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Mar 2022
I hit the moon dust
Of the **** a daddi gave lil ole
****, plentiful
Glorious me.

It's often I can't see myself clearly
Cannot understand how to embrace, cherish
Myself
So I've been tooth and nail
Pickin' pickin' away at that
Very thing
The world trains women to hate themselves
And I'm over here just
Drinking from the ocean
If it means
A closer connection to the earth
To the wind, rain
I'll let it baptize me
And today
Open myself up
To the spring springing on
This time
From the shedding of palms.

I remind myself often only I am me
And even if there is no man around
To love on me
I am whole
I am present
I am layered, absolutely
Breath taking.
No other entity is my competition.

Clouds rising above
A sleeping dark blonde head
Arising from the sun roof
Of the car
Like a prince at prom
Only to lose your head
Decapitated in just one blip
I looked for your lonesome head
All around the land
Broken like a barbie doll
Two pieces of you
And still none for me.

You don't live down the street from me anymore
And still I'll mourn you in little glimpses
And keep you blocked
For me.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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