[ tha conversation piece. ]
That conversation we had
blew my sacrificial mines and religiously gilded grenades…
Your sword dug clear through my compassionate concerns
Leaving me bleeding iridescent lines of regret
that began with that lie…built upon lies…
But my truth is of peace
Coating mountains with the knowledge of my divinity
Each peak and valley shimmering in Basquiat’s memory…
That conversation we had
Spit schizophrenic logic onto the floors of my mind…
Though…no care was taken to restore the marble coating
That had diminished over time
That conversation we had
Blew the lid off my insanity…
Your lies became my stories and ideals
But I never gained clarity…
Your confusion became my religion and moral code
But I never received the credit for my loyalty…
That conversation we had
Shook down the homes of those three little piggies
Who should’ve stood their ground…
But I was golden putty in your love-callused hands…
I should’ve known you weren’t the gentle type…
That conversation we had
Ended in silent bombs…
Flashing and dashing through Ancestral thrones
Smoke rising from the garden mazes of palm tree colored candy
Igniting artistic hallucinations and holistic revelations…
That conversation we had
Filled my lungs with knowing
and my heart with gratitude…
Opening my mascara stained eyelids…
Straightening my fetal posture…
That conversation we had
Gave birth to my unruly spirit and curious squints…
That conversation we had……made me fearless.
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