Word Gumbo

I don’t pretend to have a great ability to write prose, poetry, or perform spoken word… But I do it anyways because it sounds prettier than saying, I don’t know who I am anymore.

I saw you standing there – without a song in your throat – and I pitied you relentlessly – bundling up my coat

You always thought you were the sharp one – excelling beyond my mental facilities – but when time has comes – we will see who will be likened to majesty

There you are again – sitting idly by in the same spot – how I wish I could ring your neck – tie you up with coarse rope – turn your body into knots

Yet, passing on this new day, I did something never done before – I gazed my eyes to meet your own – and the greatest shock unfolds

For the person despised was not any woman foreign unto me – not a stranger or a beggar, or that crazy neighbor we call B.

For once upon a time, I was that woman – sitting, watching, learning from the world gone by – And now passing my reflection I fail to recognize- my own blue eyes.