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My love be a front line My love be a fighter A shade that sisters and saves My love survived the middle passage Waded the waters My love be grassroots Organises movements, the birds the bees My love be butterflies beaming My love be indigenous, ocean wide, sky deep My love listens to the land All natural no preservatives My love be homemade from the scratch Scribbled handwritten notes, adoration My love be scripture Be ritual, baptism, revival A cathedral built from bare hands A taj mahal, all the temples My love creates new ways to worship Serenity, sorcery, hieroglyphs across your chest, tongue tied My love be sacred geometry Past life premonitions Revelations and gratitude Prayer hands My love be call and response Praise the eyelashes and the eyes My love be a river like the Nile, ancient and long My love be a crowd of shyness Secret messages in the rosy red of deep dimples My love be a reflection A looking glass Magic A song we only dance to My love, my love make no excuses My love be compassionate Forgives but not stupid Be backbone, be ass whooping, accountable My love My love be love Abundant Limitless, endless, giving, make no mistakes 'less they lessons My love be book smart Be Google Be Google ready Encyclopaedic, soul listening, kindred twin flame, seeking, questioning, answering, demanding, aggressive, hugging, consent, candle lighting, that tarot card, psychic healing, intuitive My love be brave My love be brave Be heavyhearted, lightheaded, woozy, clumsy, knee wobbling, butterfly, belly dancing, floating and fluttering My love be goofy Be goofy, be silly, trusting, foreplay, aching, tempting, tasting to savour, weary, wounded, ridding ghosts Some things cannot be saged, but must be faced My love My love be partnership Be collective Don't leave when things get tough Be flawed, stretch marked, pudgy, bold My love squeezes pimples, tweezes ingrowns Memories My love My love be a lighthouse in the middle of storm Be light Why every time we tell man about himself, our love gotta come into question Who said Who said loving you would be a walk in the white section of the park Who wrote the poems that made love in to a door mat, doorbell, pornographic, wet dream, male gaze, nonsense romance film Who done turned love, into a battle of the sexes Say I can't love my man and tell him where it hurts or how Or when to stop or when to slow Treat me with kindness Who say, who say, who say I can't teach you how to love me How to tender tug and touch How to witness and watch Who say, who say love gotta humiliate me Gotta turn me into a victim Into a damsel in distress If i could tell you 'bout yourself to your face, i wouldn't have speak to strangers Why my love, why my love always gotta be in question Gotta go through tests, relay races, obstacle courses Gotta hop on one leg, and bark like a dog Why my love gotta do backflips And learn rocket science and speak mansplain Why my love Why my love Why my love gotta wait till you ready to love you Why the world ain't Why the world ain't got my back And I always I always seem to have Yours