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Painted upon her empty canvas Used me to get her advances. I was lost she made me feel found She was distressed but I made her sound. We were going through the motions But I guess I’ll toss my love to the ocean: Ancestors, ancestors hear my plea Please send a woman who’ll love me.
Trapped in a bubble “protected.”My own fears are leaving me neglected.Why do these walls come up once the emotions come out?What am I afraid of?I’m alone.Not because there is no desire for my company.But because company can break my heart.Abandon me.Love me one day and ridicule me the next.I want love just as much as… Continue reading SAFETY NET
Clawed hands grasp at the ceiling. Why are the hands here? What does it mean? Death’s claws? I know what makes that image. I know there is a flower on the other end shining in the light. I know what created this image, so why all this fright? It was fear. I was told that… Continue reading Paradigm Shift
If I could give you something priceless for Christmas it would be to hold yourself the way you want a woman to hold you. And be good to yourself that way. To tell yourself all the things you want to hear from a woman. For those voices be your new voice. Your mom’s All the… Continue reading The Lost Man
Photo by Fillipe Gomes on Pexels.com Life is short but the journey to happiness seems never ending. You take ten steps forward just to take ten back. Starting back at zero, wondering if there is anywhere left for you to go. Should you start over again or let it be whatever it’s going to be? You say… Continue reading If You Left
Photo by Vladimir Palyanov on Unsplash The sound of your voice sends me into a rage. Days of seeing your face I wish I could erase. Being in your presence is about as uncomfortable as walking pass a group of men outside of the corner store. Everything you say makes my heart race but not… Continue reading Triggered
So he just left,like 15 mins ago.He has work blah blah blah… He comes in,uses thebathroom.Then walks to my room. From his coatto my lips.We get lifted.I needed not tofeel. He consumes me.Stop. Stop,stop. Kissing my neckwith a fist full of hair.My titties in the air. Two handfulsof me.On his lap, giantlegs wide open. The… Continue reading Talk That Talk
His love is unconditional. His love is deep. His love is red. Your love is younger for older. The darker the berry the sweeter the juice. The prettier the woman the easier to misuse . You are the buckle that holds my body into safety. Flexible with my movement but could snap my neck in… Continue reading His Love
I am black and that can never be b l a c k e d o u t. I know my skin and my voice is to be hated among many. But my lips and the way I move my hips as I dance to the Africa sun in my soul is to be bought… Continue reading Blacked Out
This one time in 2020… I had to tell my son about his chocolate skin in America… How his skin is so dark he might be mistaken for a monkey or a hoodlum. How his big natural curly afro can be offensive to some people with no melanin in their skin. How to keep his… Continue reading Little Brown Boy
