L: for love
Oh—if I could I would put on that thick metal helmet
covering my face and ears and weld us back together.
But I can’t alone. It’s too much work alone.
But I could write this: My dearest friend,
I haven’t chosen my life any
more than you. My caramel-macchiato skin is
just another shade to your rich-brown and if
I could explain to you that I am just Myself,
you could be free—free too—to be just Yourself
and together we could unite an u.s. that
could cast away our finery and take us back
to black; to basics; to brethren.
This is the love-letter I would write not to a man but
to a people that should be together but won’t.
I would write this if I could to make us feel
worthy enough to fight, this is what should
be right now happening; yet isn’t quite how
things have turned out.
This is what I would write,
to you, what I would say to you
if I had time to
pick up a pen.
Author's Note: The best writing is the kind that connects the reader to the piece in a way that makes them think and want to discuss—whether good or bad—what they just read. This in turns sets the task for the writer to create word-art that is inspired by topics they find meaningful. As a writer my work often focuses on different areas of race, poverty and spirituality. I want to shed light on these topics by sharing my insights as a person. I do this in the hope that others, through the description of my own experiences and emotions, will be inspired to share their own words.