A gainless challenge it is to connect intellect proud
with lashes long, eyes veined, and sanguine colors
wetly flooding merriment into chapped lips and
brown cheeks cratered;
but conducive expectancy it becomes
to underestimate when dispirited liquid collects on those same
curved hairs, black pupils dilated, and botched pink deepining
the divide of dotted pores breathing, trembling forced vibrations
of a tiring pulse, mocking what death had begun
Summer's gift nursed beyond borders, mother would trace in the
lines near her nose and the dust shadowing the window's ledge
as we commuted. A blessing, she would carve along my early
scars and spots, some of which being biological and others having
blossomed mishappenly by emotional imbalance.
Defined by none, she had forgotten to kiss above bruised veins,
to substitute the too-light powder on my ten years living skin, to
rip blank papers covering disgusted, damned reflections of glass
ceilings, glass, ceilings, floor, arms, neck, face unique, uniquely
Strong enough, beaten,
she did timid,
by example tanned,
and love female,
to an ignorant naive,
youth's ears... poor,
...who finally knows her blood makes no fault in its determined stream,
cascading in even flow, seeping warmth and life deserved into soul
begging righteous clemency, glowing mind composed in manner
but acquaintanced with ambitious thirst.
I have learned.
Ma, I swear I have learned.
Tell it to your God.
I won't get angry this time.