Frust-f*ckin'-stration
Poems from Journal Titled, Black and Blue (2018 - 2019)
"FRUST-F*CKIN'-STRATION"
Poem derived from my first completed journal, Black and Blue (2018-2019). Written May 22nd 2018 12:51 pm.
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These dudes are only good for a conversation,
mixed with some hesitation
to commit to a Rose that keeps
growin’ from the concrete,
afraid that her thorns might be
too sharp to cut, especially when it’s rainin’.
Man, save it.
Maybe Mikey’s good for a little five-minute
“d*ck appointment,”
or Rasheed’s hands can be my therapy,
as he puts some cheap
baby oil to soothe and ease
the tension in my back that
this motherf**kah Trey seems to be
givin’ me.
But what’s up with all these names, Lefty?
And why do they keep adding up
faster than Johnny he guzzled when he c*me
after three quick, weak ass strokes, groaning to me
“Damn baby, my fault, that p****y straight flames...”
Maybe it’s this firey soul I need to tame.
F*ck it, scratch the maybe.
It’s this soul I need to tame.
Or do I need to set it free?
Free from the lost spirits, incomplete
and hollow that feed off and
drain all my energy.
They drain my energy.
Frust-f**kin’-stration,
for lack of a better term in the
English dictionary.
Or porquería,
For those who speak Spanish...
I keep scribbling words on my pad
that sometimes make no sense,
and other times make perfect sense,
and I’m asking myself,
“Why do I keep trying to fill avoid
That even I can’t seem to name?”
About the Creator
Alyssa "Lefty" P.
28 year-old NuYoRican from Spanish Harlem who has a passion for writing, learning, achieving peace, faith, and empowering others. I've established a career as an educator and career counselor for over five years. Instagram: @alyssaleftyp
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