Cycle

 Silent feelings due to twisted words.

Silent treatment, so even , still screams aren't heard.

Gaslighted into submission.

Ignoring intuition.

Saw the pattern, and yet cycled back. 

You, Me, & I

You see me?

I do.

You see me?

I do. 

I see you.

You teach me?

I will.

You teach me?

I do.

I'll teach you.

You hold me?

I will.

You hold me?

I can.

I'll hold you.

You love me.

I do.

You love me.

I do. 

I love you. 

Fault

I don’t fault you

For what you couldn’t accomplish

For what you couldn’t persevere 

I don’t blame myself

For how hard I work

For how I persevere

I don’t judge you

For  what you could not do

I can’t accept criticisms

For what I have done

You left your work undone

Unsolved, all theory

The work is never done

So I don’t fault you

For only teaching me

The things I can’t accept

Things you could not change 

Make Sure

This poem is dedicated to Black men.

Make sure he eats

Make sure he sleeps

Make sure he can 

Cover his basic needs

Make sure he reads

And if he doesn’t

Write to him

If he still doesn’t

Read to him

Be with him

Love him

And love with him

Make sure he eats

Make sure he sleeps

Make sure he prioritizes 

His basic needs