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Freedom is my Oxygen

Dwana Smallwood says, "Dance is my Oxygen" I have spoken to her about this statement and heard her clearly when she spoke.... been...

10 August 2011

I remember ....ode to Amil....

I remember how we met
You made a move- slightest and I responded in kind- slightly

I even remember the first
Time I met your son
Sleeping- Fairer skin than yours
Smaller version of you-gorgeous

John Legend-Kept telling us we were doing it 'again'- we didnt listen.....but we did it again

I remember when you made the arrangements to fold me-in-to your world-I remember how you smelled-what you wore and I noticed clean socks-never liked your hands.

I remember all the questions, the conversation the way I folded you in-to-my world....

I remember snatching off the black skully-I dont like it-I remember when you would take it off yourself
I remember I used to be madly, securely, in love with you.....my insides got small as a result....

Watch a movie was your catch-all phrase for
-I'm handling shit
-got some people to see
-and baby let me handle you, so wait....wait for me in vain....

And, again and again I would wait....and wait....I never made you wait on me....not once did I place you on pause....

I remember what the inside of your kiss felt like
What it felt like going down my spine where your hands would find themsleves on my body

Your touch was never disrespectful
        I shoulda been watchful of your heart with mine
Irresponsible
His space in mine
I watched him, when I could
Offered sweet morsals of chocolate when I could
Always wanted to hold him the way you held me
I remember you.......

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