covered up with flags.
i count on the love of fear
to tear them all apart;
i needed to mend
them like before.
i am so free in you that i
lost my ducts of clarity
oceans..my mini oceans
that were made just for me,
inside me by me.
i am no longer sorry
for an ocean, white and black.
an ocean so deep your temporary
arms were never ready to swim
through, just a surfaced, sunlit, conceited
platform for your contradicting art.
you never wanted to go deeper,
into the dark unknown depths of my tears,
so, i waved goodbye. waved bye. waved,
a wave so surfaced, you left before
the storm was over.
