The bigger they come, the harder they fall. And ours was huge. Inspired and powered our artistic endeavors. We loved in the name of Black Power and stood side-by-side as we created our business. We were Love and loved by elders and on-lookers. We were young and smart and struggling to find our place in the world. We loved out loud and were welcomed as a young power couple. His friends became mine and mine loved him... Until his burdens were too heavy and his pain too deep for me to carry. Until his joke, his hustle... until I saw that I was his joke and his hustle. His pretty girl of the year, his East Side Lolita.. Until I tore myself away from his too much pressure on my lower back when I thought we were making love.... Because I am Love and thats enuff right?
And I lost (almost) everything. I kept me. I ran away with the pieces of me I could salvage. I ran away after I was thrown away for threatening the very man that threatened me... My rights of passage into adulthood confidant.. Gone. My business, my friends, my art... my words and my song... I had to leave behind. All I could carry was me....
Folks wonder why I dont come around anymore. Because they still worship him. And you know folks feel a need to choose sides. And he is Golden. And Im just the one who loved and left... The one from over there, the outlander-Eastsider.
Ive got stories for days. Most I keep to myself, or hide inside my poetry, or reserve for future short-fictional characters. Stories about Love... lost friendships..
Ive drowned and been carried back to the surface many times by Mermaids. Im the real deal folks.
So see My Love. When I ask you to not steal my sealskin... Please understand I need it. I owe the Mermaids; the Ocean. I owe their deep, dark mysterious chaotic Waters my life. Ive promised to return everytime the Moon says "Now."