A laying on a hands (For Colored Girls Poem) I was missing something something so important something promised a laying on of hands fingers near my forehead strong cool moving making me whole sense pure all the gods coming into me laying me open to myself I was missing something something promised something free a laying on of hands I know bout/laying on bodies/laying outta man bringing him all of my fleshy self & some of my pleasure being taken full eager wet like I get sometimes I was missing something a laying on of hands not a man laying on not my mama/holding me tight/saying I’m always gonna be her girl not a laying on of bosom and womb a laying on of hands the holiness of myself released I sat up one nite walking a boarding house screaming/crying/the ghost of another woman who was missing what I was missing I wanted to jump up outta my bones & be done with myself leave me alone & go on in the wind it was too much I fell into a numbness til the only tree I cd see took me up in her branches held me in the breeze made me dawn dew that chill at daybreak the sun wrapped me up swinging rose light everywhere the sky laid over me like a million men I was cold/I was burning up/a child & endlessly weaving garments for the moon with my tears I found god in myself & I loved her/I loved her fiercely
Posted on: Mon, 26 Aug 2013 00:25:21 +0000
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