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Robyn Oct 2014
it's cold today
soon I'll forget what cold is
as I step off into a jungle
leaving my middle class caucasian american privilege in each step
expensive shoes caked in red dust
it's not really a jungle
not where I'm going
it will be a jungle of singing children
sickness and medicine
laughing and football
and I'm hoping to forget who I am
just for a couple weeks
and get lost in the music of Africa
Robyn Oct 2014
Friends fallen in love
An absurd amount of steps ahead
They think that they're unseen
But behind, I barely block my view
With my white hand

Fingers dancing in between
Interlocked, but not unseen
Wishing I had fingers too
Thinking of nothing but you

Is it indelibly inconvenient of I
To take a tiny
Peek at people
Being bountifully
Happy, how I hate humans

Without you and our fingers locked
Happiness for others blocked
So as my friends will fall in love
I'll turn my gaze to up above
Robyn Oct 2014
I know it's real
When you kiss me and our breathing
aligns
And the soft percussion of our lips is perfectly in
time
When I lift my eyes to see you, no longer looking at my
feet
And I glimpse the tragic blue of you already seeing
me
ndimakukonda
Robyn Sep 2014
I have never been one for heat
But I'll always be one for You
Send me where I'm needed
Have me do what You would do
I'll spend my life in service
Giving all of me You need

My dearest loving partner
Don't forget to pray for me
I am leaving on a mission trip to Africa this Saturday. I am very scared. Ryan, please pray for me. Pray that I will not be afraid of the unknown, pray that I will bring God into everything I do. Pray that I can make the tiniest difference. Pray that I can help. And you better be waiting for me at the airport when I come home.
  Sep 2014 Robyn
ryan
As children, most all of us
Exclusively listen to short, soft songs,
In G major with endings that
Resolve.

They have a chorus, and
A verse, and they are pleasant to hear,
And we laugh and giggle and sing
Along.

But as we grow up, we listen
To the dissonance. We appreciate the
Disharmony and the
Unresolved.

We appreciate the disharmony
In the sounds, in each other, in around us;
We learn to love the dysfunction between
Us.

Because the world, nor anything
Of it, will ever be perfect. But we have to
Learn to appreciate it, and be ****** up by
It.

And though it wont always sound
Like magic, because sometimes we are
An E chromatic seventh, I still choose to love
You.
Robyn Sep 2014
Mnyamata
I am so proud of us. Of you.
We could've given in so many times today, we were so tempted. We wanted each other so badly.
But we held out.
From 12 pm to 12 am, we were strong. And we laughed and we talked and played arcade games and ate ice cream like little kids. And even though we gave in just now, even though we did what we'd promised not to do, I am so proud. We held out so long and that means we can do it again.
We will do it again.

And after, when you were driving me home, you,  in what I interpreted as an apology, talked for 10 minutes listing every reason why you love me. I cried and you opened the car door for me and held my things and called me your teary princess.

And my mom is frustrated that I'm home late and I'm afraid that the Pale Man from Pan's Labyrinth is coming to eat me, but at the same time, I'm at peace. A melancholy peace where I think about bad things just so I can make them good. I hope you have peace tonight my love. I hope you can remember every single kiss. And I hope you know that I am so proud of us.

Ndimakukonda
Robyn Sep 2014
My AP Lit teacher said
"You are young. You all think you are going to live forever."

The 18 year old Mom with two jobs replied
"We are . . . aren't we?"
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