body full of poems

i am a body full of poems

depending on how you know me

touch me

have access to me

or don't

colors the poem

will it be a love jones?

will it be a lament?

maybe a cautionary tale?

electric words about life

and who i am in relation with

the summation of reveal constellations of ancestors

who will be quicker than me to revoke words i taught were for you

rooted in truths

that had to do with me more than you

the loves that hold space for the poems

that don’t flinch at the thought

don’t hesitate to add to the joy

to flavor my existence

we give thanks

sing praises

raise glasses

because we remember a time when we couldn't hear their calls

they were drowned out by the sounds of the ill equipped

amplified by our insecurities

to only find out that none of that noise was ever legit