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Clothed Compliments

I don’t mean to be picky
or read into your statements so much
but I want you to be plain
no hidden meaning

When you say ,”I look good for my age”
Where lies the emphasis,
on my age or how good I look
I strongly want to believe that it’s on how good I look
but I can’t overlook ” for my age”

Is my age old or young
You seem to know the forecast of looks for people my age
please educate me
soothe my curiosity

You say, “you don’t sound “black ”
Why don’t you say I sound good or bad
However you think “blacks” sound
that sentence makes it feel like “blacks” ,
excuse you, brown people sound a certain way
Which may be good or bad

Oh you aren’t full British
Your english sounds so good for you not to be British
Thank you that’s  a lovely compliment
but I’m trying so hard to see pass the comparative noun

You are pretty for a coloured girl
Are you mixed ?
Surely your dad or mum might be “white”
now that whole sentence is wrong

I can only hope you see the problem
no, i won’t just take the compliment as it is
Don’t compliment me while being bigotry to a group of people
or making a group seem like a standard for another

Please strip the compliments
Let it stand separated from all hidden insults
Give me naked compliments not clothed and suited compliments
If that is so hard, give me nothing at all
I promise no hard feelings

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Years of Ink

quill
The scent of the paper grew better with time
The synergy during the first kiss of the pen with the paper
and the firm grip of the writer’s hand with the pen
it was a warm embrace
the chemistry of the three was felt

But as the heart of the writer connected with his mind
more energy was released to the paper
it was transformed from one form to another
no energy was destroyed or created
as he wrote each line

He wrote this in the 90s
In the cool of the night,
by the table lamp,
the chirp of the crickets, and
the hoot of the Owl
He wrote it to his wife while camping close to the battle field

Now it’s 2015 ,
she decides to search through the pink chest
where she stored letters from her beloved
All rolled up and nicely tied
with the seal all broken from years back

Now he is no more,
she wants to to feel him close
as she does every anniversary
she wants the words he wrote to jump out and become a reality
to embrace her and say, It’s ok

As she read through the letter
she could feel the energy from her dearest
how he felt to be away from her
the fear, the hope, the anxiety – mixed emotions
It was almost as though she was transported to the 90s
To the war front

The scent of the paper
had that old but authentic scent
It was his love in letters

written with the gold of writers
stored by his beloved
now she shares it with their grand daughters
Though absent , no memory was lost

“This is love!”, the girls exclaimed,
to be in the thought of your beloved at the battle field
and for your beloved to be in your heart years later when he is no more
Cherishing every year, words written over a decade ago

This is love nana !!

NOW WE ARE OLD AND GREY

The first day we met we were head over hills for each other,

some  called it love at first sight but i object to that.

i remember you bumping into me ,and as i looked at you ,

i was furious;

then at a second look ,i was totally blown away.

so i  would say it was love at second sight for me

but for you ,it was love at first sight (batting eyelashes) .

we spent each day talking to each other

we were inseparable

what was it about you?

why didn’t we enjoy our absence?

but felt very secure with each other ?

we understood each  other ,even without uttering a word

it was as though time stood still to experience each second of our action .

In our silence ,i could hear love speak as i gazed into your eyes

and the loud voice of affection as displayed on the smile on your face

from our youth we knew we would spend the rest of our lives together

and now as the clock ticks and our night is about to come,

six decades of our lives have passed yet,

there is no one i’d rather be with than you.

now we are old and grey ,

my eyes so dim as i watch you bend over with pain

yet cheerfully bringing me breakfast as i sat in the chair unable to utter a word,

your steps staggering but you made sure you served me right;

waiting patiently to see the smile on my face

 which was obstructed by the oxygen tube under my nostril.

now we are old and grey,

but our love never grew old and frail.