Dear Husband

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A Man walked in front of the mirror and viewed himself-
He did not like what he saw.
He saw a face, old and winkled.
His body, covered in scars—
He considered them ugly.
Imperfections on what were once a sculpted canvas.
His head, still full of hair but faded and gray.
His sides were now flabby and loose.
He turned, bones cracking as he did.
They ached with each motion he took.
His stomach was just as flabby as the rest of him.
What was once polished was now round.
His chest, once powerful in his youth,
was now limp and saggy.

In his reflection, he saw something ugly—
Something old and useless

His wife came behind him.
She saw the sadness in his eyes.
She could not help but to smile,
And so she said;

Dear husband,
I see a face that has seen many winters.
One that has faced the hardships of this world.
Not just faced them, but survived.
A face that has worn many emotions over a lifetime,
and hid many more for the sake of his family.
I see an endless sea of gray hairs—
Each strand representing years of wisdom,
accumulated throughout a lifetime.
I see the body of a man who served as a shield.
A man who shielded his family—
His wife and loving kids—
Shielded them from harm.
A man who took the stings, agony and illness;
the brunt of that upon himself.
Sacrificing is own being in order to protect us.
I see not a fat old man.
I see a man who worked hard to provide.
Is it not okay for him to enjoy the fruits of his labor?
Did he not share that with his loved ones?
A man who always made sure his family was fed.
Did he not make sure they ate first,
or had enough to satisfy their bellies?
So does he not deserve the big piece of chicken to fatten his own?
I see a chest shagged and shoulder slumped wearily,
all from carrying the weight to lighten our load.
The weight you carried made it possible for our seeds to grow.
You tried to carry as much as you could, so we wouldn’t have to.
Cracking and creaky bones?
They are music to me.
A reminder of all the sacrifices you have made.

The reason our children were able to grow as they did.
The reason why I can sit here and smile.

Dear Husband,
You know what I see?
I see a Wise King who did everything he could—
Who fought many battles and proudly wears the scars from them.
All for his family.
I see a Wise King who sacrificed more than I could have ever asked of him.
I see my Loving Husband and a Wise King.

 

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

 

 

 

 

Breathe

How do I breathe underwater?

How do I breathe when with every breath,

I’m being drowned by your love?

When my heart skips a beat that moment—

The moment you walk in the room,

you steal every breathe within my body.

I went diving into your heart,

That endless ocean that they call love,

And now I can’t breathe.

I wasn’t prepared for such strong emotions.

Can you tell me?

How do I breathe underwater?

I wasn’t prepared for this fall.

How do I breathe when with every breath,

I’m being drowned by your love?

 

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

My Addiction

If my eyes could speak, there would be one truth—

That I’ve been completely hooked by your elegance

and I’ve been left struggling on your line.

They’d be asking you to not throw me back.

 

I’ve been taken by the complete thought of you.

You are something that I need—

The cause of my addiction,

and I’m not afraid to say that I like it.

If my eyes could speak, there would be one truth—

I’ve been captivated by your song

And there’s no way my eyes could lie to you.

No matter what words come out of my mouth,

my eyes show just how strung out I’ve become.

 

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

A Poet is…

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A poet is a romantic who expresses himself through art.

Married to words, committed to what’s carved on his heart.

He can bring them together in rhyme to hit his mark,

or he can let them sore free like an eagle through the sky.

A poet is married to a craft that opens up his soul.

Sometimes he can communicate through the art form,

something he couldn’t say in a normal conversation.

He delivers to her a portrait that paints a mental image.

In it, he says what his lips couldn’t speak out loud.

A poet is someone who lets his emotions bleed to the paper.

He takes the weight of the pain and eases it with ink.

The pen is linked to his soul and it crafts something beautiful—

Showing a majestic world of colors beyond imagination.

A poet is one who needs not speak to convey meaning.

A poet is one who can make you fall in love with words.

One who can make you laugh, cry, and fall in love all at once.

A poet is one who speaks what’s on his heart and mind,

even when he is incapable of verbally expressing it out loud.

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

The Night Sky

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Come outside and check out the night sky.

Come look at the stars with me.

Would you prefer your yellow roof?

Sitting inside with your wine glass—

You’re missing out on the beauty.

Come out with me.

Come check out the night sky.

It’s poetry without words.

Don’t be a stick in the mud—

Come and join me.

Come outside and check out the night sky.

 

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown

Hope for a Heaven

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What’s a non-religious man to do

if he doesn’t believe in heaven,

but he sees a cruel world that is sick?

So many deaths since last May.

So much hate poisoning what’s on my plate.

There has to be something better than this.

If heaven exists….

May it exist so there’s something better.

Something better than this place.

They say that hell is a real place.

Can it really be worse than this?

War, racism, sexism and greed.

For our sake, I hope there is a heaven.

Is it real?
It’s hard so say now when living in hell.

What’s a non-religious man to do?

Try and be strong,

but you aren’t trying to hear me.

You have church in the morning—

This after you stomped a dude at the club.

Just the day before, a kid lost his life.

Makes a non-religious hope for a heaven

cause there’s got to be a better place than this.

 

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown