Poems
by: logidula_na
White Love means nothing: An Ode to Black
I let go of my expectations.
It took a moment…
I saw myself in you,
(the rope)
It wasn’t love at first sight,
I just knew you
(the rope tightened)
Cliche? no
There was a peace
The language of English,
inadequate to comprehend.
It was black,
It was intense,
Innate… true.
(your soul,
towering in a sea of others,
tied to our rope
I moved closer,
you were familiar)
A language of spirit,
two souls reunite
Ancestral greetings,
Black man black woman.
It’s not love,
It’s in his actions
in his tone
his presence
soul. us. one.
Natache Iilonga