Yellow and Blue intertwined...

A Poem by Black cygnet

Unlike my husband, who comes from a battle ground of hell,

I always had A place to hide, A place to run to with my sister.

Unlike my husband, who was caught up in the war to survive,

I always wrapped my arms around others to help them thrive.

Unlike my husband, who is a warrior fighting and claiming for others,

I always was a healer, doesn't matter my people or not, I'm always healing others.

Unlike my husband, who is a Player, who Knows how to ball,

I always was a Poet, losing my sanity, writting with blood on my wall.

Unlike my husband, who is famous for his charismatic influence,

I always hide myself, my tar black soul and stayed tangled in my own trance.

Unlike my husband,who ignores every thought and walks straight where ever he wants,

I always was a mess, overthinking, messing, suffering in pain, weeping till whenever it stops.

But I no longer wanna be just a mess,
I only want all of you, nothing more or less.

Maybe I was dope, Maybe I was high, Maybe I lost my mind but never my heart.

If you ask my sister, I still have the warmth to save a freezing child, and I can still save you, I can make you feel alright, I am not lost yet, I am still standing by your side.

But I no longer wanna be just air,
I will be with you every moment I swear

If you ask my sister, I still have my charm.
I know, I can make you feel safe and Calm. I can still hold you close till you start feeling that my dripping blood is warm.

Unlike my beautiful and strong husband, who never had a choice but to get out of the storm on his own,

I always had him, to get held by or to get helped by to stand on my own.