I hate that your text
“Good Morning”
Can bring me such joy

Or first cried
When Killmonger died,
Or asked why someone told you
“I don’t like brown people,”
Or when you helped
Stop a fight for the first time.

Hold me tight like I’m liquid
Squeeze me like we are not sure tomorrow exists
Let me snuggle into your chest
Hear your heart

Described you as
Compassionate
Intelligent
Enigmatic
Dedicated
Abilities
That surpass your age
But your age
Stopped

And I believed
With my heart
That I was working
To make a difference

I need these thoughts out of my head
The more I try the more they come

Let go of
Thought
Complicated emotion

I teach because…
I love to teach

It’s a tremulous thing falling asleep
Waiting
Wondering

Where others sat and folded
you decided to take another hit.

Can’t listen to any music
because nothing fits my mood.

With a touch
a look
a smile
a thought
I become a thirst