The following creative writing piece is a Homage to Found Poem, written by contributing writer Kemora Walker:

The scent of your disbelief suppresses me. I want to understand you but I can’t. Not because I lack interest, but because you coax yourself into believing I have foul intentions. Again, I don’t understand. I haven’t given a reason for you to view me as untrustworthy. I didn’t take your words and bury them. Nor did I take your heart and shatter it. I am not her and I am not them. Stop comparing me. It isn’t fair for either of us. Don’t deprive me of my senses. 

I’ve never understood myself. I don’t know if I ever will. I lend my time and trust to those undeserving. And I fight myself to keep it from the ones who need it most. That’s why I’m losing her. It’s not that I don’t trust her. It’s myself that I’m questioning. She’s aware of her faults and imperfections, which to me, makes her perfect. With hers acting as the doors to her soul, I take cognizance of her purity. A dusky cocoa floods my senses. I have no liking for chocolate, but something about her essence opens my mind. It could simply be her presence. But I can’t get attached. I don’t think I’m what she wants. I can’t be what she needs. 

You’re both so fluent in each other’s love languages, yet you misunderstand. It’s a shame. So lost in each other’s perspective that you lost control of your own. Unintentionally blinding yourself from the reality that is each other. Two locked doors with one key in between. Break them down or spend the rest of your time wondering how to reach one another. Banging at each other’s hearts until you go numb. Soon that curiosity will fade out. Until there’s nothing left but your own false conclusions. 

The scent of disbelief suppresses me

You coax yourself into thinking I have foul intentions

I don’t understand

I didn’t take your words and bury them

Nor did I take your heart and shatter it

I am not her

Stop comparing me

It isn’t fair

Don’t deprive me of my senses

I trust her

It’s myself that I question

She’s perfect

I take cognizance of her purity

Something about her essence…

Opens my mind

BUT I can’t get attached

I can’t be what she needs

So fluent in love languages

Yet you misunderstand

So lost in each others perspective, you can’t control your own

Blind from the reality that is 

Each other

Two locked doors with one key in between

Break them down or wonder how to reach one another

Banging at each other’s hearts until your hands numb

Soon curiosity will fade

Until there’s nothing left…

But your own false conclusions