Poet B Lee

Poet B Lee May 2010

I just want someone to love me
Someone to want me too
I want someone to make it easy for me to transition
The way she make it easy for you
Never thought that how we came to be could be our end too
I just want someone to want me
To want me like she want you
I am a Woman; and made in the image of the Highest Creator
And I never thought that I would have to say this now
Not ever—forget later
But I just want you to know that this is a favor
Because, I just want someone
Someone to love me
To want me
Like she want you; like the way she do
I been here for 365 shy of one decade
And here you come while I am building, you bring this emotional craze
All because I am defending what’s supposed to be my own
Couldn’t man up to be real with me, and you let my concerns for over a year swell and moan
I could have found someone that wanted to take me home
Not just for the night, but home to his Mom’s
But I been waiting, patient
Waitin…. Waitin on you
While you been auditionin’ the next prospect for you
All this time wanting it to be just Us—Us Two
But there you were, looking for something else to do
Hoping to find someone else to *****
Your lies many-plenty while words of truth were few
Maybe I should have been preparing a place to show my face and get out of the race I been in with you—and her by design…
I am too old for this ******* and the ease of your lyin’
Im tired of crying, and Im tired of living and giving to you
I have lost so much of myself trying to be more for you and make it through
And now I am just sitting here…
With this ache in my heart;
some people say I need to do it over, but I don’t know where to start
Because once you love someone else more than yourself
Trying to heal that wound is the hardest part
And ****, I never thought—I never thought I would actually call you one of them
But you did little to distance yourself from your trifling kin
And I will try to smile all the while and believe all your supposed-to-be truths
Trying to turn the leaf over, and start once again new
I just don’t know if there is something else I am supposed to do
Maybe I fell too far, maybe past In Love with you
I just want someone
I want someone
To love me
Love Me
Like, Really LOVE me
The way… you used to do…
But maybe that is past; maybe that’s because you are no longer in Love with Me
Because I can’t love you…. Love you the way…
She do.

Poet B Lee Apr 2010

Breakfast in Bed

don't open your eyes
don't let it dissolve
smell the baking bread, bacon and eggs
feel the ache in your center from when he broke you off...

roll over in the covers
savor the scent of manliness mixed with cologne
open your eyes, breathe deep and smell nothing
let it all fade away cuz you're alone...

Poet B Lee Apr 2010

Scattered

running, while hoping
dragging, and waiting
merely existing, then sitting

I am undone.

Optimistic sunlight
Pessimistic night silence
I question my purpose
because...
I am a scattered thought
Only really living in scattered and sporadic moments

thriving through a fifteen minute window
a window in the afternoon
when the rays hit me right
For I am not scattered then--
in those moments...

I just Am.

Poet B Lee Apr 2010

Want a Piece?

do you want a piece of me
are you ready for its delight
can you stand its frost bitten mornings
and stay for heat filled, pleasurable nights?

do you want a piece of me
will you take me with open arms
or will you turn your back to me
and allow my heart to come to harm?

Poet B Lee Apr 2010

I AM *Queen*

This is past due like the rent paid on the thirteenth
Late better than never-- and I got this here forever
Flow like rain during any kinda weather
Keep this here close to my heart
And when the block comes, I don’t know where to start
Beat-beat Thump-thump
I'll just let the words flow from my heart
But you ain’t feelin me’-- You ain’t hearin’ Queen
So I got to bring you back to the forefront with my so⋅lil⋅o⋅quy
I remind you of all the things that had you fearin’ me
This Army of One, brighter than that star He created we call Sun
Under its blaze, us two can become one
(lets make our Son under His)
While I lay with fragmented words.... spoken
Promises I made to myself remain unbroken
And my gift is as natural as the slender ducts of my abdomen called fallopian
I am Woman
The prototype made perfect and pure
Whose prose is as tight as my kegels allow my femininity to be
Wrath your ******* may not be able to endure
Thought you knew a good Woman and tight ***** make you surrender on your knees
And dream dreams about your seed taking root in this royal vessel
I am Mother Earth
And this is my Gift—my Gyft
I am Myself and such a present I present to thee
For I AM Queen Poetree
So when I seem silent
When you think you hear nothing but your heart beat
Nothing but the cool air enraptured in the breeze
I am the Life that flows from you
I am the Wind rustling the trees leaves
I am the fragrance left in the air you interpret as another
I am the overwhelming sensation made between two lovers under duvet covers
I am the softness of lips and the sensation made by the flick of a passionate tongue
I am that empty space you try to fill with another one
So when you think you hear nothing
When you think you’re all alone
I am every word, every adlib of your favorite song
Every stroke every morning when you brush your hair
I am your deep breath because, baby, I am your air
I am everything pleasurable—every pleasure experienced since your creation
And it all stems from the balance of my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation
I am everything virtuous
I am the eye of the storm
I am your hope, your future
I am the pages of your favorite novel whose cover is worn
I am air, I am sky
I am the clouds, and the Sun’s heat
But most importantly, to my core
I am Queen Poetess B…

Poet B Lee Apr 2010

Effervescent

Just a whats rumblin' through my mind
I now have the space and the time to reclaim whats mine
I don't worry about those who don't know me
If you are an iron to sharpen the mind--then show me
Otherwise you just missing out on what is divine about my being
Its my life that I am livin', and oh the things I am seeing
Got me happy that I can share the way I live
and when I got it, you know to a friend I will give...
Give me a token from your mind, and call yourself a true comrade
But your affection is as explosive as the bombs were over Baghdad
Your ill reprieve is your number one ingredient
So I wrote that *** off-- to the Queen you fail to be obedient
Therefore there is no use for the waste that is You in my presence
Unless you can cherish my essence-- mind, body and soul so effervescent
I hope my words ***** your spirit, because you know your *** is fake
But its all good-- sit that *** on the curb-- stop trying to perpetrate...
I regulate the things that come and go out of my life
They don't know who I be--I don't lose no sleep at night
I got my life on the path I chose, and love those that have been able to stand by
So now I will share with them a piece of my Life pie
Goodbye to all that ******* of the past, I am blessed with no stress
And my legion of Angels protect me while keeping me at my best
No contest
Can't see me even if you had the light of His Holy Spirit
Dem cyant get close to the Queen I am, and so they fear it
But they hear it
Beating in the pulse, inhaling my energy is in the air
You could never replicate who I Am-- not even if you cloned my DNA from my hair
Effervescently vivacious
Yeah-- I am all the way live
And when I see you on the street-- best believe I'll walk on by
I bump up the volume as I dance to my life track
Peace to all you haters, losers and fakers
Because this Queen ain't lookin' back...

Poet B Lee Apr 2010

Honestly, Woman?!

It’s natural and yet I am told I think too much about it
Is it my weakness that my thoughts are drawn so to the ******?
Is it a sin that when I reflect on the fire ignited between our skins
my hips’ response is immediately so hypnotic
I tried to wash this burn from my body like a constipate would take a colonic
But I have resigned there’s not much that I can do about it
**** logic
I’ve already studied the ****** in your hips-- finding its reciprocal is my latest project
And will never forget to kick you down some Real Knowledge
Forever your Queen therefore my virtue remains solid
There is not another who dare lay finger pon it
Resigned to keep the reflection of my dejection so flawless
The dances done alone with two digits are so harmless
This used to subdue the need there always, regardless
But no one listens to a Woman, just trying to be Honest

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