i wake up and wonder
could i have done better
than this person who sleeps
so peacefully
next to me
or the onewho
i have shared with
my entire existence
and committed my life to
no
i wonder
i wonder
wondering
is it you who regrets
giving your love to me
is it you who wakes up
hoping
wishing
i leave you
so that maybe
you don’t have to
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
gazing at this man
i notice
behind his eyes
you can see
the way he loves is almost like wind and rain.
it is soft and gentle,
pure and fearless,
passionate but innocent.
as he looks up
gaze meeting mine
i hope
his wind and rain
longs for my earth and fire.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
Preacher, don't send me
when I die
to some big ghetto
in the sky
where rats eat cats
of the leopard type
and Sunday brunch
is grits and tripe.
I've known those rats
I've seen them ****
and grits I've had
would make a hill,
or maybe a mountain,
so what I need
from you on Sunday
is a different creed.
Preacher, please don't
promise me
streets of gold
and milk for free.
I stopped all milk
at four years old
and once I'm dead
I won't need gold.
I'd call a place
pure paradise
where families are loyal
and strangers are nice,
where the music is jazz
and the season is fall.
Promise me that
or nothing at all.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my *******
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC
They have spent their
content of simpering,
holding their lips this
and that way, winding
the lines between
their brows. Old folks
allow their bellies to jiggle like slow
tamborines.
The hollers
rise up and spill
over any way they want.
When old folks laugh, they free the world.
They turn slowly, slyly knowing
the best and the worst
of remembering.
Saliva glistens in
the corners of their mouths,
their heads wobble
on brittle necks, but
their laps
are filled with memories.
When old folks laugh, they consider the promise
of dear painless death, and generously
forgive life for happening
to them.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 5:25 PM UTC
Hot chocolate no longer tastes like chocolate
Tea gets me as drunk as wine
I get about as high on cannabis as I would rosemerry or thyme
The clocks in my house have stopped ticking
Though I never stop to check
There's a litter of stray kittens, outside my door, on the front step
Although time has stopped passing
And the gods have fallen asleep
I still find myself laughing
That I've wept to much to weep
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 5:14 PM UTC
your shoes.
the laces frayed and tangled.
just like me.
your shoes.
pure white fades to something *****
just like me.
your shoes.
missing a forgotten sole.
just like me.
your shoes.
cheap leather peeling more and more every time it is used.
just like me.
your shoes.
are just like me.
you love those shoes.
you love me.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC
the first time he told her he couldn’t love her she asked
what did i do wrong?
the first time he told her he would never love her she asked
why am i not enough?
-part 2
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC
the first time she told him she loved him he asked
how
she looked him in the eyes and said
how could i not
-part 1
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
i remember crying
asking him to stop
as he held me down
face in a pillow
some people call this
doggy style
probably because
they know
men are dogs
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC