I am the Publicist of B.A.R.S., and currently I am double majoring in Art and Business. I am a part of B.A.R.S. because I love writing, reading and listening to poetry, and I enjoy the process of creating a space for other Black creatives to showcase their work. This year, I'm looking forward to growing out of my comfort zone by performing more spoken word pieces and refining my poetry writing skills.
Art and Business
I remember choices,
and their consequences.
his persona will decompose.
Becoming a skeleton of discontinued eulogies
because there is nothing left
to be said.
There are no questions
that can be answered
without opening the coffin.
Betrayal is a tortuous treatment
for someone once treated like a treasure
He lies to you,
and yet you still
drape yourself over the casket.
and over again,
until your body is the ocean
he swims in.
these men who do not die
do not intend on leaving
before taking pieces of you with them.
Do not let his secrets shatter you.
He is the only coward here.
Too fearful to face the demons
he summoned himself,
he will not scar you.
Fast forward five months later,
you will crumble beneath the corpse of the memory.
Pain left unburied,
still fermenting in your subconscious.
His stench will linger
around your heart’s hope like smoke
reminding you to never again trust so easily.
Promise me, girl,
You will craft stories only
Of the most beautifully refined
Bits of reality
From emptiness emerges epiphany
You will take this pain and
Forge it into serenity.
Take tears, transform,
Transcend to tranquility.
Cry a river of red thread if you need to
Let his shadow coalesce into the darkened past,
Let his afterimage disperse and let him go.
Let the anger dissolve.
These pages bled enough for the both of us.
These scribblings became scripture,
quenched your thirst for syllables,
this language you created out of discarded affirmations.
Set aflame, it broke the curse, and birthed a miracle
you are the miracle.