Forgetting: This is Not A Love Poem

June 13, 2013

I have forgotten the way we loved with salt still on our skin,* but not every secret hurt. Blocked out the image of the stained blood color of your lips against her pale parts, the sweetness of her body meeting and filling* your mouth, but not the way you looked through me the night before I left. You have conditioned me to be suspicious of white women and black men. Now. Everything is hostile to me. The doors refuse to open. The glass cracks when I touch it.* Cruel reminders I am a stranger in this house. I feel myself unfolding and forgetting why. We agreed to leave nothing left unsaid and remain silent at the same time, but the next time you mention loving her just make sure you tell the truth about me* * lines from Audre Lorde’s biomythography "Zami: A New Spelling of My Name"

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RebeccaYSPerezAug 15, 2013

As a poet, though this line is absolutely beautiful and you seemed someone else's work into it perfectly, I would like to thank you mostly for the fact that you gave the other person credit. It's something a lot of people forget to do, so thank you.Becca.

JasminMichelleJun 30, 2013

I'm honored to have touched you in some way with my work. Sorry I didnt see your comment sooner.

sarairiveraJun 13, 2013

love the line: "we loved with salt still on our skin" and "We agreed to leave nothing left unsaid and remain silent at the same time" those lines touched my heart , awesome man

sarairiveraJun 13, 2013

love the line: "we loved with salt still on our skin" and "We agreed to leave nothing left unsaid and remain silent at the same time" those lines touched my heart , awesome man