In the end, it will be me and my Words. My Brain will be buried with me.
There is nothing more final than a Thought.
When I’ve made love to every corner of my Loves, my Languages, I will rest.
I welcome Death
For in it I’ll be reminiscent of the melody of Mon Coeur
In the sinful spice of “Salacious” on my Tongue.
In the superpower of transcribing Thought to Page.
And being able to experience Experience all over again.
In the end, it will be me and my Thoughts. My Notebooks will envy my Mental
Neville Longbottom will perforate my think space as I collaborate
With my Brain to craft a reality
That maintains fantasy
Books are in my blood. Writing is more than me—in my DNA exponent 3.
Watch as my Lower Register cashes new lengths.
Feel when my Wit spans across new widths.
And don’t try to hit my phone “new QUEEN, who dis?”
Love my Confidence, as it flies to new heights.
Love how my Cadence commands a room
Tone graced by moonlight. Monsoon
Melanin glows gold in the Sunlight
ooh I love how Black Boys Look Blue in the moon’s light
You are my favorite song
Turn up the Volume,
Penetrate my mind.
Your sponge am I
Leave me to soak in Your Flood. Language
I love you.
In the end, it’ll be just me and my Thoughts.
Written by Devonne