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Gray Ndiaye Jul 2019
the couples go out
enjoying each other
taking it all for granted
that the freedom
they have is not
given to everybody
where is my help at
Gray Ndiaye Jul 2019
so skilled at throwing
them in my back
but terrible at
pulling them out
the knives
you force into my spine
do not
paralyze me
i have become
immune
i can still walk
i will still walk
this resilience
is ordained
Gray Ndiaye Jul 2019
a basket of fruit
was all there was
to offer
in exchange for the pain
naturally sweet
we reconciled
resuming the intimacy
that was missing
for so long
agave tears
dripped
on our lips
the former resentment
we had for one another
has been transformed
into peace
Gray Ndiaye Jul 2019
sweet baby
can't you see
what you mean
to me
or are you blinded
by delusion
profound confusion
a fog, a haze
you have been stuck
in this for way
too many days
creating an imaginary
maze
the restraints
are false
if you are not careful
you will lose it all
Gray Ndiaye Jul 2019
i cannot help
to bounce when
i walk
i cannot dilute
the sugar in my talk
i cannot erase the
slight sway
in my hips
or the honey
that seems to drip
from my lips
the people
turn and stare
enamored by
my curly hair
it took me
lifetimes to accept
the beauty inside
that society rejects
i keep the voodoo
in my back pocket
while storing
lustful attention
in my locket
many beg to love me
few dare to rise
to the occasion
i wonder how
i was gifted with such
persuasion
Gray Ndiaye Jul 2019
thoughts racing
decision making
old ways fading
new dreams i am creating
Gray Ndiaye Jul 2019
he lives in germany
but we are just friends

he lives around the corner
but he is afraid of his urges

he lives with his wife
drinking iced coffee and settling

he lives for me
but i would not die for him

he lives with his mom
so we can never meet up

he lives with demons
and i am no exorcist

he lives alone
but his heart is occupied

he lives nowhere
modern-day nomad

he lives in canada
with no desire to return

he lives in baldwin hills
but cannot afford all of his bills

he lives in south central
with no bars on his windows

he lives on the east coast
dedicated to success

he lives in the dorms
studying medicine

he lives on camera
but is dead behind closed doors

he lives....

he lives in my head
but i already know
i do not occupy a thought
in his
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