your last poem

this is a piece inspired by the movie for colored girls...and personal experiences. please, take back your love. its worth so much. and receive the love of Jesus...it is the purest love to exist!

YOUR LAST POEM
by Qu3eN G

and this will be the last soul song

dedicated to deception

that seeps from your rotten tongue

its odor pungent to my heart strings

cringing at the smell and sound of your

death

the lies

lying readily in your toungue, escaping from the crevices of your tastebuds

shimmying up the ladder of your throat, crawling up from the cracks of your

concrete filled chest cavity, split like brooklyn's cracks

and decade old dried spit at brim of its splits

you must be immune to its poison to let it leak so carelessly

responsive as clockwork, tick tock knock

uh, time tapping on heart but i remain moveless

used to this

death

of your lies

today, this will be the last of it

i, i have a good mind rip off your lips and lasserate your tongue

like it's mutilated my ears with your

rottenness

but the lips are merely the tips of the fist that has pounded me

pounded us

beaten beaten beaten us

it may not have been a fist to my cheek

but i felt balled up fingers and steel wrist

play xylophone on my uterus

smash crashing my womanhood

notes leaving signatures

as they flow through me

even before you lay a finger

your words so evil

i am tired of painting pictures

in the blackness of closed lids

saying its not who you are its just what you did

but what you do repeatedly is who you are

your redundancy

flashplayback

through you i see, i can tell your battle cry before even the threat of war

takes precedency

i know you as much as you don't know me

this is the last of it

 don't you ever tell me that you love me

the day your sorry emptiness tries to pollute my lungs

with the destruction you breed,

cloaking your dagger with a love seed,

i hope you choke on it.

you don't know what love means.

you, don't know, what i mean

you don't know me. you never knew me. you don't know me

you don't know i seep through your window with the trickle of sun light

or whipser in your ear through headphones filled with the rhythm that only tries to mimic the magic in my voice

you don't know

when i begged you to start treating my like the extraction of your skeletal structure that i am you were hearing the real syphony

or when i begged you to stop surgically removing my dignity, operating on scars that scar my memory because this flesh will follow me even after leaving the closed doors

when i begged you to cease, but your ego so loudly screamed over your humanity that you blocked out my pleas of please, don't, i can't

that those words opposing my new bad dream was the original music in Gods melody

that guitars try to strum to sound like the honey in my voice

you don't know i'm the dew that sits on the surface of your mothers eyes

for every you from her past that put the wrinkles in her brow and the stitches in her heart

you don't know that was her lying on her back hoping when you removed your hand from whatever was left of her purity that maybe it was a nightmare that tasted a little too much like reality? that part of her was in my body?

you don't know i'm the consistancy in your heartbeat, that's why it stutters everytime you lie to me

you don't know i'm in the very shirt you put on

except you were never worthy of my wrapping because this gift wasn't for you

you don't know i'm the melanin in your skin

the revelation in your reflection, the part of you that is so beautiful you don't even deserve to be

you don't know that's me?

you don't know me becaue you don't know yourself

don't you ever tell me you love me

even as a friend

because demons who lay in hell

treat me better than your sorry lies did

least i know their mission is to break me

but broken i will not be

this is the last of anything inspired by you

any anyone like you

any thing posing in the shell of a man

but contents reek of inadequacy

for the death of your attempts to keep me confined to hours between sunset

i'm sorries

and sunrises

i love you

in taking her out

i missed you

and laying me out

i didn't mean it

in making me nauseous at the person i had become

i respect you

in compromising roses for day old dandelions

my bouqet reaches far past your fingertips

your jagged lips

and your eyes that never tell anything but disillusionments and fabrications

for watching you hurt me, and take away what i will never get back

for hearing my strength leave my body with every scream made silence

for every moment i wanted to step on your chest and reclaim myself, but

ended up accepting our demented agreement because i couldn't accept what i'd become

for looking at the monster that reached up from out of your belly

and told me i liked your violation because you coulnd't come to terms with being terminated

and your emotions were too delicate to realize you were unwanted

for being tangled in the stings attached to a hollow boy, wondering why

when i knocked at your heart all i could hear was an echo

for laying there, waiting for you to finish taking that last bit of my body

since you had forcefully taken everything i had left, including my self respect

for me walking away excusing you, pardoning you for your sins

and yet being even more blessed than most

this. is the very last thing you will get from me.

for my love is too purely beautiful, so painfully astronomical, so tremendously epic,

too perfectly endless, to be thrown back in my face

even though i want to hate you

i cannot

because even though i never loved

barely liked you

i must thank the lessons you tattooed on my wounds

i see them, and i see who i'm meant to be

though you are sorry

though you always say sory

though deception seeps from your rotten tongue

its odor pungent to my heart strings

i am not sorry

i am everything you never deserved

everything you could never be

i am a child of the most divine divinity

rebirthed with a crown that coils with the kinks of my regality

i am over you

because i am floating

i am flying

on the wings of every healed heart, every broken woman

every soul that knows the song of i'm sorry

and wrote a new one despite it

those of us who rise like warm colors in swift wind

every woman, woman enough to be woman, in the face of shattered life

so don't you ever, ever, ever say you love me

don't let that lie slip from your torrid lips

because i love me

 i love my love

i found it sitting at the end of my tainted rainbow

holding hands with some colored girls

one for every shade of strength


love, compassion, royalty
Qu3eN G