Ts Lewis Poet Free verse

Forfeited Language

I am tied to royalty
the way oceans
are fastened to
 moon fluctuations

the way our skin
absorbs sun's radiation
with mathematical 
efficiency
producing Nubian 
improvisations

from translucent tans
and honey hued browns
to shades of ink 
that rivaled midnight
when we opened our eyes 
the earth contained starlight

 tied to royalty
we made ivory crowns
fashionable
and kings requisitioned
vines for chains

If the moon's pull
causes oceans to move
towards her
My desire must've danced
with my design 
before our skin collected
freedom's anthem

Beauty made in abstentia
baptized by indigo
 vision, piercing

One hundred years in
our language
started to fade
A cerebral infraction occurred
on the grandest scale
unimaginable 
we suffered
word extinction

man muted, forced fed
profits, I wonder
if we'd ever know truth
that didn't involve
"In God We Trust?"

My tongue wants to
form words, my mind
cannot name

Royalty, money laundered loyalty
Wordsmith

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Lady Labyrinth January 11, 2020 at 9:45 PM In the end money will turn to ash as well. We are crystalline in formation...ashes to ash, dust to dust, all carried up in light prisms, we are pure and divinely transformative; or infractions that are sent back to write another story all over again, bound to some royalty or another.