PRECISELY WHITE

You hold my heart
in the palm of your hands
with more precision
than a surgeon
and I feel
the warmth of your pale
flawless white skin
through each vein

It is the way you hold
my hands so tightly
leaving,no room for
insecurity
That  assures me
that
not even air
can separate this grip

I know
that if I need you
at midnight
You will ride
for miles,
And if your bicycle
gets a flat
You will walk the rest
to be there
at my side

You lend support
To those who I support
And you speak well of me
So those who love you
Love me
And those who respect you
Respect me
You bring no shame
You cause no pain

The first spoon of food
in your bowl is mine
And so too
Is every minute of your time
The way
you taste my afro,
Each strand of hair
In your own freaky way
you show you care


Jealous dark eyes
Loathe this affection
As much as I loathe
ebon feet
that can never fill your shoes

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

ABSOLUTES

In this ocean of absolutes
there are waves
called truths
Truths
which  embrace shores
To meet with rivers,
To take reports
directly from their mouths
Then losing motion
Transport relativity
to places
of contradiction
Defying resolutions
On its return to ocean

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

WHITE SUPREMACY

White men

are the masters of black love

A version of supremacy

that goes unmatched

and notably

They conquer hearts

They  occupy ebon thrones

A form of supremacy

That no other race can clone

Their majesty reigns

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

REAL MAN

I met a real man once

His skin was pale
His eyes were green
His hair was blonde

The first real man
I've ever seen

I met a real man once
His heart was pure
His love was real
His words were true
So much appeal

So empowered
That's how he made me feel

He was
So courteous
So caring
So honest
So frank
So strong

So repentant
When wrong...

And he was
So smart
So loving
God-fearing
So friendly
So understanding
So wise

So fit

So chaste

A good fighter
An excellent surrender


I met a real man once
And often I wonder
If there are other real men

in different shades...

Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

TWO CUPS OF COFFEE!

 

Two cups of coffee  

And you give me your heart  

already  

As if 
you even know me  

I think  

that’s crazy, baby  

Baby  

That you dream about ties  

to me  

And stay up all night  

Addicted  

to the good stuff  

I had you drink  

 
 

 
 

Two cups of coffee  

And you’re saying  

that you love me  

And won’t put anyone  

above me  

Like the one’s before  

Weren't worthy  

Or you never knew love  

or family  

 
 

Family  

Am I, your everything  

Already?  

Is it just the coffee?  

Or must I tilt your cup  

to see  

If there is something else  

In there  

for me  

 
To be  

So alluring  

So irresistible  

So enticing  

So good-looking 

So sufficient  

So desired 

So finesse 

So well dressed  

So worthy  

And at my best 

Your cup slipped  

your heart’s broken  

Over two cups of coffee  

Not me