can’t no one tell me differently
i know
life just wasn’t ready for you yet
i can tell your brilliance from staring at the
depth of your red
the brightness of your soul
your dead sea scrolls stained truths between blank knees
that have forgotten how to pray
i have forgotten how to pray
and which direction it should be shouted towards
but still i can see under my mumbled curses
& while swimming in your red sea of radiance
that you had to leave
i imagine that earth couldn't handle of that type of energy
you would fuck up gravity
alabama's red clay would be too jealous of you
and the stars would give up their place in fear
that they couldn't compare to you
and the sky would fall closer to the ground just to be next to you
baby
ain't nobody got to believe like i do
because i know

life wasn’t ready for you yet
& i wasn’t ready for you yet

my womb was too small of a world
this fluid in me not sweet enough for your tongue
my heartbeat not maginceift enough for you to dance to
my uterus too possessive and constricting
for you to enter thru
and i ain’t mad at you
because many times i’ve felt that same claustrophobic feeling
between these walls of womanhood crashing down against me
i know that fleeting moment when life and death pull up chairs at your tea party
one has the sugar and one has the spoon
i’ve been there, deciding on whether to stay or leave my mark scribbled on
steamy mirrors
i ain’t mad at you for leaving
sometimes leaving is the best thing to do

especially when
life wasn’t ready for you
& i wasn’t ready for you.

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