I’ll Take That
I’ll take a smile over your praise.
Praise steels my ego, smiles steal it.
I’ll take a hug over your money.
It will warm my heart more than gold could.
I’ll take a name over a title.
Titles can be stripped off, names leave when they aren’t home.
I can take that.
I’ll take a dance over your shoes.
I’ll spin long after you’re gone, after the music has worn itself out.
I’ll take memories over those pictures of us.
My brain’s reel reeks colors and laughs,
more than your memory card could long for.
I’ll take tears over your apology.
The red in your eyes bleeds more ink than you could ever pen.
I can take that.
I can take that.
I’ll take skin over your favorite shawl.
I prefer the scars of life wounds over the haunting picnic stains.
I’ll take kiss over drinks.
They’re always better like that
Stupor is sweetest with lips,
not liquor, don’t you think?
Oh, I’ll take those lessons with restraint.
It’s been a better cocktail anyway.
I can take that.
I can take that.
Hi. I’m Tchassa Kamga. I just moved to the U.S.A. from Cameroon. I’m building my body of work, one word at a time. Let’s connect on Twitter. Like if you like, share if you care. Leave a comment, don’t be a stranger. Here’s more of my writing:
