Ive held a sun and the earth in my womb
Carried the stars and delivered them safely
Yet from cradle to tomb
It is not the good I do
provisions made
food on the plate
Making a way
Out of no way
Holding it down
Sticking around
Being present
Forsaking the benefits
For doubt, failure and shame
I swallow the blame
Hold on to my pain
Let my tears flood the pillowcase
Only to awake
And do it again
Much is required.
What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?
As the sun peeks over the horizon
I open my eyes and think of you
I turn to see you sleeping
Chestnut lids covering dark brown eyes
That look in to mine with passion ablaze
Surely I dreamt of you while sleeping by your side
Hands clasped between our thighs.
I pass the day with sweet nothings and forget me nots
Forging my own path with joy and liberty
And as I lay down to sleep late in the midnight hour
My head on your chest finds rest
Feels so blessed to know you when I rise.
How do you express your gratitude?
I am so glad to have reached your shores
Somehow I have found this blessing
Bountiful, joyful and plenty,
Slowly unearthing a soul
Free and clean
Just as I am
Not now I should have been
A soft place to land
Queens in a kings seat with equal authority
To that of a man, a swarming army
Not here to paint a fiction
relatively justifying any particular picture
No lie to sell about godhood and patriarchy
a unwilling participant in a capitalistic system
Excuse me sir
Can I have a room please?
One with enough space
to try all that I’m carrying
And maybe you too, since you know it all
With all this time – just once – wouldn’t spoil it all
Show me what you know, just tell me where
I won’t hesitate when you tell me to put it there
And how about this?
How does it look?
What does it make you feel?
Do I have you shook?
Would you do this?
If I called would you come?
To my fitting room
Let’s see what this becomes.
What was the last live performance you saw?
Saw some talented poets at poetry slam where I read my poem, mr. unavailable:
excellent service mr. unavailable
emotionally, spiritual and intellectual.
-ly lacking and siphoning
my energy,
with drops of love
so i decided to fill my cup.
and although I’m ever so grateful
this is the year of the faithful.
those who recognize and give their due.
treasure a treasure and not play the fool.
consolation lies in reciprocating,
yet a well run dry leaves one only waiting.
for that which will never come.
can’t call myself dumb.
i believed your every word,
and that which was left unspoken.
you healed the places that were broken,
filled the spaces gone unnoticed.
here there is no blame, only acknowledgement
teachquelle 