Jasmine Meli and I went to go eat pizza at a restaurant called Deco's
originally i wanted to go so Jasmine could see this cute waiter who worked there (my attempt to get her to like younger dudes)
He wasn't there but there was this stand up poetry thingy going on
So we grabbed our drinks and sat outside to listen
there's something about listening to other people pour their hearts out that tends to shake you even when they're strangers
There was a man who didn't know Harlem who noticed that
our queens turned into bitches and started calling themselves kings
our kings turned into dogs and started calling themselves gods
There was a man that wanted water over blood
because even thou blood is thicker than water
your family can betray you and cast you out in the blink of an eye
that they begin the process of isolation when you are young
that all you are is a repeat of questions at family functions
There was a woman standing in heels
who says they feel the same as her combat boots
that they're are blind eyes to men who like their hands up women's skirts
and men who puff themselves up with pride and muscles
protecting and being rewarded for what women do
and there was another women with insomnia
who like me would lie awake at night eyes heavy but unable to fall asleep
who like me was up at ungodly hours
who unlike me had her own personal sleep aid
she talked about a man who's arms would cradle her to the deepest of sleeps
how's his scent would surround her making her feel safe
how she can always go to him and he'll be there
she then began to tell us how dizzying it was to walk to his house
how her heart skipped a beat pressing the doorbell down
how the dizziness intensified knowing that her sleep aid was a door away
she described her heartbeat as she heard the clinking of locks being turned
how she can almost taste her dreams and the man who helps her there
then the door opens
and a women is already standing there
it was definitely the last one that hit all of us the most even with a few days passing we still talk about what we heard that day
I feel like these things find a way inside you and stay there
they aren't loud they are speaking in whispers
i only wish i could express myself like those strangers
