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May 2016 · 601
My Wants
Quisha May 2016
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 2016 · 1.7k
No Woman, no cry
Quisha May 2016
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.
Apr 2016 · 776
Quisha Apr 2016
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...
Apr 2016 · 804
What I am
Quisha Apr 2016
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 2016 · 670
Too true
Quisha Apr 2016
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 2016 · 378
Move from me
Quisha Apr 2016
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 2016 · 537
The Purge
Quisha Apr 2016
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.
Feb 2016 · 924
Sweet relief
Quisha Feb 2016
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.
Quisha Jan 2015
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 2015 · 376
It takes two
Quisha Jan 2015
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
Sep 2014 · 834
Treat yourself
Quisha Sep 2014
Forgive; but learn the lesson taught
Sep 2014 · 786
Life heals
Quisha Sep 2014
Not a modern woman just a survival of the fittest thing
Still a work in progress but I try to heal what I did not create.

One way or another.

Yes, my acquiescence is salty,
It helps the rootlets grow.

For you,
With you,
By you.

Thank you
Jun 2014 · 697
Quisha Jun 2014
I must try and write today,
But there's nothing left.
I miss you
I crave you
I resent you, for
Being everything you're not.
Jun 2014 · 393
Friendly Reminder
Quisha Jun 2014
I had forgotten what that was like,
Thanks for the reminder.              To be ignored
                                              x          When all my want prefers you.
                                                          Th­is time no piece of me is left behind
                                                          ­No trace of me gets left behind
                                                          My love is too unequivocal to be          
                                                          thrown­ on my face
Jun 2014 · 487
Quisha Jun 2014
That morning knock brings an alternate release
The whispered promise of closure on my neck.
The only part left wet is cheek.
My words lost on you,
Because I'll hide those left loose from you,
Behind that easy smile I've reserved,
If I happen to step in the pile we both left on my doorstep.
Lesson: date out of your postcode...
Jun 2014 · 2.3k
iPhone Problems
Quisha Jun 2014
I hate you having my voice laced on your iPhone.
Me being me,
Because despite all of you
I'm simply me.
On your iPhone...
Until I'm not.
Tying up loose ends, forced to leave a voicemail.
Jun 2014 · 705
Quisha Jun 2014
Mind heals faster than body,
So all's well soon.
Reluctant to be let of the hook so quick
It’s bad when it feels good
When the flow just goes.
I hope he knows it too
Cessation breaks one cycle
Leaving him holding his.
Jun 2014 · 351
Stay True
Quisha Jun 2014
You’re my Something In The Way,
I see myself seeing you,
But I don’t.
Yet if I say yes to another,
The honesty clawing out, is,
That you exist,
(you really don’t.)

Unspoken truth.
Jun 2014 · 520
Press Play
Quisha Jun 2014
A weird moment
Where you exist over there,
And I forget before I remember.
But hopefully it will pass,
If I choose your words: It will pass.
Jun 2014 · 345
What It Is
Quisha Jun 2014
How soon the body forgets
The jazz on mute of it all.
But a memory is just a memory,
Skin melts to touch.

Your rudimentary routine,
That security blanket
Thick between us.
I’ve no intention of replacing or removing
… Air out, perhaps…
Fold neatly back in place…
Infrequently always.

Solely yours to burn or to embrace.
And only mine to kiss my teeth at.
Jun 2014 · 685
The Otherside
Quisha Jun 2014
"Saw you walk past the pub last week. Hope you’re good."

I saw you too and I got good
But it took a minute.

If I sound nonchalant,
It’s because you wanted me to be.
If I fall silent,
It’s because I gotta be fair to me too.
You can up and leave
( I guess you already knew that)
But I remain.
So I don’t know what else to say…
To you…
Jun 2014 · 1.0k
Peace and Quiet
Quisha Jun 2014
Why is it that I only feel whole again
Once I’m alone again?
Silence means I light up
and rummage through my thoughts.
Expand my mind
and ya know I like a lickle two step!
And finally enjoy what everyone else gets to.

Jun 2014 · 779
Rejection speaks
Quisha Jun 2014
Words are deceiving,
My having dem does not negate my feeling dem.
To find em and feel em, den breathe life into dem
Takes courage, Suh

So why bwoy you na link me na more?

It wasn’t easy for me to ask you to let me know when you’re out
You laughed and drew me a diagram of the particular ways you wanted in.
My words were not foreplay Stranger.
I reinforced the sentiment - for your future reference and got back to work.

So, how did I end up here?
Feelings weren’t caught
But respect was lost
So the only words I have left for you are:
“Whiskey, straight up - no twist.”
Jun 2014 · 492
I couldn't help myself
Quisha Jun 2014
I caught myself looking in and I saw you.
Because I failed to astound you,
I tip to sad.

And these others wait in… hope?
But what hope is there for me?
When I’m more afraid than before
That I’m simply too much for the few yous I desire.
Ahh, these waste man infested waters
And plain. old. *******.
And this, this face it’s just, just flesh
And some bones.
They don’t see I am what lies beneath
Too feminist (I’d call it liberal myself), too masculine, too feminine, too rough, too rational,
too creative, too fair (never too kind).
Too honest!
Too weird.
Too unique.
Too, too black
For any one man to ever hold hands with.
Jun 2014 · 647
No Apology Necessary
Quisha Jun 2014
I’m good with nothing,
That’s why I have options.
Do I need to convey that to you Stranger?
Is there a point?
Koz all I really wanted was to turn off the lights
And for now make everything seem alright
But you don’t have the drive.

Ya know, I like me
And I was excited to show you some of my favourite pieces
But you can’t won’t don’t see me
And purely logical understanding does not naturally lead me to all irie.

My preference is you Stranger
Because what you presented was honest
( and not without its beauty)
But your absences make me forgetful
Especially when an eX can mark that spot just as well.

Your existence is rapidly mythical
And so what was once just a notion
Becomes more of an inevitability.

No apologies necessary
Jun 2014 · 463
For Your Consideration
Quisha Jun 2014
I question your interest, after a week
My horizons broaden, after a while
Stop me if you’ve heard this before?

Exactly how honest am I expected to be?
Because I wouldn’t mind keeping some for myself
I’m not on this.
It doesn’t feel, well… Like anything.
And what good is that?

I can’t…
If a man…
I’m sorry.

I’ve kinda said it before but I’ll say it again
I can’t,
If a man shows so little interest in me
No hard feelings.
Jun 2014 · 3.0k
Ladbroke Grove Calling
Quisha Jun 2014
Housing waning
Where do you expect me to go?
Stop selling me Harrow
(Not even if you talking Road).
Imma Grove gyal…!

I got my vibe spots and chill spots, my food stalls and book haunts.
We - SJC are not just a Safer Neighbours blight
Given half the obstacles - gentle gentry
maybe more of us would be standing free

I’ll take myself outta Grove when I’mmmm ready.
RBKC done turned up that pressure though.
Knocking down to wipe out
The enriching colour and spice that grew out of adversity
Permission to “celebrate” over the August bank holiday,
No amount of stop and searches g’on make me forget.
We belong here too.

So get to know and stop putting up my rent.
Jun 2014 · 982
Just Sunday
Quisha Jun 2014
The crucifix inked on my neck burns me
A reminder of the ***** that stunted me.
Free will denied when imposed too young
The deception felt a lot like grief.

If I put a gun to His head
Maybe new meaning can be brought,
To a stain no amount of unlearning can excuse.

- don’t worry
Jesus isn’t dead, he’s ridin’ a unicorn to Narnia


— The End —