Digital Diary

Questions have always been my love language

Even as a child in my mouth was crowded 

With crooked teeth, too big for my face

And one question could root itself in a blossom into a million whys 

I went quickly to silence, my tongue

Because in my home

Questions disintegrated at the welcome mat

And shooed away with hostility and judgement

Questions equated to stupidity

For having a question

For not knowing the answer

In my home, I learned silence as well as i learned my alphabet

I learned my words were embraced inside my notebook

Going up buring my questions 

Made the resurrection as an adult that much sweeter

Perhaps that’s why i’m drawn to people who open their hands 

Before i open my mouth 

Those who fill their plates, suckle the bones, and ask for seconds

Because a question me is not more than curiosity

It’s love

It’s a want to know 

Who you are?

Why you are

What shaped you?

To know there’s always more worth discovering

A question to me is the deepest way I know how to love someone