I hate that you’re happy
Hate that you moved on
Without, me
Satisfaction becomes of you
So content, in control
How am I? you ask
Happily miserable
How can it be that
It’s not the other way around?
It is me to who fills your position
I take on the weight you carried
Weight that is now invisible to you
You walk proudly in it
You brag and stop people in the street you yell “look at me, Look at me, I’m blessed”!
While people continue to move when I appear
Energies transfered in the same wake of sexual pleasure
Passing your vengeful demons unto my sacred place
I beg to God for your sins
May I wrap it in gift wrap for you?
Sorrow in a pretty decorated box
Let’s switch shall we?
I will indulge in life
You indulging in isolation and silence
Shifting reaccuring
I want your power
The ability to love without consequence
must be nice.
Poem: Me
Black Girl Diaries 