They say, “It’s not easy being green. That it’s always better to be nice than to be mean,” But try being four feet tall, With a lot of curiosity and no power at all. If you love me so much, Then why can’t I go, and why say, don’t touch? While I’m asking these questions, […]
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I want to win the national spelling bee! Spelling big words like that movie, AKEELAH AND THE BEE. Then maybe I could spell a word that would transcend me from poverty. Maybe I could elevate my status to black women, from minority. Spelling out my understanding of the roots of my civilization. Allowing you to
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Some say the words I write make them feel like a God. I find that rather odd. I just speak to the King I see. Sometimes he’s asleep, resting in his manly being. So I approach and caress his ears with my words. Sometimes I tease him with tantalizing verbs. Massaging the tension from his
I am just a pile of dirt, wrapped in flesh Hoping that the dung in my life will fertilize my earth. I am a God Made Original. But birth in sin, I have been Genetically modified, I try to hide it with a little lipstick, part my lips, flash my smile, Slight tilt of my head
Dipped in sugar, laid in sweat, poured into the ink pen, Drama keeps it wet. Thirsty for a plot, bobbing to stop the bleed, Head swinging left to right, to interpret what you read. Three found dead, rocks on the scene. Change the font, adjust the format. Nope! Same old scene. Script has been
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My poetry I have words that open the door to my sexy. But if my sex is all u want to see, I have verbs that represent my set! See, I like the art of seduction, whispering fantasies, That transition into reality, If you have the vision to see. Building pyramids with my nouns,
Can you please tell me why knowing that you love me, moves my mind to a different place in the universe? Is it actually love or a curse? I feel hopelessly alone in my space. Existing in a private bubble until you infiltrate my thoughts on my same weird & exotic rhythm. Then we vibe!
Rising from my bed, standing naked before the earth, Recognizing the universe to which I gave birth. Yet, I still search the land for the man I call my king! Praying that when he sees me he will recognize his queen! Forming pseudo relationships trying to fill the gaps, As time escapes, each moment counts
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He is my back ground music! When I move, it’s to the sounds of his adoration for me! He is my back ground music! Peeling me open like a banana, he kisses my bruises! Yes yes he is my background music. I rock slowly to his roar and fall a sleep to his purr! He
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