there are poems that break us. there are poems that strengthens us. there are poems that start a fire in our bones. there are poems that makes us soft. there are poems that remind us of who we are. there are poems we haven't written caged in our hearts. there are poems in the river. there are poems that aren't magic. there are poems you and I haven't felt. there are poems finding their way back to us. there are poems returning home to our mothers. blood filled memories. there are poems even words can't describe. there are poems that belong to us. nowhere near the lover. nowhere near the ocean. Only the God in us carry these poems in our hips in our thighs. in our bodies. in our voices. we are the carriers of our secrets and truths.
@poeticharmonylove Karen Owusu
