Tuxedo
Because of you,
I have these holes in my heart.
What will you do now that you
have successfully murdered me
you killed my body
and raped my soul so many times
that when I try to destroy myself -
all I can smell is a home.
I want to know what kind of cufflinks
you will match with your suit
on the morning when
they lower my casket
into the earth.
Bullets in my skull
would have hurt better
than this.
---Remarkable
I am Hips I am LIPS I am THIGHS
I am beauty
If I wanted to, I could spread
my legs apart
Stretching every muscle I harbor
and feel no pain.
I am Melanin I am ROBUST
I am Proportionally Shaped
There are women who want
to look like me
shivering in plastic surgeon offices
flipping through tabloids,
and weeping.
When it is sunshine and 90 outside
I glow
When it is nighttime and cool
I shimmer.
My Breasts are like little planets
Nipples like chocolate morsels
A single taste and a person would
fall through the universe.
Labia lips like sugar
Inner thigh like coffee
and the perfect place
for you to warm your ears.
No matter how many of
my crystal tears
crash into glass
wept over my massive Ass
Body Rolls and Arm Scars
I will strive to remember this:
I am Hips I am Lips I am THIGHS
I am Beauty
I am Remarkable.
---
Ugly Black GirlKinks, coils, and hot combs
I grew up enigmatic
smelled of cocoa butter
smeared and slicked in Vaseline
but my Blackness was
a black sheep
in a herd of black sheep
I was always sheepish.
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Eleven Months
PoetryThis is where I post the poetry that I've written and little feelings in the form of words. I have had a hard life. I have had a hard couple of years. But what has proven hardest has been the past eleven months. Everyone has been asking me how I'm d...