mothwing | Week of Love Poetry Day #7

The last day of my poetry week, and since I haven't included any spoken poetry, here's a jam contribution by Gina Loring:

you move me

you move me like

you move me like
14 years old
the autobiography of Malcom X changed my life
roots age 19

you move me like a long cool drink of water
after the steepest hike on the hottest day

like Lina Hornes Grace
and Alice Walkers words
and Billie Holiday's life
like the time i met Mr. T

flinging myself into his arms like a little girl at 22
overcome with an emotion i did not realise i had
see we of the fatherless tribe love men differently
like i love Mr. T

Shermen Hensley, Bill Cosby and, Orsenio
yes Orsenio
because they were constants
for at least a period of time present in my home
in my living room
in my adolecents
as no other men were so I love them
Mr. T
thats how you move me

like humility
lessons
joy
grief
daydreams
truth
because I am leo
so I walk with my head high
and act like I'm cool but really
I'm scared
and you are the constellation that guide me home
the star that lights my path
remind me of love and hope and action

and dignity
like Mohammad Ali
we will stand for something
and I am sensitive
and not a morning person
and nit picky about lint
and sometimes too emotional
and other times not emotional enough
because my youth was bruised and you massage me back to life
with your rhythm
your words
your spirit
you move me like wind
like 5 years old
Rabbi Neal strums the guitar
familiar
and you shall love your God with all your might
i pretend to read from the prayer book
I can't really read yet
but i pray real

like 20 years old
meeting my brother for the first time
my smile on his face
my eyes looking into my eyes
and there was so much pain behind both our eyes
that I had to look away

you move me like 1984 olympics
Rayford Johnson was my hero
and every man will be forever compared to him
because he used to put me on his shoulders
and I was special
if only every now and then
you move me like
native american prayer songs
like graffiti on the freeway
like jeans that fit perfectly
like hip hop
like Ella Fitzgerald
Scott amazing eyes are blue
like up and down the slip and sideways
harmonzing honey M's
you move me like sunshine
like you
fred hampton
speaks truth
stands
sonnets
thunder in the sky
rock the world
shock em
shake em
make em see

without a doubt you most definitely
move me