silence

when i was born
my heart called out for love
of a certain kind
and it continued to call and call
for some time

and when it stopped
the echo surged out
through the mountains and valleys
of souls and lifetimes
the sound itself searching through the eternity of me

and now here i am
straining to hear the last faint whispers
of myself
singing for that love
wondering if perhaps its just a memory

soon there will be silence

dentada

she's sweet
but she has teeth

you can buzz 'round
just don't touch down

if she entraps you
you'll be enraptured

until a million tiny tempting scenes
and sweet pink pussy fantasies
dissolve into a past-life dream

without so much
as 'dust to dust'

prize peaches

we sit with our legs open
to give our flowers some sun
let them bloom
and give you a whiff of sweetness
inspire you to climb higher
see for yourself why we're worth it
and what life is like
at the top

cuz we ain't no low hangin fruit

these is
prize peaches
growing wild and free
in funny shapes and rich colors
soft, fuzzy and wet through the skin
heavy with nectar
sweet syrup entrances
natural high from huffin that fragrance
takes you on a vision quest
and you'll come back
a man

if you can reach us

you can reach us
just climb

"climb baby"
whispers in the branches

just climb

Dear God/dess I Luh Dese Wiminz! (Janelle Monae feat Erykah Badu: QUEEN)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEddixS-UoU

These are my people. The Wild Women. The Rebels. The QUEENS.

a truth told and ignored is not a secret or a lie. or a phase.

he loves me
and still, he says things like
"you got on a lot of colors today!"
"what is this your rebel phase?"
"you just wanna do whatever you wa..."

"I JUST WANNA DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANNA DO."
I said before he could finish.
I meant it.
might have come out snappy
but I said it with a smile
because I love him.

even if he don't understand

(that it's not a phase)

The Promise

I wonder if it hurts the trees
to have to let go of their leaves
to be laid bare by biting winds
to be made ugly by winter

Are they ashamed
of scarred and peeling bark
of gnarled branches
of the fact that the birds have abandoned them
for full, lush Southerners

I wonder if they fear
the wretchedness of winter
even as spring bestows life once again
and beauty its favor

I wonder if they wince in budding
not from the pain of new birth
but from dreading
the promise of winter winds

dnr

put me to sleep
make me invisible
send me into the mists

if you love me you will

let me go
let me be lifted up to a place
where i really exist

beyond the veil

you may see shadows of who i used to be
but who i used to be was only a shadow
of the real me

the love was real

it's just that
she wasn't