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Mr. X

April 27, 2016

 

I want to start off by saying this is a two parter poem, I started writing the beginning portion over a year ago and I got caught up with my book and life and didn't continue finishing the piece. Today I finally came back to it to fully release my thoughts. Mr. X isn't a person per se but a spirit, an essence, a feeling. When I began writing this piece, the emotions were somewhat there and now finishing the piece I thoroughly am attuned with what I was trying to get across. Time and experiences will do that to you. Again, I hope you enjoy. Peace ✌

 

I'm slippin', trippin', into spaces  
 

Divin, survivin, Mr. X has me climbin', findin',  
 

Branches within myself 
 

Roots deeply planted in confusion 
 

Movin, pursuin', in an empty abyss of nothingness 
 

(1/30/15)

 

Until that light of mine burns truly and madly for his slightest touch 
 

The thoughts of us becoming one inseparable from what once was 
 

In the oasis of love too deep to understand, too fragile for hands, too captivating to stand so we let it be. 
 

Mr. X explores the possibility of true intimacy with no restraints and expectations that the flow within my soul, the river beneath my sole, the wetness that consoles us two. 
Spaces within my mind that I conceal too divine, too honest, too brutal, too ugly, too painful that drip from my lips knowing that when it falls on his ears it won't turn deaf 
That he won't see me as diff, that he'll take me for everything that I am and everything that I'm not and hold it.  

 

Knowing that I don't have to pretend and I can let my body weaken not because I'm weak but because if my feet ever gets sore he'll put me on his shoulder and continue the stroll.  
 

Mr. X isn't perfect, far from it and that's why I love him because we are both a work in progress and he comprehends it. A wonderful mixture of self-assurance, arrogance, confidence, brilliance and Pro-Blackness what more can you as for. Never one to back down but humble enough to notices his downfalls and doesn't hesitate to say my bad y'all. Like a father figure, he protects, like a teacher he enlightens, like a lover he's patient and that's why I love him. His brunt nature, honest demeanor, tinged in hood fashion yet he's no one's fool because he's a Black man with a Black mind living to make ahead start striving in a White man's world.  
 

Mr. X is nothing that I was looking for, nothing that I wanted, nothing that I saw coming and yet I'm emerged in his presence, like a king I bow down to his divinity not because I'm less than but I show him my subservience isn't corrupted with feminism, that I too can be a delicate rose or a thorn depending on how I'm approached. And he approaches me nothing less than a gentleman, caresses my intentions and my figure with passion. Streets raised him, game prepared him yet none of that motivate him to play with my head. And that's why I love him. 

 

Mr. X 

January 30, 2015 - April 26, 2016 

 

Be Entertained. Be Enlightened. Be Loved. ✌

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