Separate Selves

Blinded by my lips

I wanted you to see me

But you knew from the start

I didn’t know I was alone


I weaved the fabric of our souls

I wanted you to stay

But I kept finding holes

That would be covered by day


We are disjointed bodies

Connected at the seam

Singing distant memories

Of what we used to dream


Mattie Grace Levy

I'm a black woman, a classically trained oboist, a self-taught composer, and an introspective poet trying to comprehend my thoughts.

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