a poem by Nia Mora

you kept telling lies
to get between my thighs

said it was because you didn’t
want to see me cry

had you been truthful

I would have done more than ride
or die for you

I would have
lived for you

celebrated all that the
world corrupted in you

bore babies bathed in melanin
resurrecting the king in you

I would have let you bathe
in the rivers of my soul

I would have poured into you
and filled you with this light

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