Love Poem: No Gloves
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Written by: Queen Mcnair

No Gloves

Like an arachnid 

Standing on the soles of our feet,

Yet, walking upside down

Crawling in quicksand

Searching for solid ground

But it's like picking up a gun and letting off solid rounds

How do we find common ground

When we keep finding the same common nouns:

Pain, Anger. Frustration, Debate

Too reluctant to try to relate

We stay tucked in to hide

Stuck on this ride

Remaining sheltered in the crux of our pride

Engaged in dispute so that makes me the bride 

And I get in the ring

Waiting for the bell to go "ding"

So I start walking with golden strides

Looking at you with shimmering eyes…

How many times are we going to drown

Before we listen to the sounds?

When the referee says the fight might be stopped in one more round

I take off my gloves so that my hands are unbound

Clothes are wet from the sweat of defeat.

Weariness drips from my back in this heat

And as I wait for you to take your best shot,

You strip from your gear

And spit from your mouth the plastic guard that protects your words

And instead of hearing howls,  I hear the sweet sound of birds

And as I inhale

I hold in the tears as our chests reunite…

            Love is stronger than Pride….

I realized that after we boxed 

last night.