Delicacy

I dream of the moments
when I can let loose
on a naked
barren
piece of paper
such unlined
unruled nothingness
primed for adorning

And with a sigh of release
to a void suspired
for my musings
the euphoric flood comes
as quick and dynamic as a sneeze
as comforting and easing as stretched limbs
as rampant and wild as carnivorous beasts
and the reeling chaos becomes
art

I yearn for the moments
when I can let loose
my ramblings
melodic musings
delicious dalliances
the crafted chaos
calmed as it is written
on a once naked
barren
piece of
paper

Treat

Queen Me

King me
and let me pretend that the
little gesture
gives me the power
a man can’t even
afford to have

Knight me
and let me pretend that the
little gesture
gives me the honor
a man’s can’t even
afford to lose

Man up and face
the reality of a world that
sees the meekness
juxtaposed with
the ethereal strength of a woman
feared in her element
feared in her radiance
struggling in a world that sees
her eloquence and elegance
as social disobedience

Queen her
for she was
born to rule words
and worlds
and men
she was born to speak
knowledge
and strength into
the kings and knights
without power
without honor

Queen me
and let me pretend that the
grand gesture gives you
the power
and honor
to never forget the
worth of
a queen again.

Disobey

Finally

The words
once held hostage
in the private tomes of my soul
finally break free
I am at peace with the world
and the world is at war
with me
Battle bound
unprepared, but fierce
I listen to the cries
and fall prey to
their criticism
and praise
Words escape me
and find solace in the ears,
the mind, and the hearts
of strangers unaware
of the torture endured
as my soul uncontrollably
strips bare
I fret with each
syllable of each
word as the unpaintable
picture of what
I say
and what I think
becomes a personal masterpiece
and I find peace
finally
for one silent moment
before I capture
the restless and reckless words
and gently bind them
in my soul
again

Final

World on Shoulders, Rest

This
Overwhelming world,
is temporary
but still I feel
restless in the darkness
weighed down by my threadbare skin.
Wanting to be innocent,
stripping free of my burdens
laying them down by the river’s side.
Naked soul enters the pool.
Free me from my worries and fears.
Take me away
from this depraved world.
Frail,
pretending
nothing’s there.
Weighed down with
this temporary hopelessness,
this numbing hopelessness,
I sink to the bottom.
The river’s jagged bed
seizes me,
too weak to fight it,
to stop it from becoming my bed.
Looking up from below,
Moonlight dances on the surface.
Wanting to become buoyant,
to break the surface.
A hand reaches below,
the wonderful radiance!
Lifting me,
cleansing the soiled skin.
Debris,
grit from years of
worries washing away.
I am restored,
made anew,
improved by His Grace.
Wanting to bow in thanks
say a prayer, a blessing
But He smiles
and says, “Child, you are
loved by Me
unconditionally.”
Under His care, I rest.
Peacefully dreaming,
His warm embrace keeps me,
King of eternal peace,
protecting me long after
my fears become moonlight milk pale
wisps fading in
His glory.

Temporary

Better Days

Better days
Good ol’ days
We’re always looking back.
Top down cruisin’
Afro blowin’
Isleys on the 8 track.

Bell bottom swayin’
Platforms clackin’
Awareness on the rise.
Outspoken leaders
Radical rebels
Not afraid to show our pride.

Better days
Good ol’ days
We’re always looking back.
Racists brothers
Fatherless mothers
And the gov’s dealin’ crack.

Faster money
Gangsta dreams
Poverty’s on the rise.
Ignorant leaders
Are glory seekers
Not afraid to run and hide.

Better days
Good ol’ days
We’re always looking back.
Today’s problems
Are tomorrow’s crises
But we’re stuck looking back.

Better

Black Matter (No Absolution of Light)

You see the dark
and expect darkness
believing the black
is the pure absence of light
My heart breaks in your darkness
my brothers
and my sisters
fading in your light

I am the dark
and accept my darkness
knowing the black
is complete absorption of light
My heart aches in my darkness
oppressed in presence
false absolution that fails redemption

In your absence
you see nothing but sacrificial lamb-
ency
my glow is more radiant than your
expiring sun
too much light, unjust judge
kills
nothing lives
yet, darkness keeps unknown balance
a regal matter of
great importance
black grace is distinctly mindful,
black love is distinctly spiritual
black matter occupying space even at rest

I see the darkness
and embrace the dark
understanding that light
only exists because
of me

Here and Now

Black Girl Magic

And then he told me that he did not see me as black
but as a beautiful woman
and that race didn’t matter.
The last time that he ever spoke.
Because what I said was…
Just because you find
yourself
saying that all these random
colors are a part of the rainbow,
you don’t even notice that black and white
are not
there.
A universal joke played in mankind
trying to pretend he’s a part of something
because he’s too afraid not to be what he really
is.
And then beautiful!
As if I could be otherwise
born from the earth as I am.
Be me sweet
like golden honey, Ambrosia
and strong
like black fertile soil, Mother Earth
my race does matter
feel free to believe that
the range of my heritage will not
be removed from this earth of from my spirit,
a heritage from the cradle of man
and to which all men shall return.
Acknowledge it
then understand that I can transcend it
if I wanted to
but why deny the beauty
richness
power of my melanin pride?
Accept me for the black woman
the black passion
the black essence
that I represent.
Because my race matters
and I proudly flaunt
the black beauty of it.

Zing!

Here and Now

Bitter

Flowing Like Milk and Honey

Desire tastes bitter
craving what isn’t needed. Still,
I relish the taste.

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Delicacy

I’ve been the apricot
pit
in a box of peaches
and the only honey
in the comb
but I’ve never
been the apple of your
eye

I’ve been the crop’s
cream
the butter on your
bread
and spilled the milk
that made you cry.

Love is a delicacy
and we aren’t on
the menu
or the chef’s mind
because I am insatiable and I
can always have a bite.

But what becomes of
this
shall remain in the compost
and we won’t remember
our appetites in the morning
because we are so
full at night.

ideas

i love ideas
they just hide
from me
taunting me
peeking demurely at me
from behind
the windows
the curtains
and the doors of my
psyche
glancing around
the corners
of my mind’s walls
i wish i could just
GET THEM OUT
shine a light
illuminating
a path
i there was a lighthouse
on the coast if my consciousness
maybe it could
guide my ideas
guide my thoughts
guide them here
thought
and ideas
to this paper
maybe

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