Poetry has been my life for as long as I can remember. It's the only other thing besides my daughter that makes sense to me most days.
A walk through your park is like a glide through an unattached fantasy land The trees seem to bend any which way they want to
A prison Is it a state of mind caught at a sound because the following vibrations and waves just MIGHT bring a tsunami Is it focusing on might
My Demons Dance In The Night
The night highlights my fears and the course of my demons They continue to take a free course in my desires that are unwashed from long-term consequences
To Eat Or Not To Eat
Allas the day has come when eating is remembered like a breath or a hum a thought that pops up in your head a lowly snack before your bed
"Heaven!, What's that in your hands?" I was walking toward her trying to get a closer look but I couldn't quite see what she was holding. Whatever it was it was practically falling out of her arms. The closer she got the better I could get a look to see the hair that it had all over it's body and the "Meow".
It was the merlot
The day I met you you told me that you loved me. It wasn't in the words that you said it was the way that no matter what I had on that night, or didn't, that didn't matter to you. All you cared about was my eyes. I reclined the chair back and crossed my legs like a lady but the next puff I took out that cigarette could have been big enough for a grown man, but you didn't care about that. You just stayed seated in your upright position and kept staring at me. At first I didn't think much of it, I'm used to men staring at me but that weird vibe I usually get alongside the displaced stares I didn't get from you. But instead of thinking too much more into it I just layed farther back in my seat, of your car, right next to you. "Can you roll down your window please" he looked displaced like he's never seen a girl he didn't know be so comfortable in his car, which comes to find out later was actually a good thing. "You want some of this" I held up a bottle of Merlot with one hand and grabbing it by its neck like a dead animal I'd just killed. He looked displeased, "I'll pass" and just kept staring out the front window. I put the bottle down but now holding it in between my legs as I turned my body more to face him, only uncrossing my legs enough so the bottle would fit, and asked "what's your problem"
My shell, Like anything else, if tried hard enough can be penetrated But then you might miss my colors you might miss the mystery of when I decided to pop my head out and surprise you with my presence if you happen to ever be so lucky
Black Girl Magic
Black woman your strength is something I aspire to Black woman when you walk into a room everyone turns to see the power that just entered