by Tro'juan Soule
Since freshman year of high school every woman
I've yet to love has smelled like my childhood.
Awkward and empty.
They have held razor blade sharp tongues
like my mother,
while I have worked twice as hard as my
father to keep them happy
with a marvel juggernaut heart.
I wish I never lost my virginity.
Every woman I had laid with has taken
a part of me, as I to her, and I've grown tired
of building shrines to my past.
We have exchanged and left pieces of ourselves
on each others fingertips.
Only to wither away as soon as the next person
attempts to play freeze tags with our emotions,
or hide and seek within out temples.
These walls keep no secrets they were not made
to crumble at the sight of every hurricane floodgate
woman that comes into our life.
Karma is a choices daughter that is always a lot closer