Sky

 Growing up, I have noticed the 

Sky

isn't as blue

as it once

when I was younger the  

blue

 seems to grow

dual & deplunished.

A Flower for Your Grave

Walking home on the same path it’s always been.
My head’s held low the sun shining on made only feel worse,
Why must you shine as I feel so dim?
While the sun who wants to shine on me
wishes not to bother me today,
the sun only wishes to cheer me up, but I do not care,
Why must you shine when I feel as if I am not?
Why must you shine as I feel dim?
Across the path, I came across an uprooted flower,
smashed & collided with the pavement. Death by somebody's foot
who didn’t value a life, or maybe they did just not this small.
And I knelt down, sympathizing with the smashed flower on the sidewalk,
Little flower, She said, gravity has not been nice to you,
It trampled you underfoot with the luggage
it threw on you. You once stood proudly in your field.
your comfort zone, someone then forced you out of it,
Now it’s only a matter of time till you’re reunited
with the ground that didn’t bother to fight for you.
You once met your angel of death,
and all the while you saw the form yours came in the form of &
even then you were defenseless and unprepared.
This world is cruel to us who plated your seeds &
helped clear the debris we left there, but the earth
thought that is where you resign gave you nothing,
no mercy is given. No mercy has been shown
to me in the world that’s plated & yet uprooted you spit on me.
Surely enough I feel no different than you
though I have not yet met my maker, but
it is fo told & the hole for me is dug I’ll be laid to rest in it as for you,
you shall too. I picked the flower up as if it were a baby bird
discarded from its nest, I laid it down to its final resting place.

- Even With us Gone, Life Will Still Continue,
With No Time To Visit Our Graves
 

Powder Donut Faced Listening to Diana Ross (Untouched)

 Mascara

runs down

both my cheeks

staining a trail of

tears in Covergirl black

down both eyes.

I'm so damn tired of boys & men

still being boys given more

credit to the hair that is growing 

on them

I'm tired of this pain that 

named me a woman &

when Diana Ross

sang I'm coming out 

I was coming out too. Not coming 

to meet you anymore

not coming cause

that is supposed to be 

what I do as a female

when I am flattered by a 

guy who I only noticed

enough & long enough

to figure out that they'll

almost never get to

that base with me.

I'm coming in the 

since to the understanding

that yes life

fucking sucks & yes

so does pain & cramps, but

also, donut that is

seasonal is so good,

coffee is great on the side &

all of the above is good

when writing is good poem

about a not-so-great guy

coming out in 

sense of out & into oneself.

That is that.

So new powder faced & weeping.

Diana Ross is like the coffee

that sooth this

lethargic break up.

 Powder faced from generic

donuts this was meditation

that no DR could have prescribed. 

To My Nature: My Neighborhood

Tell me how can I hate you,

when you are literally all

I know; when you have done

nothing than be there for me. 

Completely unchanging

for as many years as I

am old & as many years 

as you were when the

changes started happening

to you, you've still stayed

the same. And tell me how

can I hate you when you

are not to blame for what

people have done to you

this rancid smoke that

constantly pollutes you &

keeps me at bay from

you, I cannot blame

you for being littered

more than the bottom

of the sea. Now how

can I hate you when

I can't say you hate me?

Make Mine Words

 It's not okay

words get lost,

got caught in a web

after going in one ear.

It's not okay.

He says

I'm somehow at fault

when at the end of

the day

I do not remember

requesting to be made

from his ribs &

this life

was not consensual

No./It/is not/ Okay.