2 The Core of You



             To the Core of You

I don’t just love you on the surface
not in the shallow places where words float
and disappear like breath on cold glass.

I love you to the core.

To the marrow of your becoming,
to the quiet chambers where your truth hums
even when your voice forgets how to speak it.

I love you to the corps
the army of versions of you
that had to rise, fall, rebuild,
and still salute the morning
like survival was a sacred duty.

I see your prophecy.
Not the one the world tried to write over you
but the one etched in your spirit
before doubt ever learned your name.

I see it
in the way your mind stretches galaxies out of nothing,
in the way your intelligence isn’t just learned
it’s lived,
it’s carved from experience,
it’s brilliance that refuses to dim
even when life tried to close the curtain early.

And I love you there.

At the core of your trauma
not to reopen wounds,
but to sit gently beside them
and remind you
that what tried to break you
also revealed your unbreakable design.

I loved you through the games
when masks were easier than mirrors.
Through the pain
when silence spoke louder than truth.
Through every season
where loving you required patience
that only the soul could understand.

And still…
I stayed.

Over thirty years of knowing you
not just your smile,
but your storms.
Not just your strength,
but the moments your hands trembled
and you still reached for life anyway.

You are my homie
the one who knows my laughter
before it leaves my chest.

My lover
the rhythm my heart leans into
like it finally found its language.

My friend
the safe place
where I don’t have to perform,
just be. 
Where you are in your rarest with me,a place where your smile meets mine and dances and your laughter reverberates my soul.

You are my beginning
not in time,
but in meaning.

And as long as breath
continues to rise and fall within me,
as long as this body remembers how to carry love

I will love you.

To the core of your wounds,
to the core of your wonder,
to the core of your becoming,
to the core of everything
you have been,
everything you are,
and everything this world
has yet to discover about you.

And if you ever forget your worth

come back here, come back home 

To this truth.

You are not just loved

You are known.
You are seen.
You are everything.

Ashé 🙏🏽
By N'gamé Gray 🦋

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