Next time, I want to be loved for all of me
Not just lashes and lips
No, not my ears and eyes that so seamlessly
breathe new meaning to life
No, no I want to be loved for the crusts of me
The thick and thin of me
(Baby there ain't no thin of me)
Just ripely thick honest sweetly raw delight.
Which is precisely how I want to be loved
Through thick and thin
Bring strength and nourishment,
Challenge both body and mind with thought and compassion
Night and day, day and night,
Light and dark,
Good and works in progress...
Will not be told "too much you ask for"
No, that jus means I too much Woman for you.
Get back at me when you can relate
I'm out.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
Not Woman, I die
If you don't see me I gone.
You don't feel me,
Between your arms
Between my legs.
You could never sing me
Your no woman, no cry.
Without tongue, without touch
How is a Woman to know she is wanted?
Without tongue, without touch
A Good Woman continues the dance
Enjoying the curves and crevices She possesses.
Without tongue but with cheek.
No Woman, no cry.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
Nah, just koz that is who SHE be
Does not mean SHE get to treat ME
However the **** SHE want
Nah, that's just not ME, Bee
I heard somewhere I was free, see
Not just YOU that gets to breathe ease-y
'Less pigment based privilege
Affords you your discourse...
Nah.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
I am, what I am,
You say what you say,
But I am what I am.
And I'll do what I do,
Koz I am, what I am
I will not be, no fool, for you.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
You tease me
I needs to free me
Koz you fear to be thee
Rejected, you don't know me
Distance kept completely
Unsure if I want a chance to show you what could be
I stepped aside
Koz you hurt deeply
Striving to heal
I released thee
Afraid I not enuf
And lose you harder
I chose to run
Too bad when it wasn't fully real
Never fully healed
Because I hid it from myself
Rejection too true to speak
Of course you wouldn't choose me
And I unarmed to watch you love another
That way I know you'd love your lover
I couldn't smell her on your smile
Become less and less significant to your other
And justly so.
I wouldn't watch
I chose to leave
I choose to be free
Won't have the energy to break away whole again
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
I must leave you to be whole again
And by leave, I mean lose you
For - you can't be the standard no other can raise to
And me left woke and untouched.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
The truth you tried to hide from me
Had to hear from my heart that cried to me
Neither of us thought I, good enuf
And my heart would not face, your face
To hear as much.
The truth I could not hide from you
Felt like I had lied to me
Not much less you
For far too many a sun rise.
That I could want any less than all of you
What other reason do I need to ask to be with you
Put simply, I crave the smell of you,
Or how painless life is when I'm with you?
And so I pour all that passion, cardimom and care for you and our union
Into the arms of another
Who will inevitably get crushed under the weight of such power and clutter.
To early seen unknown and known too late,
Was meant for no purpose but you.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
The Head is dead
Not much to be said.
We jump and wave,
Jump and wave.
The Head is dead
No tears be shed.
We jump and wave,
Jump and wave.
My only love disposed of by
your mindless hate.
Now.. If the Head be dead..
No mo' fear led.
We jump and wave,
Jump and wave.
Like when ****** dead
We rest easy in our beds,
Then jump and wave,
Jump and wave.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Because I don't have the time to be solely defined by colour or race.
Or my lack of religion or any such faith.
It's just not my problem: you choose to turn your hurt into hate
It's a universal solitary struggle my brutha - handle yours, it soon waste.
Koz I love my passion and my spice
And my language that breathes life,
Into me and that's who I is and will continue to grow into being.
If I get the time koz the man keeps tryin' to stop me at the sight of my race???!?!!
What an inane battle and human disgrace.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
What about me?
I nurture you.
So then... what about me?
The us we possess erodes without my touch
Pieces get lost,
Harder and harder to replace.
Is this for you?
It's not for me.
What's happening to us
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC