My silence lives in the middle of my chest.
Engulfing my lungs into the poeticness of Black.
It inches up my throat,
Clinging onto my esophagus,
Chokingly.
My silence suffocates me,
But my voice still wants to Scream.
© 2015 Kendra Bowman
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
I am from Fisher Price cars with foot powered engines.
Dolls with no hair,
Barbies with no houses.
I am from give it back!
Give it here!
Alex, no!
Ni Ni, stop!
I am from frost bitten rain and winter coats.
I am from snow for Days.
and Weeks.
and Months.
I am from North, East, South, and West.
The Shinobi.
The Lone Ranger.
With Life dragging me in each direction,
“Stay” is not in my vocabulary.
I am from the Cool of The Bay
And the Heat of The Valley.
I am from Loud Mouths
And Long Hair.
Sarcasm and Activism.
No one speaks for me.
I am from a Cousin of Every Color,
A Sister of Every Origin,
A Brother of Every Nation.
I am from the empty darkness of my room.
I can do nothing but bask in its humidity.
I am from nothing but the Hum of Music.
The Tune of Music.
The Sound of Music.
I am from things unsaid.
I am those unsaid things.
I am from the beat of the drum,
And a dance that will always conversate with me.
I am from the Theater.
From the Backdrop to the Stage.
I am the dusted over glitter on the floor.
I am the glisten of the lights above me.
The Singer.
The Actor.
The Writer.
I am the truest version of myself.
And nothing will stop me.
© 2015 Kendra Bowman
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
I make myself
Hate myself
When I sit alone and think about Myself.
And despite the Confidence eluding from this Self
I still Spite thy Self.
I'd disown myself,
If it could rid me the Pain of Living with this Self.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
I took my life to forget your name.
Drowned in alcohol to wash away your kisses.
Drunk bleach to make your lies spotless.
I took my life to forget your name.
Hit this blunt because you take my breath away.
Lit my skin ablaze to erase your touch.
Slit my wrist to leak our connection.
I took my life to forget your name.
© 2014 Kendra Bowman
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
He had swallowed me whole.
Lips pressed together,
Wandering hands full of freedom,
He caressed me.
Blind fingertips
Sweet between these foreign sheets,
They roamed my hills and valleys.
They tingled like peppermint soap,
Though not to clean.
***** me,
Lied down of soft comforters,
Lied down like a princess,
Like a beast you defiled me.
And once there was Beauty.
©2014 Kendra Bowman
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
There is a scream inside me,
And its Angry.
And its Agonizing.
It is ever so Tantalizing.
There is a scream inside me.
There is a scream inside me.
And it's loud.
And it's deafening.
It just whistles through my emptiness,
Never filling.
Cause it's leaking through my bullet wounds.
Lord Jesus,
Help me.
There is a scream inside me.
There is a scream locked up inside me,
And somebody needs to hear it.
Take this scream out of me, Bwana.
Bwana, take this pain off of me.
This scream can stay no longer.
© 2014 Kendra Bowman
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
I no longer yearn for tenderness.
I only once yearned for it because I thought it was what was right.
Soft,
Gentle,
Love.
Sweet
Between
The Sheets.
With Patient Kisses.
And hands
that Do Not
Hunger.
But I need you to Ravish me...
Because when you ransack me it feels ravishing.
© 2014 Kendra Bowman
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
**** your heroes
Shoot em' down.
Shoot em' dead.
You'e only got one hero
That's You
Get it in your head.
© 2014 Kendra Bowman
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
The Sun.
She is Golden
Crying out to me as she dignifies the morning.
Blinding me.
Encasing me in her warm arms.
Comforting my wonders as I stare up into her pudgy round face.
Feeding my thought.
Her smooth touch across my cocoa colored skin,
It makes me just want to watch her,
And lie there forever.
As life happens,
And time passes by.
© 2014 Kendra Bowman
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 4:16 AM UTC
She is yellow.
Screaming happiness in my face as she glistens across my tear streaked cheek bones
She shrieks with laughter.
Filling our soul with the joy we continuously search for.
She taste like lemonade,
A sweet, sour sensation that pools upon my lips,
Swims in my mouth,
Swishing along my tongue.
Though she smells like fear.
And we all cower before her.
The sun is like a wild fire. You can not control her.
Still she engulfs us in warmth.
Glistening.
Holding fast onto our hearts
She knows we can not live without her.
© 2013 Kendra Bowman
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC