Ode To Cologne

Luscious
The way that Givenchy
Hugs that curve within your neck
A single thought of you
Creates rivers
I lower my head
To compose the swimming
Debauchery that has formed
When envisioning our
Bodies behind smokescreens
I never forgot you
And I will always love
The exact pressure
You apply to my hips
And within my world
You will always exist
Among the silk stockings
And ruby red stilettos
That scent drives me so crazy
My baby
I need your heat, your sweat
That tingle from your teeth
I try to look into your eyes
They send me too far away
Beyond pillows and sheets
And into manifest destiny
You blow against my ear
To set me a sail into Aphrodite’s paradise
Adorned with the covers of lovers
That must smell of Kenneth Cole or Marc Jacobs
I’m sorry darling
I must turn my head
I am just not ready for the impact
Of this love and this love making
The room is quiet
But our shortened breaths
Create gaps in a lifetime
You whisper against my ear
I nod and the world gets hectic
For a few seconds
And as my nail prints begin to dissipate
We again can breathe normally
Lay my head
Within the curve of your neck
And let my head swarm
Envy? No…Dreamer Yes
And then your scent
Is covered by the heat and sweat
The romance is gone
Or perhaps never resided
Once again I see you
Beyond the haze of
Maniacal passion
Once again I can look into your eyes…
And I do
For a timeless second.

Desperate Little Girl

He was so beautiful to me
The skin of an African warrior
The body of a black linx
The presence of Julius Caesar
And I like my African heritage pre-told
Became his Cleopatra
His majestic moronic prize
Venomous to my soul
He led me down a Robert Frost two way trail
And I tripped upon all the footprints
He hugged me then pushed me
Kissed me then beat me
And All the while he was the conquering hero.
“Hail Caesar, we who are about to die, salute you!”
And once my legs were open
And my heart just as equally.
He pulled away the riches of Egypt
To Leave me in abandonment against the
Walls of Eden
And Still today
If my bow legged silky black linx
Rubbed gently against my legs
I would put my head in between his jaws.
Because I got used to the Sphinx and the pyramids.

DO IT

Do It
Ive got no where to go
And from what you think the wounds wont show
So do your worse
So you can see
Everything you do takes no place with me
Ive got concrete
running through my bones
I wont be undone
By no Love Jones
So Do It
So you can feel
My heart's reinforced steel
Theres no such thing as love's sting in my house
So before you pick your weapons and start running about
Understand that your plan
cant stand in the sand that I lay about mine
Please dont waste your time.
Like bees to lions
Like flowers to bees
Go on sweetie and do what you please
Cuz I know what I do
And I know you too.
And I can tell you this now.
Shit don't fly in my house.

Untitled

I speak truth because I rarely see it.
I am a lady because so few can be it.
I leave the drama to the crooks and thieves.
I leave the gossip and the plots and schemes.
I walk alone because so few can join me.
Define myself because they think its corny.
I cry my tears to meet my destiny.
Not to validate your thoughts of me.
I shake my head because they think its easy.
They do and then they sho don't wanna be me.
And so I turn my head to the side.
press on my pedal and enjoy the ride.
You see the moral of the story's simple.
The world wasn't born to be your kinfolk.
So I just ride steady think free.
And lean back, comfortably me.

Brothers....

And so I speak
I speak to the multitude that call themselves my brothers
I am yours in all that you do
Proud brown and strong I stand in the gaps made by time
I am the glue to our shattering culture
When your tear falls
I am already racked with grief
When your shout emerges
I am already creating change
And so I act
I am a Black woman
And I am yours
For all time
I will understand you
Stand with the ointment to heal your wounds
Stand with the dagger to face your enemies
I work tirelessly
To gain your approval
Which I value as much as my own
I am not above you
I exist with you
Don’t be scared by my achievements
Don’t be worried by my possessions
I still love you
I still need you
You are more precious now than I can say
But this is the day
To join me
So I can become
Everything you conjure in your dreams
Everything your mother instilled in you
I am your sister, in the purest form
I would never betray you….
So do not damage me.

Untitled

Our principle cries blood tears
At their future arrival
Washed away chance for greatness
Gin streaked sweat, lust’s saliva
Selling our birthright for the price
Of man’s jaded approval,
A few white men on paper
Fueling work ethic refusal
And thus pure principle dies
The sword forged by perspective
Blind eyes against the problems
None are wrong so none protected

Unmarked graves must be weeping
Their dreams were buried with them
Access to different freedoms
Still living out our whims
So quick to bring fist to chest
Breathing is pain; death relief
The Clink Clank Clink Clank still heard
As Black shuffles its feet
Obsessed with competition
Fed by selfish ambition
Subjugation of others
To prevent self submission

The rain falls, God is displeased
Black was made by divine thought
Please More, Please More, determination
Looking back at why Black fought
A proud hybrid of culture
Black should reign as an emblem
Not watching others climb up
And struggling to commend them
Our principle wails loudly
As a wake up call to We
All the regality, beauty, possibility, agility, humanity, ability, humility, fertility, and RESPONISIBILITY
Should once again.
exist in.
our territory.

The Winds

The winds are subject to change
Yet in the wonder lust of yesteryear
We become something that is not
A portion of our manifest destiny.
We stress and strain to regain
A piece of life not worthy of desire
Too ignorant to know that
We were never supposed to take
Residence in that place

The winds are subject to change
Yet we look forward praying to
Our God that we don’t believe has
The Power to fulfill the very fantasies
We seek yet are so afraid of.
We plan and plot
To overthrow these other souls
We believe are in the way of our
Self structured plans, shifting the balance
Nature struggles so hard to maintain.

Scared Little Rabbit, the winds are subject to change.
They were never constrained to one direction
Or one temperature or one severity
They do as they please
They never want to take destiny from oceans or trees.
The winds know who they are supposed to be.
Taking on the world with pride and confidence…
The wind is exactly what you see.
The winds are subject to chance, so why shouldn’t we be?