One day, when he’s older..

   
 
One day, it will cease to be enough.
He will grow tired of standing idlley by on street corners, discussing women, and decisions, and extorting politicians.

He will grow vision.

He will no longer be a victim of his environment, neither will his lust for life be filled by fleshy desires that tarnish the soul.

He will question the way in which he views women. He will cease seeing them as individuals, and therefore separate in his treatment of them, but he will come to understand that they all, are delicate beings.

And he will no longer have any harsh words for the ones who do not know their worth. He will see in them, his own crooked verbs, lies he once told that caused them hurt. The result of such a curse, he bears witness to.

And then this man will search for a woman, not a girl. With whom he can correct his crooked world, avert his nerves..

Should he be so lucky, through her, he can learn.
© 2015
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Twin Flame Poetry ~ 

  
‘Representation matters. I didn’t see many black book characters growing up, so I love using black art for my works. I think it is very important to point to the community that this type of love does exist, authentic, and pure, and love in the black community does not have to reflect the kind of love that is seen on, ‘love and hip hop’.

– Cindy Anneh-bu.
And in the end, it dawned on me, that I was always going to love you, that you would always remain etched into my spirit, and ingrained into my heart, so I needn’t worry about loving you, for you are me, so many centuries ago, born of the same fruits, split into two wombs, the first wound of the great divine, seeing birth to one soul, later parted into two, fating a global spell of separation, though merely illusion.
Only to my sweet satisfaction to find you in my teens, still caught in between adolescence, and the many lessons, and the blessings it took to find me.. There is a love that rivals all types of earthly love, a life that ignites a fire in you to be better, to shed your skin of old, dualistic ways, a love that comes, a love that grows, a love that knows, a love that stays. I thought that I knew what it meant to be awakened.. All the while, I only had half my eyes.
Yet now, you grow so fearful as the winter sweeps us, and in turn, my love, I grow so worrisome, so undone, thrice before I endured the bitter hum of departed love.
But it is not I that you run from, why it is yourself in the long run, for the most high made us one.

I ask the people what they make of forbidden love, and they scorn as I mourn, and split blood from their teeth, they do not know about falling from forbidden trees, to be exiled from the garden of Eden, and have a love pause, wait for you for centuries..

And finally my love, I do not wish to cause you grief, so please.

The world would never understand, nor fathom a love so grand, even I have found no ground to stand.
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Cinderella Anneh-bu© 2015

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