I WAS TAUGHT LOVE

 

Call me crazy but where I come from I was taught love

The type that doesn’t go to bed without good nights

The one that always wants a hug

The one that starts morning without a fight.

The love that speaks the language 

of personality and emotions.

I was taught spontaneous love

The type that boldly declares “us”

That allows you wake up to goofy face selfies.

The one you can call home

The love that becomes your biggest cheer leader

That walks with you to the salon

That gives people good reasons to stare.

That makes jokes every now and then.

Where I come from,

I was taught love

The one that comes with beautiful pet names 

My baby this, my babe that.

Sugar, Baby Cakes, Choco Heart, 

Little Dough, Love Mix, Candy Stick.

Le Boo, La Bae, Ife, Obim.

The one that knows and shares a pure heart.

The love that supports passion 

and doesn’t wear a frown for long.

I know a wild type of love.

That allows errors but corrects wrongs.

That says “I am sorry”

That says “I think you hurt me”

That says “Can we fix this”?

I don’t want to lose you

I was taught the love that keeps no record of evil.

The one that delights in truth

Where I come from 

I was taught a love of plenty cuddles and hugs,

Eat outs, gifts, prayers, love letters,

Sincerity and transparency. 

Cheers, laughter, a belonging heart, 

an ever willing spirit. 

The type of love that reminds you 

of Christ and the body.

The love worth having 

Date nights, karaoke, jokes, family. 

Memories, moment and growth 

Inside joke, puns, tight hugs and home

Where I come from

I know not less.

And I give, just as I was taught to.

Without limit,

Never to be made less.