Brick by brick we built these walls
around our hearts and then,
like ugly buildings in cityscapes,
we plaster, paint, then start again.
YET THE BRICKS ARE STILL HERE…
and our masonry is perfection
cause no one’s getting through,
despite the mass attention.
But deep within my walls,
where no one else would see,
I also built a hidden door
and tonight you had the key.
Sadly, you couldn’t recognize
when opportunity befalls,
cause tonight and every other night,
you’re trapped behind your walls.
Playing the voyeur…
And getting your fill of my…
Dark brown chocolate skin, and thick African thighs.
Does my status bring you pleasure?
You’re happy I wear this ring.
“No purchase necessary here,
I’m only window shopping.”
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I probably already said this but your poems are really good. I love the opening lines, they set a strong tone.
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Thank you my friend. 🙏🏾 I had just been out in DTLA looking at some of the renovated buildings. The visuals were very vivid in my mind when I wrote this poem. 😊
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Sometimes that all it takes to be inspired! 🙂
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