I’m patient like that.
Where others will demand and hold you to account,
I know vulnerability waits for a soul to be ripe with sincerity before it spreads itself,
before it undresses.
I know that if I bottle my anxiety and show a face of indifference,
I run the risk of losing many,
but the ones that see with the eye of their heart also know me from a thousand thousands.
I’m patient like that,
because I know where I’m from and how I’ve travelled to be here is beyond just forty two years of worldly existence.
I’m not just matter and that’s what matters,
but I never let that matter to the point that it’s all that matters.
We matter said no one of intelligence and worth except who think their lives are but a series of what people owe them.
I’m still patient for them.
Waiting for their poems to undo themselves.
I’m always a poem away from myself.