Love Poems: if this is goodbye

[embed]https://soundcloud.com/blackloveprjct/love-poems-if-this-is-goodbye[/embed]he says:'if this is goodbyelet me leave you with this'and goes on to speak in metaphorsand riddlesabout games and how he is merely a playerhe's just here so he doesn't get finedi sit in silence and listenas he explains that even in lovehe does not play to winhe thinks i play to win because i love himas if that is not the point of it allas if i do not see myself in himas if i was not born to a motherless fatherso i know what it means to love menwho search for healing in womenbut do not know how to love themthey do not know how to be softhe is colderhardened man, beautiful souldark eyes that peerlook into mei do not breathe. electricity.he feels it too and calls it dangerousbut does not look awayasks what i'm thinkingeverything and nothingi tell him things i do not meanand things that rest in silencewords i will not speakwords he will not hearuntil two in the morningwhen God tells me to'write the things you cannot speak'so i write'if this is goodbyelet me leave you with this'love is not a gamewe are not team matesmy heart not made from leatherit pumps and bleedsi am a whole woman whohas opened herself to a darkchild who burns golden gate bridgesif this is goodbye may you learn to notsearch for yourself in the hearts of womendo not sell them your loneliness and call it lovethey will believe youi believed you

Love Poems: Don't Come to Say You Love Me

1.3.2015don't come to say you love meif you are not ready to beloved by memy love will swallow you wholeand spit you out a new manthere may come women after mebut it will be my name that haunts youit will be my face you see in dark nightsdo not ask to swim in my watersif you are not prepared to dive infor they run deepand will carry you awayyou have only dipped your feetin shallow poolscome, i will not let you drown

Love Poems: They Will Make a Muse of You

they will use the word inspirewhen they speak of what you do to themyou will make them want to be better menbetter than the fathersthey do not knowthey will come to you for magicdicks rock hardas they stare at you and lick lipsthey do not ask questionsonly speak of themselvesand how their dreams will get them farhow their dreams will get them paidhow their dreams will make them somebodyhow your thick thighswould look wrapped around themand how sliding inside of you would be artthey will find poetryin the woman who feels God in the breezetwists trees tightlyand belongs to no one but herselfsongs will be made in your honormeasured in sixteen barsand syncopated rhythmsthey will immortalize your namethey will make a muse of youand use youand maybe love you

Love Poems: When They Come With Machetes in Their Mouths

I am not superwoman. My mother is not superwoman. My mother’s mother is not superwoman.I am, we are, soft. Can shatter. Crumble in your hands.Our survival does not mean we prosper. We are like other women but unlike them.So do not tell us we can handle anything.We only seem like superwoman, a figment of your imagination,because you have forced our lives to be perpetual labor with only seconds of relief.If we carry the world on our shoulders and the children on our backs,what are we but your glorified mules slapped withguilt praises of perseverance and strength.Our bones and our blood and our sweat have built the wealth of nations.Our burial should not be the first time we rest.- Yasmin Mohamed Yonis (Mogadishu, Somalia)

Love Poems: Milk and Honey

8.6.2014do not slip your tongue into the mouths of menwho see your beauty when lights are dimthey do not know youdo not lay underneath men who thrust themselves inside of youbut do not ask for your mother's namethey will not love youdo not hide yourself from men whoask you to staythose who allow you to rest your weary souldid you not prayfor that milk and honey kind of love?