And then all of a sudden
You were there holding me
Creating space for my being.
Like a mushroom on the moss.
A forgotten, alone tire
Jacked up from life but still remaining.
You give good love
like butter for my toast.
All of a sudden
I became your rope
in the double dutch.
The switch of my everythang
Looka here, looka here
Sookie sookie now.
All of sudden
You had me.
And I was yours.
Brian Ragsdale
Brian Ragsdale is an artist, writer, and scholar who lives in Southern New Hampshire. He writes about navigating systems of love, oppression, power and being part of the African diaspora.
Brian Ragsdale Brian Ragsdale is an artist, writer, and scholar who lives in Southern New Hampshire. He writes about navigating systems of love, oppression, power and being part of the African diaspora.
