Our elephant is one that is plump

off of the racial predjudice predating

the DNA inscribted to us,

the difference in melanin

that enables us to have to deal with our said elephant.

And our elephant is so gorged

on the idea of the said elephant leaving,

which in itself isa paradox

we can only dream off.

Cause in your mind plays a scene,

of you telling them

of you and me

amongst a plethora of curse words

and swinging fist,

from throwing you out

to disowning you.

Our relationship

is met with close lips

in fear of closed fist.

Our elephant is raised in the corner

never to be fully addressed,

only met with unsettled laughter

and unsure futures.

Our elephant leads to storms

of unspoken truths

transforming into vocal worries

andthe inevitable fixation of this ordeal

we have placed on ourselves with is this elephant,

of they would be pissed

and you dont know them.

When the irony in this is

I wish I did.

Because even though I know

they would not care for me

I want to know what conflicted characteristics

of them crafted you.

Because I know the rhymatic jittering of your leg when you

are trying to sleep is the only thing

from your mother you are willing to keep.

I know how you got every scar that lines your body like chainmail.

And I know you and your father really dont get along.

But I wonder whose degree curvature of smile you inherited

or whose eyes you had recieved.

Our elephant is swelling and taking up the room

suffocating my insides

allowing my lungs to drain

every last breathe.

My sights getting blurry and my hands shaky

my voice scratchy.

I need to breathe,

but our damn elephant is sitting on my chest.

Our elphant is teasing.

Two am wishing I was in your arms

Its ten o'clock grasping at skin

pulling you closer.

Its kisses speckled on your shoulder blades.

Its grunts and moans

symphony.

Its your breathing becoming my favorite lullaby.

Its wanting more than anything for you

to be proud to call me yours.

Our elephant is sick and twisted.

Our elephant is leaving me in a car when

you go to your family's house.

Its telling people Im just your friend.

Its you finally being able to hold my hand in public

when we walk done the street

then shutting me off.

Our elephant is the fear.

Ignorance and no bliss.

Its me and you,

not able to be, but still we remain.

You, the elephant and me