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You, Me and the Inevetiable Elephant in the Room
Our elephant is one that is plump
off of the racial predjudice predating
the DNA inscribted to us,
the difference in melanin
that enables us to have to deal with our said elephant.
And our elephant is so gorged
on the idea of the said elephant leaving,
which in itself isa paradox
we can only dream off.
Cause in your mind plays a scene,
of you telling them
of you and me
amongst a plethora of curse words
and swinging fist,
from throwing you out
to disowning you.
Our relationship
is met with close lips
in fear of closed fist.
Our elephant is raised in the corner
never to be fully addressed,
only met with unsettled laughter
and unsure futures.
Our elephant leads to storms
of unspoken truths
transforming into vocal worries
andthe inevitable fixation of this ordeal
we have placed on ourselves with is this elephant,
of they would be pissed
and you dont know them.
When the irony in this is
I wish I did.
Because even though I know
they would not care for me
I want to know what conflicted characteristics
of them crafted you.
Because I know the rhymatic jittering of your leg when you
are trying to sleep is the only thing
from your mother you are willing to keep.
I know how you got every scar that lines your body like chainmail.
And I know you and your father really dont get along.
But I wonder whose degree curvature of smile you inherited
or whose eyes you had recieved.
Our elephant is swelling and taking up the room
suffocating my insides
allowing my lungs to drain
every last breathe.
My sights getting blurry and my hands shaky
my voice scratchy.
I need to breathe,
but our damn elephant is sitting on my chest.
Our elphant is teasing.
Two am wishing I was in your arms
Its ten o'clock grasping at skin
pulling you closer.
Its kisses speckled on your shoulder blades.
Its grunts and moans
symphony.
Its your breathing becoming my favorite lullaby.
Its wanting more than anything for you
to be proud to call me yours.
Our elephant is sick and twisted.
Our elephant is leaving me in a car when
you go to your family's house.
Its telling people Im just your friend.
Its you finally being able to hold my hand in public
when we walk done the street
then shutting me off.
Our elephant is the fear.
Ignorance and no bliss.
Its me and you,
not able to be, but still we remain.
You, the elephant and me
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