I often think about the many borders my tongue slaved across before it got to me.
Then, maybe I can decipher how it curls to speak as it does,
Or why it has become so stubborn.
In its past life,
Has it been whipped into submission?
It's become hog tied and humble;
Either way, I'm proud of it
So never play on my intellect
Because I own my heritage with conviction.
I thank my ancestors for my melanin
For its protection is a compass,
That's how I discovered traces of home in my dialect
Layered and laced within the slang of my diction-
But no one has ever compelled me to enunciate like she does.
Never instituded an eager to articulate my thoughts
Extending down to the roots of my pronounciation,
So that even if I'm speaking in ethnic toungs or another language
My love for her would never get lost in translation.
And that nature of influence on an impressionable young poet is not the style that fades after while,
It's the forever beating expression of endearment instilled by a smile.
And when she smiled at me it was like white warm sunshine on a cold winter morning;
Something so simple as a smile.
So suitable. Falling is something I can't even begin to pretend I planned,
And as I listen to how beautifuly she recites my name
Like it's inscribed in italics,
Scripted just for her,
I just might transform into The Weeknd
And on the pinnacle of my fame-I
Compose a love ballad about how much I'd yearn to hear it again.
I know the features of my face don't feel like they correlate with my way with words
But I could formulate a mountain of a million divine adjectives and adverbs about her because she deserves it
And still doubt the purpose of exploiting a dictionary because none of those words are worthy
I've grown too worn out of using "perfect" for her
She is so much more than that
But how else can I explain it
When I placed her on a pedestal worthy of only complex lyrical soliloquies
And everything else seems jaded
This is all about trying to find the right things to say
It's not easy
Because love don't come with a rubric
And if you're someone like me you can better understand
I hold in my hand a hollowed hubris
So for me there is no first chances
As quiet as it's kept
I could never seize the momemt before time slips
And I let go
My swelling sweet love expression of a secret is something she
Will never know