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Poem: “Don’t boogie down”

I don’t want to go low.

So low that I reach your level.

So low that I lose myself.

I don’t want to boogie down your way.

Or, hear what you have to say now.

Now

Now

Now that the dust has settled,

I’m so glad I didn’t boogie down your way.

 

 

Penned July 4, 2015
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Poem: “Bffs? I think not!!”

Who is this…?
Riding my coat tail
Won’t leave me alone
Must want me insane
Don’t speak my name

What is this…?
Bringing me to my knees
Pain all over me
Even hurts to breathe
I need a reprieve

Why is this…?
My lot in life
Over run with strife
Just can’t get right
All the fuss I fight

How did this…?
Come to be
That STRESS is here
Perturbing me
Hanging around….

But, it’s NO Bff to me!

Penned June 17, 2016
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Poem: “I want a Lover” 

I want a lover that never forgets that we could’ve made other choices but chose to be together.
…a lover that feels crazy blessed to be with me and have my attention.
…a lover who’s willing to go deeper, higher, farther just to make me smile.
…a lover that’s willing to get uncomfortable, to go past “just me” seeking to edify “we.”
…a lover who makes me feel like a giddy school girl and a mature woman all at the same time.
…a lover that makes me smile even through the toughest of circumstances and darkest of days.
…a lover who calms my fears and eases my pain.
…a lover that’s proud and privileged about sharing in each other’s gains.
…a lover that’s fierce and gentle, hype and calm, energetic and peaceful, tender and strong.
…a lover in whom I find tremendous joy, honesty, loyalty, protection, security.
…a lover that uplifts and lays me down to sleep.
…a lover who doesn’t mind “doing nothing” and just being in my presence.

I want a lover to whom I can reciprocate all these things and more. Most of all,  I want to BE this type of lover.

 

Penned August 14, 2015
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Poem: “Where Am I Now?”

Vulnerable
At risk of rejection
Dared to try
Love again

Enjoyed the journey
Somehow it swerved
A sudden demotion
Abject emotion

On the brink of pain
Almost ashamed
Some patterns the same
Each holding blame

Damn heart of mine
This is going to hurt
No speeding through pain
Only slow and steady works

Self-exploration
Required rejuvenation
Many lessons inherent
Return to the sacred

What was loved is lost
And I remain
Mindful
Thoughtful
Hopeful
To love and be loved again

Penned June 16 2016
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Poem: “Strong Black Woman: Love-Hate Relationship”

Strong Black Woman.

I both loathe and love her.

On one hand, I want to debunk myths and extol the beauty of her vulnerability.

On the other, I want to summons her energy, power, strength, and virtue when I am weak and afraid.

What, then, can I say?

The real goal is balance.

BALANCE…

of masculinity and femininity.

of self-care and other-care.

of independence and interdependence.

And many more dichotomies.

Above all, I would rather others see in me the qualities indicative of a Balanced Black Woman.

(Penned July 1, 2015)