#SoWasYouReallySleepingAtYourBrothersHouse| Poem by Diana Mora @natureallydye

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I asked for someone to pour into me

As much as I poured into

myself

I know 

I’ve been selfish 

Still you renamed me 

Dye

I’ll let you leave with the credit of that

A star in your dark sky

You claimed light

Just a star in 

your galaxy 

holds many

Poems I wrote on your birthday 

Where I named 

“As warm as RAH”

Would’ve been dead enough 

Should’ve been enough 

I thought that the shared pain of people leaving us on the 7th day of the 3rd month

Was enough 

Pain exchanged 

Feel your hurt 

So I could heal you ?

Ever felt mine ?

Thinking the Gods did that for us

That’s what you Mumbled 

As

Your

Tears were heard through phones

Protect me

Protect me 

Protect me

Protect me

Protect me

Protect me

Protect me

Protect me

Protect me

Protect me

Yet the protection that came with the contract you disclosed had me sign

Then VOID !

Never having a chance to call this our own

Never having the chance to call my insides your home

It don’t even hurt the same

Poems don’t even flow the same

Because 

Fuck Niggas

Think Their

Godly Niggas

But

Fuck Niggas 

And Fuck Niggas

Is ironically spelled the same way 

Yet means totally different things

Fuck Niggas ain’t shit

I hate Fuck Niggas

Totally different content 

Yet 

You seem to have fallen under both catalogs 

“What you beg me for fuck nigga ?”

“Why’d he ask me to change”

“FUCK NIGGAS”

I said to myself as I looked in the mirror

Fuck Niggas 

As I grabbed 

My chest 

Pain 

Silent promises 

We made

Turned into

 Loud 

Truthful lies

In front of everybody 

Yet

Again

“DYE DON’T YOU FUCKIN CRY”

I weeped on that floor

I believed in you  

“That was it for you”

I repeated in my pulse

I almost gave myself to you

I almost gave myself to you 

Explain to me why 

I felt bad for loving him too

Explain to me why that night I laid with him as the sky changed from dark blue to light blue

 I called you 

I felt bad for betraying you

I felt bad for telling him I love you

I felt bad for telling YOU I loved him too

Now look at you ?

I was going to teach how to move your earth..??

IT HURTS !!!!

I think you know me enough to know

My poems don’t ever have to Rhyme


That 

My love 

My being 

Had never made sense till the day 

I saw my reflection in your eyes 

Ask me again why I can’t look in your eyes ?

I see bad parts of

Me when

 I look at you

So

I stopped writing poems

I told you everything 

Even when it was hard

Even when it hurt

Even when it was ugly

You beat at my spirit 

As I allowed you

You lied to my face

You lie to yourself

You deny me

You deny your soul

You hurt me

You hurt 

Yourself 

I poured into you

You

Drained 

My well

You change the spelling in my name from Die /D/i/e to Dye D/y/e

Now allow me to reintroduced 

My name is Dye

And she told me to remind you 

That

every so often 

Poems I wrote you 

Would end with

Who are you ?

And where did you come from..

You are nothing to me

And it no longer matters where you come from

Because 

I hold the power to send you to 

Hell..

I’ll spare you 

In hopes 

that you realize that

One day

You 

Need

You


As much as them hoes needs you

#SoWasYouReallySleepingAtYourBrothersHouse..


/Diana Mora @naturallydye