AC Lawrence Poet Free verse

Is it home?

My heart is full of your red mud, 
like the tread of my shoes

And you don't love me 

I have poured sweat into you

And you don't love me

I have loved the fruit of you,
no matter the shape 

And you don't love me 

I have worked to care for your weak,
to nurture your sick, kiss the feet of
your broken 

And you do not love me 

I have torn myself apart
mined for some sweet piece of you
in my gore

And YOU don't love me 

I have bled, bled every day

I spilled from the womb into
your arms

And you do not love me

I have nested here,
so close I can feel your chest rise
so close I can feel the heart underneath 
so close, God, I talk like you

And
you don't 
love
me

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