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Origins

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I’m not crazy, weathered at worst Like early days of earth Rubble rock birthing life from  violent destruction Fires burning molten in the underbelly of my origins Bubbling beneath cracked surfaces Where I oftentimes appear stable My heart is a volcano Bursting at the seams where new ground must form Former foundations crumbling, splitting like Pangaea  Where connections we once had feel like nothing more than distant history Evolution of man How he crawled out of water to feel sun upon his face How I would wait hundreds of thousands of years  In hopes he’d emerge from darkness to find me Staring out into space The nostalgia of quiet combustion Peering into past lives in the distance Knowing most of what I know to be beautiful is dead I am a supernova  Bursting at the seams where new life may form  Gathering masses from stray debris Gasses and gravity Nebulous love Pulling together new solar systems  in ancient designs and unwritten formulas Life is messy Somehow we find a way to fall
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Foreplay

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Lemme kiss you in all the places, all the ways you never knew you could feel love   Where we don’t even have to touch with anything but our eyes and know We are wild creatures Begging for a howl under moons yet to understand our fullness  Let the warmth of my lips be your home Where you can let yourself unfold Risking nothing but soiled sheets and unexplored desires My tongue massaging aches you carry like thorns in your stem  Attempting these acrobatics fluently as you surrender to my blossoming of petals Tell me how you daydream of throbbing between my sweaty palms on a Sunday morning Moaning for “God” praying for “fuck” I wanna suck your soul from your body and let it drip from my mouth like a scandalous whisper Tracing cursive scripture into your skin The sweetest poetry I’ve ever written With nothing but cliffhanger stanzas to remind you that I am far from finished
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I don’t want to write poetry anymore I just wanna talk shit

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Where do I begin When the whole world has been crumbling for a minute All of us fighting for this pot to piss in like it’s the only place to sit Game of porcelain thrones Everyone bleeding over one-ply papers Worth international deficit Shout out to my American privilege Where ignorance is protected And propaganda is the primary news outlet No scorn over countries war torn, just know both sides are US funded Terror isn’t as terrifying til you and yours become the target When it comes knocking at your door Economic decline existing solely in the working class and poor Gas is $4.20 in Vegas on a good day I’m just trying to make it to work Make it work Knowing someone else is benefiting from this sweat Thirty percent of this check Already guaranteed to the government Navigating tourist traffic They have a habit of making us their escape Make us wait as they wade through ensembles of tax dollars on display While teachers take yet another strike day Begging for a fraction of what is deserve
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Everything

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Mom, Dad, teacher, friend, Life coach, therapist, love guru, Seriously, the list does not end… My Mom always was, is, and will be, EVERYTHING Equal parts enamoring and terrifying I remember as a child  Forever pining for her tickles before bed However panicked every evening Hearing her heavy steps Clamoring as she climbed our iron staircase after a ten-hour shift Little hands desperately fanning the tv to remove traces of our lazy mischief Spoiler alert, she always found out anyway Apparently in addition to being everything, she really knew everything too Momma Dukes is one of the sweetest, most compassionate, and deepest people Kind, articulate, and true She has also been known to be a little bit of a scrappy chick with an incredibly short fuse Oh, how the feet never stray too far from the shoes Such big ones to fill… My mom did her best to raise me in a way I could learn self-respect, love and faith I can honestly say, to this day, she raises me still Raises my spirits, hopes Raises
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Tea

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Speak your piece Release Until your sound waves Hit my ears directly I could not care less  How you come at me In willingly listening company  You like the taste of my name It’s no surprise Roll her around on your tongue twice  You’ve sampled this spice A few times, I know, Because I’m not afraid to share My hands are shy, My lips are not They move constantly Til all my truth lies bare Heart stitched into cellophane sleeves For full transparency  Sometimes it takes a whip to be taught  The difference between talking And being heard People just aren’t used to hearing about themselves Sometimes they aren’t ready to receive the message And that’s okay, I’ve never spoken thoughts to backs More than faces And my door is always open You got tea you wish to share Something to wash from your hair Come here, and spill it
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Period Piece

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 A bottomless pit of hunger and pain Insanity becomes me Momentarily Hormones coursing through these veins, this bosom, every curve A roadmap to creation Uterine walls shed The nurture of a childless womb Concurrent Moon cycles pull Delicate petals swell and swirl  A stream of what some perceive as criminal An actual miracle Monthly reminder that I am a portal to realms Man can barely understand  A quill for God’s hand Sensitivity is my strength Vulnerability is my gift  A vow written in blood I am WOMAN Period.
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Crossroads

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When life throws you lemons You make lemonade… What happens when life throws you Salt, strawberries, and a hint of shade? Baby, you just go straight ahead and make that shit show cocktail No, for real, I’ve been almost completely sober for about 48 hours Thinking this lack of chemicals would have me thinking clearly But all that’s been revealed is that I’m clearly fucked up regardless It seems I crave chaos more than citrus  Finding doubt in most things without a subtle taste of destruction Rule me guilty of DWI Dating Without Intention One slip of your tongue And my heart has fallen under construction Suddenly you’ve slid from DMs into detours Even gps can’t seem to navigate  The blocks I create between us I’m staring at these crossroads Wanting to jump into the ocean Hoping to speed evolution Growing gills and galavanting with all these damn fish people want me to find This bowl has gotten smaller and smaller With every octopus whose ink has fueled my pen Tentacles creeping from ever
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