The Black & White Poet
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What Happened
Staring at black mirrors
I feel my stomach, empty and hot
Remembering, searching
Crying
Begging, to see me
Again.
Real life wounds on my scalp and gut
It feels like war grounds
That had shattered like rocks and glass
Between my brain and toes
My body. Just a temple, though
I guess.
Looking back at what I once scoffed
Broken hearts
Discontent.
With her temple.
Look at me now
What happened?
Grew life, birthed life, all while fighting diseases?
Rebuking curses
Bleeding, cracked and broken skin
Fighting
Fighting
Fighting
For my life
While people stare in wonderment
Letting go of hands
By unfortunate decision, (and some by death)
Here I am today after months of torture
surrounded by empty, dark mirrors
Having found God in corners giving miracles and winning wars
But now I stand with what pieces of me that are left.
bleeding, broken, dirty...
asking myself,
What happened?
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