Beneath the Keloids
The artistic eyes see within….
“Thick brown beautiful thang,”
into thickness created around a heart of oak,
into a soul of keloids;
Carrying the pain of its
“Could haves, would haves, should haves,”
… Listening to Her…
Sing the same melodies of Her grandmother…
and embracing another keloid beneath,
Underneath it lays the pain of touches,
which should have never been-
from an uncle, who should have been, a model of men in Her life;
this scar… one overlapping itself, holds much.
and seeing more scars, beneath those keloids…
of touches and demands,
from a cousin, who should have been a playmate, cousin, a friend, but
Who were his models?
and scars….scars within….of…
boyfriends of Her Mama….bastard men, who should have known better,
And, yet, had no fathers to teach them!!
The thickness that’s beyond the skin’s visual resonates,
in eyes as such,
from within the scars built up,
like blocks, only never knocked down- still standing,
as a wars defense mechanisms, against the enemies to come.
…She sees, as the line of men to come….
…no man, with better intentions, than the one prior.
So She’s still standing,
They having no stronger mentality, than the men that surpassed the others in Her life.
Trying to break Her Spirit, yet somehow,
She still Stands.
“Thicker, brown, beautiful…
One Day by One Day.
With Heart, intact,
Loves, Desires, Hopes, Words within….Infinite…
because, She knows the Humanity, Power, Livelihood, Hope and All
that, She holds dear, was also taken years ago, from Our Men.
instead of ReBuilding…They were freed, into mental slavery, like mad, wild-
tearing down and they held on to what was close- Their “own”,
But, we weren’t to own-
But to share, join, love with, build with You…. Wo”men”-
Forgetting without “Womb”man- they would not exist.
Having lost and forgotten all love and honor for Her…
Seeing when looking into His eyes, My Brother
When looking into Her eyes, My Sister
I see in my dreams that are Ours
It is not always me there…..
“I know that our “Could’ve, Would’ve, Should’ves,”
are intertwined with the desires of structured family …stability,
It is for these loves… the cost is many lost dreams, which can be reality.
…that I stand
…. that I write what I see
….what my spirit speaks
….Both have come from me,
Wo“Man”…. Wo “Men”
Knowing the healing beneath all of Our scars….
all of the keloids that will ever exist…..
I dream and have visions of
© Copyright LeTisha.Bowie 4/29/12