Clear it up
straight
up
so that I
understand
use your words
Author: Audreyanna Garrett
Used
I held up the mirror
you refused to look through
and
you kept me in shackles
so I feared to face you
I dare not come
wipe the slate clean
without your permission to
for there’s
no chance
you’d happily accept my hue
so
we revert back
100 plus years
and in order to be accepted
I allow myself
to be used
by you…
She
they call
she answers
they curse her name
she’s tries to stifle
the chatter
while forced to accept
justification for
the disrespect
and walk through life
without regret
for accepting
that she was to be considered
and allow
herself to be called
anything less than
your majesty
queen
or beautiful being
she
was the good girl
who was never seen
and taunted
like a bad girl
so she
became the defiled being…
She, the master…
she screams
breaks the ceilings
and
still
she’s redirected
to back alleys
trapped between walls
given
no outlets Continue reading She, the master…
Every time
Untitled
Untitled
Southern Hospitality
We govern ourselves
according to a moral creed
that ensures that
any individual born and bread here
exhibit warm,
welcoming
and hospitable behavior…
It’s what we refer to as
Southern Hospitality.
Although
it has been mocked
and taken for-granted
you yearn for it
and
we don’t know
how to cope in a world without it…
No dis to
cold shoulders,
mean mugs
and
entry into rooms with empty greetings
but
we learn,
that when you walk into a room,
you greet respectfully
every being.
And we always remember
to appear gracious and courteous
in the presence
of others…
So
discontinue your
side eye,
and learn to smile
and compliment people,
as they pass by.
Let’s make southern hospitality
that much easier, to come by. ..
Selfish…
You are selfish, so I don’t understand your thought process, but I need to…
I have to make sense of your decisions to, draw blood from my wounds…
Was that not enough?
Did my tears not satisfy you?
The Chase
UNIT-Y
For some reason
We identify more with UNIT
Than UNIT-Y
We are making exceptions for goals
To be seen
When the UNIT is to support
Selfish ideology
But
We need
UNIT-Y
Missing the message
Allowing the idea of perfection
To provide misdirection
Where are we headed?
As a UNIT
We seek
Yet do not find
Because ignorance defines
Said goal
To be clueless
To lack understanding
Of the notion of mass control
You allow yourself to be manipulated
As a UNIT
In the absence of UNIT-Y
No hope for the future
We are not where we should be
Fighting one another for the same dream
Same goal
Geed feen
Money and power
Yields
Chaos
Monstrosity
I hope you see
The UNIT supports
Selfish ideology
But
We
Are in desperate need
Of
UNIT-Y
The Creator
Euphony
From Purity to Commerce
she wore her tribal threads
draped in hand woven cloth
and hand beaded necklaces
covering
Existance
The Frustration
Why can’t you see
The beauty that lies deep
Not in the image you seek
To be
But
In the mind
The heart
Soul
And spirit of the present being
You…
Four Corners of the Earth
North
From which your enslavers derived
Controlled fear
In every stride
Time
On their side
And a heart
In which
Thoughtless words, actions
And
Hatred and motivation lie
No Lines
There are no lines
Nothing to read through
No spaces
To see how well
Your interpretation suits you
We are different
Two opposing fields
And this love unusual
Unordinary Continue reading No Lines
Unheard Voices
If only I had a way
To amplify
My voice
But
It remains faint
Traveling infinite miles
Just for you to
A Creatives’ World…
My Body, A Perfect Testimony
Sagging thighs, vein filled calves and wilted tattoos, that’s what I see. And yet, I’m still captivated by you.
Scars of life, stare back at me, and in hindsight, speaks to the pain and pleasure we’ve shared. And now, as breath is far and few in between, I close my eyes and reflect on the memories, we’ve shared.
THE MEMORIES… Continue reading My Body, A Perfect Testimony