like Cotten bushes picked by
Slaves that left blood on the leaves.
Today, you promised
we'd hang out but, parts of
your body
Hung
out of your zipper.
No, I didn't wanna hang today.
Your noose like fingers
wrapped around my throat.
You make bruises of
basement slavery look like
passion marks.
People thought I had a hickey.
Fighting back tears as they
Touched it, I re-felt your
"Come here" motion finger
Scrub across my lady lips.
I cringed a bit.
Not sure if
the wet I felt was sweat
Or tears. You almost made
Me hate that fact that I called
You friend & your brother, brother
Scared that I could cold
face stair into eyes that
Mixed of mine and yours.
I ran, bare feet and all.
ME,
Scared of the body you
hollowed out by hanging me.
ME,
scared of the wind
Cause you blew on my neck.
ME,
Standing, tie in hand,
ready to stand noose
necked & naked before God
before I'd ever face you.
3,000 hymens split today.
But me, I was the one that got Away.
