Loving you is like standing in rollercoaster lines. 

You build anticipation like no other

And then rope me off into another section. 

You’re the only one in control of this

I’m feeling faint and

I’m not even on the ride yet. 

So,

You tell me when you’re ready for me to buckle up

When you’re ready to test the waters

Travel together through the ups and downs

Survive the twists and turns

Laugh at all the amusement

Smile at the sights

Breathe in that good air

And slowly come to an end; reminiscing 

On this rollercoaster called life, 

Hit me up. 

Open those gates to your heart.  

Because when I get to the front of the line

You should already know that since I’ve waited this long

I’ll ride with you. 

jackiethegenius:

Dear Black Woman,
The being that you are is like no other
You exude brilliance, intellect, and purpose
Show me your true colors, and I won’t judge.
I am here for you.
Black woman.
My black woman.
Allow me to stand in your reflection.
Not to interrupt or destroy,  
But only to shower you with love, prosperity,
And affection.
My black Queen,
It is you that I adore.
With your resilience and dialect,
You stand tall and proud for me.
It is these qualities I choose to acknowledge,
And so much more.
Strength, passion, and desire.
All superiorities you possess.
I admire quietly as this shines through you.
Acknowledging your strides for greatness,
And absolutely nothing less.
Like the sap
that seeps through the seams of the trees.
Your presence.
Your essence.
Your transgressions.
Flow through the very seams
Of my being.
Black woman.
My black woman.
I welcome your invasive spirit.
It is we..
You and me.
That relinquish all powers beneath
One another.
But it’s the real you..
The one they can’t see
I’m hoping to discover.
Black woman.
My, my, my black woman.
Standing in your reflection.
Allowing you to creep into my
Space.
I see you.
I feel
You.
My black woman.

jackiethegenius:

I promised myself to remain true to who I am.
No matter the circumstance, I’d still be unbreakable.
I promised myself to be consistent.
The decisions of others and the battles they chose were not mine to bear, but theirs.
I promised myself to be first.
Self-care and satisfaction above all because it was I that had to keep myself afloat.
I promised myself to stay.
When others don’t, or when others won’t.
I promised myself to keep my promises.

Yet, like the dreams I dreamt.
The lines I wrote.
The mirrors that once were.
The pavements once smooth.
Broken became the promises.

Breakable and broken.
Carrying the weight of the world.
Being last.
Drowning.
Gone.
I broke my promises.

So I guess I’m just like you. I break my promises.