My Poetry
Positive and empowering poetry
PERFECT
You wanted the perfect woman
and never realized it couldn't be me
I live wrong
I laugh too loud.
I eat crackerjacks in bed,
Read comic books in the tub
And chat to passing squirrels.
It drove you crazy
that I talked in my sleep
But never to you
And that I cried when I dreamed
But didn't know why.
You wanted a wide-awake
Middle-of-the-day dream girl,
With gentle humor and a sedate laugh.
A Barbie on Valium, who never
Thought of sex before you,
And unlike me,
Never forgot your mother's name.
I'm not like that
I bruise
I breathe
And god forbid
but I do bleed
I will always remember you shushing me
Looking around like a convict and telling me
"Don't laugh so loud, people will hear."
As if at any moment the JOY POLICE
would come and take me away
Now you are gone
and living with some other poor girl,
Who won't be any more perfect then me.
But maybe she'll listen to your shit
And be afraid to laugh and live
Every time I think of you
I just laugh a little louder.
CROW BLACK SISTERS CHILD
Screaming at me,
Crow black sisters child
Takes to wing,
Singing, singing,
Soft sad songs.
Dark winged brother's sun,
I fly with you
Through sunset fire-gold clouds,
Wings wet with tears
Heart light with joy.
Sparrow red fathers child
Sleeping, dreaming
Bird child dreams,
Dreams of far horizons and lost toys.
Dove gray mothers daughter
Seeking freedom on the wind,
Are you my spirit?
Are you my hope?
Or are you my crow black, dark winged,
Sparrow red, dove gray soul
Fighting to be free.
A QUESTION
"The curve of your thigh "
he whispered
When I asked him why he stayed
"The touch of your skin against mine
when I wake and don't know where I am
for that broken half moment in the dark you are there
The feel of your body
so wide and full beside me as you sleep
The taste of you
and the way it changes
from place to place on your body
The soft sigh that escapes you
as I lift your hair to kiss the back of your nape
And the moan you cant suppress
when I lick the ample flesh behind your thigh
Or the way you cant hold still
when I touch the soft crease at the back of your knee
A there is that innocent way you look at me
as you do devilish things to me
I stay because there is so much of you to explore"
I am glad I asked
ONE OF THE GIRLS
I have never been just
One of the girls,
Faint and frail.
I was born as sturdy as the earth beneath my feet.
I throw punches like a boy
And words like weapons.
I'm never just sugar and spice,
Seldom everything nice,
I am masala,
Cardamom and ginger,
Cinnamon and cayenne,
Turmeric and thyme.
Spice to taste,
Hot to touch.
I don't giggle,
My laugh shakes my body,
Forces back my head
And opens my soul to the world.
I am not just one of the girls,
Afraid of things that goes bump in the night.
I am one with the snake around my neck
Dreams in one hand
And the future in the other.
WOMAN
I STAND TALL
(Too tall for a girl)
I CAN LOOK THE WORLD IN THE EYES
I HAVE BROAD HIPS
(Too broad for a girl)
THEY WHERE MADE TO SWAY
I HAVE THICK THIGHS
(Too thick for a girl)
I CAN STAND ANYTHING
I HAVE A BIG ASS
(Too big for a girl)
SOFTEST SEAT IN THE HOUSE
I HAVE A FAT BELLY
(Too fat for a girl)
GODDESSES ARE BORN FROM BELLIES LIKE THIS
I HAVE A SOFT LAP
(Too soft for a girl)
CARE TO REST YOUR HEAD?
I HAVE LARGE BREASTS
(Too large for a girl)
FULL OF HEART
I HAVE A LOT OF SPIRIT
(Too much for a girl)
WELL, I GUESS IT'S A GOOD THING I AM A WOMAN THEN
(And not a girl)
MAGIC
Magic is of your own making
If you don't believe in it
it doesn't exist
But have you ever met a witch
looked into her eyes and knew that this person had lived before
That she sees more than you can imagine
Have you ever met a girl who stared into your eyes and saw
your soul
Or do you even believe in magic?
Do you believe in things you can't explain
Or is everything planned?
would you know magic if it where to change your life
Or a witch if she were to mark you?
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