i wade in oceans of memories
calling me home
to lands i never
stepped foot on

– being diasporic


funny how the mind is
forgetful of good times
and does not fight
to get rid of the bad times
i hear the sound
when i am submerged
in my bathroom tub
with lavender etals
mixed with a kind of
that cannot seem
cool the heat
in me

i thought everything would be ok
once you were
but you relive in my dreams
you visit me
in the darkness of the subconscious waters
that i swim in
to see each night
i hear you calling me
back to you
stay buried underneath the tangles of sea salt and weeds
for i no longer desire a love that hurts
because it is no love at all
if i am constantly
for you

i have searched light in darkness
and found wisdom
lonely in the night
walking by herself
i wondered how she never lost hope
that someone would hear her
writing her knowledge
on the pavements, in the concaves
of secret places
i saw her at the corner of midnight
her tongue cut out
by the world of men
walking out of balance
i have learned how filth is mixed with decency
how the sacred is made by the profane
how to be both enticed by
sin and purity
forgiveness is found
in obsucurity