My Life Be Like, poetry

Ending

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.

My Life Be Like, poetry

SAFETY NET

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

My Life Be Like, poetry

The Lost Man

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

My Life Be Like, poetry

If You Left

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

My Life Be Like, poetry

Triggered

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

My Life Be Like, poetry

His Love

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

My Life Be Like, poetry

Little Brown Boy

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

My Life Be Like, poetry

The America I See

Riding along on my way Trying to have my best day Look back in my rear view mirror and what do I see Two police officers behind me My mood changes from happy to fear My stomach is in knots as I begin to think About all the things that could happen I just want… Continue reading The America I See