What do you mean when you say
you want all of me, in all of you?
Does it mean you want my demons
locked away up, in the cage of my heart
or my angels that reside in my instincts
battling with my demons, in my mind. Continue reading All of me
Maybe I’m not depressed,
Maybe I’m just sad.
Maybe I’m just down,
Because I know what it’s like to feel up.
“I know it’s been awhile, but I just wanted you to know,
the memories now make me smile…. “
Written by: Amy Lopez Continue reading Your Memory
Make your wishbones
tie your ghosts to the tree and
let the wind carry them where you
Black glows in the dark
as imitation dry heaves,
leaving guilt on its sleeves
wiping white illness on walls,
kneeling with greed in
its knees, not realizing
where it’s coming from or
the fact that Black is entitled
to no one but Her people.
Black glazed rapture,
painting with glow dripping
from their hands and their
actions before, during & after,
Smearing magic and rhythm
of all motions and nations in
hip revolutions & revelations with
Life at their command.low,
I felt myself transcend
to another realm,
void of impulse control.
He teased me
in the cruelest ways,
hitting the spot, Continue reading Primal
Maa makes a salan for each son
because they like different things
but the beti needs to learn to make her own food
kyun ki uski age pe shaadi aur bachey hotey hain
larka jaan per be jaiy, jaise bi rai
maa ankh band karke osko kabi kuch boley gi nahi
beti aik galti kare
uski izzat zaban per aja ti hai
the sons can go out and party get a girl pregnant
but they’ll still be able to move on and find a good girl to marry
the girl stays out a bit later than 8 pm
might wear a t-shirt,
and the whole mohalla is calling her a slut, saying she’s no longer a virgin
we don’t love our girls as much as our sons
you have failed us girls
us girls are tired of walking on eggshells
of being thrown around, walked all over
and expected to have sabr
kehte hain betiyaan sab se bari rehmat hain
toh aaj hum ko kyun torey ho
Picture Credit: @thepakistanimarthastewart
Now I find myself dancing
to the frantic beat of my heart
at the threshold of judgment
desperate for a figment of
something positive, warm
but realise that I’m shackled
by cynical negations, galore.
Here demons wear masks
of noblemen and kings
and brandish their swords
Continue reading A dance in the dark
the memories of him
cling to my skin
heavy & unwilling
full of something
wants a part of
and I find myself
ready to drown him out
with flood water tears
(photo by ahmed ashhaadh via unsplash)
He graced me with a perfect smile upon his face
As he placed the most magical kiss lips can taste
Mending all my broken bones together
His presence couldn’t be detained by any weather
All of the bullet wounds surrounding my heart
Reminding me of the way I fell apart
Love will send your mind spiraling in the dark hours of the night
Reminiscing on all of the times you had to put up a fight
Demanding for him to stay
Yet all they tend to do is begin to run away
That is why our magnificent kiss haunts me in my dreams
Sadly love never is the way it seems
As much as I hoped this time would be different
I know deep in my core that it isn’t
I watch as the spot in my driveway remains empty
As you continue to love on plenty
Leaving them wondering deeply in their souls
Why their minds were left souring from their control
They fell for your same tricks
That you applied just as smoothly as the kiss you placed upon my lips
I knew I should of ran from the start
My mother always told me I was smart
I still am baffled in the way you managed to get under my skin
Why do people like you always have to win?
But I have learned my lesson this time around
As the scars you left on me are no longer profound
I will soon be ready to love again
As I no longer view my broken bones as a sin.
I’m trying to silence the voices
that tell me you don’t care.
They ring loudly in my ear.
They shout to me.
They tell me to stop wasting my time.
But I don’t listen.
“Pull yourself together,”
an abstract of red hues
and beet purple
crept from my neck, Continue reading Blush by Heather Matthews
( photo by graham hunt via unsplash )
more soil than flesh—
hips shaking in the juke joint woman.
sunday morning high notes with
pot liquor and cornbread woman.
chasing love in a field,
turning more scar than flower—
more, never less than woman.
yet, still seeing god woman.
you are here woman.
—you are holy, black woman
You assume that they will think of you
Remember all of your best attributes,
wish you were here.
Sometimes that’s true.
Sometimes it’s not.
Sometimes I want to bring you back to life
just to tell you how angry I am.
To tell you I love you
and that he deserved better.
I’ve gotten lost more than once on my journey
On this path that has hills and trick pathways
Hills too steep for my strength and pathways that have lead me to unknown places
are what caused or causes
these feelings I feel
and these thoughts I think.
Roll down the window
and drive fast.
Feel the dirt.
In your teeth,
under your nails,
in your ears.