Tis ironic yes?
These people with all the loot in their pockets
Spend thousands of dollars on new
Pearly white enamels....

Yet its the poor tribesman
In a faraway country
With no teeth....

That hast the most beautiful of smiles..

I just wanted to be the only star in your galaxy
but I was too bright
blinding you with light that you could not see.

I just wanted to be the sun in your gloomy sky
too high with my expectations
you were not man enough to be that guy.

I am a beautiful rainbow,
you my foe are nothing more than the devil beating his wife
to hell with you a$$hole and your life!

how long must I love thyself?
doing the work of someone else?

how long must I clean up
and smell good---extreme measures
for nobodies pleasure.

how long must I take selfies
and compliment my own beauty
this is not my duty!

how long must I be a pretty sad girl
alone in this lovers world?

what am I doing wrong?
h          o      w                                                 l            o            n              g?

January’s woman melts the snow.
February’s woman is good to go
March she blows like the wind
Aprils woman is sad then warmingly glad
May the shackles are off
June in bed till noon
July love on the beach
August same woman, roll on september
September’s woman is petite and coy
October is comfort and joy
November’s woman is fireworks, this is the one
December’s woman is ice cold, she’s just found out what  i've being doing for the last eleven months and wants a divorce.

Your silence climbs like vines,
I hardly notice it binds,
Past my grounded thighs,
Twisting all up my spine,
My heart's furnace, it shall find,
And attempt to smother it alive.
I know we're on year nine,
And you've always been on my mind,
But now there comes a time -
That the Sunshine, I just can't find,
Your contempt for me is all that you remind,
The only time you direct your energy towards mine.

I can stand tall on my own.

Through Winter, I did not wither,
From my keeper, no compassionate water delivered -
The blood from within my veins of river,
From my own flourishings, is where I beat the shiver.
Let it be known:
Nourishment & Encouragement
Is what you couldn't give her.
What she found instead:
Her inner self is her giver.

I wanted to forget
But now I can't even
Remember.