Meet my mother

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We first met when fire was breaking in my bones

Limping to our first date

Our first and foremost caffeine exchange

The turning of the soil that would be a garden for your eternal last name

Hi, I’m Masingita

Pardon my worn-out jean, jacket and crutch

I come from burying a relationship and a supposed friendship

I’ve since been leaning in my walk because love has been a crooked path 

Laden with promises, excuses, apologies, second chances, heartbreaks and death

Breath, heartaches, bruised knees, unanswered prayer, betrayal, lies and depth

Wherein life is sometimes submerged

I am scared to love again, but I’d love to be your best

You don’t look like you’d hurt a fly

But then again I can’t fly

Raise me up and watch me fall

I limped and fell for you at the mall

I left Winterfeldt and its cold

To come lie prostrate at your alter to break its hold

I am an unworthy sacrifice

May your love's blaze consume me whole

I know, I smell like dust, tears and loss

I just buried my father

He would’ve loved you

Let me introduce you to my mother