Christiana A: Poems

Jul 15 · 60

Christiana A Jul 15

An ocean lives inside
me, and everybody knows it.

They see it rise and fall
down the mountains

of my cheek bones. They wonder
where all the water is stored.

Is it in the jars of my breast or
sweat on my skin? In the

curl of my hair between
my thighs or is it all

in my head? The waves slap
against my ribcage

and crack them into broken
eggshell pieces. Yet I smile

calmly, assuredly, like the sun
is on my sea. I know these murky

waters will wash afloat every man-
made plastic thrown into its depth.

#love #heartbreak #aww #sad #inspirational #freedom #relationships

Jul 8

Call Me Zami

Christiana A Jul 8

Call Me Zami

I smile at the girl
with hair like purple rain.

I admire the hoop in her nose.
The way it circles squarely,

unbroken by a confused identity.
She turns away and doesn't smile

back. I think my smile is a scowl,
carrying the many W's of wishes

buried in an unmarked body.
Unmarked by a woman.

Experimenting with the word - Bi-Curious

#sexuality #bicurious #lgbtq #experimentjng

Jun 29 · 182

Grand Gestures

Christiana A Jun 29

Grand Gestures

Let us call it
exactly what it is.

Grand
Grandiose
Grandioso

gestures that leave me suspended
from a tray ceiling like

a glass chandelier hanging
on a string of beaded words.

It's all very

Grand
Grandiose
Grandioso

until the
string is pulled
too tight.

Then there will be
nothing left
but glass, beads,

and broken hearts
on a marble floor.

#marriage #love #life #control #abuse #confusion #heartbreak

Jun 29 · 116

Hail Mary Pass

Christiana A Jun 29

Hail Mary Pass

My love for him felt displaced by time.
Like a long summer nap and waking
to find the sun freshly out in the sky.

Only that it wasn't. It was the same sun
in the sky before I slept, and the same one when I awoke at 19.58 pm.

Nothing was new. Instead all was steadfast. Lacking in the fluidity and spontaneity that gave one the ability

to see into a man's soul through the twitching of his right eye.
It felt like a black wren's feather

caught in between two branches.
The proof that although I wanted to fly, I was held back by the familiarity of a place.

So I sit on this short hill in the twilight of my life and wonder what it would feel like to fly uninhibited in the morning sun.

Like a little girl's laughter in summer. Full of crescent moon tambourines and a head covered in a wreath of dried lavender.

#love #life #marriage #heartbreat #beingstuck #time #late #twilight

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