PAD Challenge Day 5: After the sauna house...
PAD Challenge Day 5: Take the phrase "After (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem.
After the sauna house...
...I can paint a new hot and cold
picture about life for you;
Leave you with no writings on the wall.
In one hundred and fifty
to two hundred degrees Fahrenheit,
my pecan tan skin, cinnamon roll breast and
homemade fluffy biscuit bottom was blazing hot.
As I rest upright, I welcomed an out pour of my
natural black honey glaze along the plains of my sweet melanin.
Reminding me how much of a sizzle this woman can be.
Hot like fire. An ignition of inspiration and love.
Best at self-rising on her own with no limitations or additives.
Learning as I wish that it was easy to not sweat the big stuff
as it is to not sweat the little stuff...
Wishing more that I could sweat
a lifetime of grief out of the valves of my heart
Sweat the fear of the unknowns out of my bones
Sweat pain out of black history
because I'm naturally a color that most hate
and I didn't create this shade nor can I modify it
Sweat out all of my impurities like how grandmothers
tells her children's children to sweat out a cold
as a remedy to heal so the bloodline doesn't wither
Sweat it all out
with no dirty little secrets left
in between a river of secretions
Let it all pore out
Be extracted like the poor, salty
people I removed from my sugary life
because sometimes at times
it's too difficult to tell and taste
the difference in my granulated life.
wooosah........
Relax. Hydrate. Cool.
In fifty five degrees Fahrenheit,
I plunged myself into cold waters
with no troubles lurking.
Muscles on vacation mode from survival mode.
No culture shock.
Eyes wide awake because being woke
has no flaws nor is it harmful or unlawful.
Water tangoing with me as it
permeates my skin.
Learning my curves as I study it's waves.
Reducing the inflammation on my shoulders
caused by the weight of the world
Relieving me from some of the pain
that I couldn't sweat out earlier.
Slowly reminding me of the coldest lover
that coldly walked out of my life.
Quickly reminding me of how cancer
was ice cold as hail but my Angels
deep breaths and quiet prayers
kept me warm enough to heal.
Constantly reminding me of
How cold the world can be
and how I find myself wearing sweaters
year round around every demographic
because some are more cold blooded and cold-hearted
than others no matter how many cool peace signs you see
Nobody is marked safe from the next Cold War
even if the world appears to be lukewarm...
and I go back to my natural state of temperature.
D'ElegantOne
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