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11:11 I wish you were here And you are.. Feeling the warmth of this fire Admiring this moon As soon as they break out the shakers Spirit moves us Following in the sway of my hips We come alive to your heartbeat melodies Body pressed against mine Gazes intertwined As we tantalize the skies With our atmosphere How blessed to be here In this reality with you No distance dare challenge Our samba of stolen moments We are relentless We are Revolution They will hear our shrieks Howling praises to the Night Like an overdue acquisition As we cast fires Wilder than our heart's affections In unison Man and Woman We breathe A sigh of relief into poetry For every black and brown baby Let our art be birthed of Messiah A curse of consonants for any Colonizer Dare he not be the wiser Know better Than to tempt the tongue Of these love letters Turned molasses Seeping into consciousness To awaken the masses If you are the voice of Truth Then let me be your megaphone Amplified proof

Frustrations swell behind my smile I don't feel like myself today.. No, I'm not Black, But I am at war Within my own body I cannot hide the hurt in my face The twist in my gut Every time someone tries to say Anything to defend these fucking pigs Fuck I really can't even hide it I've tried to stay positive But truthfully, I'm fucking pissed And right now I don't even give a fuck about a rhyme scheme Or the fact that every other line screams obscenity Because these are the days of riots And people being murdered in the streets At the hands of racistass police STILL! You think we are gonna go quietly!? Back to back in two fucking weeks You don't even give us a chance to breathe In between these Goddamn tragedies Black people have been dying like this for ages Only now we all got cell phones And the cops got cameras that don't do shit But make us watch our brothers and sisters Being killed more closely Listening to the curdle of their screams From a place wh...

Last night I caught myself spelling out your name in the stars Like I could connect the dots To your beauty marks -find our history in these constellations I can hear the stillness of Earth Reverently laced into your love languages As if your heartbeat were the drum beneath her crust Thrust deep into the mantle Of what could make her tremble and spin How you leave me feeling dizzy, Call it a daze But there's no confusion The communion which is taking place How songs we've never heard together Remind me of nights I'd spent learning The curve of your face The softness of your lips against mine Like a glow of light Or the soothing buzz of neon I feel your warmth by my side As if we've done this over a hundred times You called our alignment Divine And I'm inclined to agree You see, I spent so much of this life feeling unworthy Creating fear Out of mystery And the daunting pursuit of freedom It was neve...

Damn, I can't believe this I'm not one to often get caught up speechless but damn.. You've been acquainting me with all kinds of sensations through these fleeting conversations giving me daydreams of stolen in-betweens not just food for fantasy truthfully, I've been manifesting this kind of Divine Masculinity in a world cluttered with fakes and fuckboys, this energy is quite new to me Intoxicatingly electric awakening my nerves with questions if we might be anciently connected -the way you dissect me with one fell swoop of your simile like a guillotine 'til I'm wanting to stretch out these stanzas beyond infinity I see you, King encaptured by a vernacular so refreshing I find myself wishing I could comprehend the feeling of your pen across my skin tracing me line by line like a masterpiece of your poetry until I'm gushing to you like a schoolgirl with an untold secret Limericks which transcend the confines of context- writers anxious to get the sheets wet wi...

Do you ever just look at your child and think, "What if I had swallowed you?” You can't say the idea hasn't crossed your brain at least once Not that motherhood is not a joy, and a blessing, one of the greatest of life's lessons Just every now and again when your patience is running thin, and your kid is being a teeny bit of a little shit The tiny filaments of that lightbulb in your attic spark alight with memories and reveries of the possibility of that other life You know fifteen years of twerking don't just disappear over night no matter how you try to hide behind your post-preggo fitness photos and #momlife You know there's still that part of you inside who knows exactly what to do with that extra jiggle in your thighs Oh yeah, you know I'd been waiting to grow into these hips, wideset as if to imitate the vastness of my mindset Every lover lost to endless sunsets caught up in thoughts of me, Pondering the ways they wanna lay me out like a Sunday picnic...

She is a handful of scribbled pages in the back of a borrowed book Ruffled and frayed the places she tore herself away Dramas of her haunting narrative nothing more than sepia-stained memoirs, crumbled petals her mother's flora, old photographs of smiles long forgotten She is no stranger to the stale smell of yesterday, nor the dimples of fresh parchment underneath parched fingertips

It's the kind of night that makes you wanna run away with the Moon.. let her fill your ears with her secrets, as you're coming up D.I. and you find yourself chasing after just a glimpse of her smile. A park to share between the two of you and you can woo her with your middle-of-the-night meanderings. She giggles at your prose and beckons for your musings 'til morning. Like you could simply reach up and run the backs of your fingers across her cheek, tuck a tuft of clouds behind her ear, just to gently pull her gaze up to yours by her chin and tell her, "you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Flower Moon

You say dirt will make me unclean Infect my lungs until they harden my last inhale You tell me to scrub, disinfect, and bleach Kill everything on the surface of my cold and vulnerable dermis Kill everything! Just to resolve the infestation of thought The paranoia of this quarantine Because we are such pitifully fragile beings, right? One wrong move, one wrong breeze You'll be acquainted with the plight of your own mortality I just can't seem to keep myself clean I cleanse away germs and bacteria and virus and all those evil little things that I cannot see Still I cannot clean up the gutter of my consciousness The manhole of my mind The sewage of my stirring thoughts You tell me I'm dirty Still I dig my toes into unearthen soil Just to feel one with the worms again Returning me whence I came Apparently To the bowels of the bacteria filled hell which created me From dust to dust My unclean self must Trust in the process Of this chaos.