Chrycka Harper, Poet & Literary Critic
Last Modified: 02:10 a.m. DST, 14 February 2014
Everyday, we present to each other locked packages,
specialized by their beholders.
Mine comes in a medium sized, cold metal box.
Gray with swirls of turquoise and lavendar
And sugary sprinkles of tangerine;
all surrounding the one key hole.
Only a few people in this world
have ever touched this box,
fewer have gotten the key,
and even fewer have understood to use the key to unlock the box
to unleash its contents:
Two of those people are
my Momma and my little brother-
Brown Sugar and my little colored boy.
Don’t ever lose your flavor.
Amateurs always aiming to annihilate your flavorful accent
their heat drives them out of the kitchen…
So don’t ever leave the kitchen…
And my little colored boy.
Hands academically shackled so you can only listen to your muffled potential.
Schools teaching you how to type your prison numbers
So when do you have the time to draw our freedom?
After the video games…
Draw the next best game
Draw the sheep that you count
Draw the food that starving children should eat
Your humility and wittiness will carry you.
My routine may not be warm embraces
the contents that surrounded you
from the box I presented to you
is the universal, spiritual embrace
we all relish in.
It is up to the receivers
to find the key of understanding:
that LOVE also comes in different colors, shapes, and sizes.
that LOVE is understood
by the lover’s eternal heart’s beloved
no matter the speciality of the lover’s craftsmanship.
that my audience
understands my love for them
through this story.
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