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I'd like to introduce you to bae Not like Manila Bay, Or bay leaves, Or a weird way of saying "bye," B.A.E. Before Anyone Else Bae is so "babe" we lost the second "b" Just to be that much closer Bae, It doesn't have to make sense, okay? Just gotta feel right And you're probably wondering When this is going to start sounding More like a poem... Truth is this is more love letter Than prose No, This is the button to my bones Shaking every hollow space Between my heart and rib cage I am stone cold Faded Wading in emotions so deep I used to drown in them daily You see These currents have carried me To shores I never would have seen Had I not crashed into them completely Bae, Promises to carry me Across every threshold into forever Because I am worth an eternity Bae loved me Before Anyone Else Buried And Emptied me Before Bottles And Escapes Tempted the fate of our love Bae is not a person -Rather a state of mind An amount of time Dedicated to redisc...

Such a shame He could only see you for your pain But you found a way To see beauty in these emotional blemishes Instead of blaming scars For his lack of acceptance Your lack of patience Womxn, You are lovely and loveable In all your imperfections Your heart emanates brilliance Most others will have to live their lives without Let them miss you, And miss you with their bullshit too Let them wake and smell the reality of your absence The coldness of their bed Stewing in the space they asked for The emptiness of messages re-read Drafts left unsent Real conversations left unspoken On hungry tables Quality time in short supply Distant thoughts multiplied Whenever we are divided for too long

I love it when You wake me up to a feast You feasting on my flesh Ripened dripping wet with every bite Go on; have a slice Cut me open; come inside I love it when we have nothing to hide When I can see the nakedness in your eyes You let me see you in all your delicious... Honestly, vulnerability is my preferred aphrodisiac And our cravings have me raving about our next meal together It's better with the Sun turned on Peeking through my window at dawn Like a curious neighbor A mischievous voyeur Tantalized in morning dew Wondering if she can come through for breakfast too.. I need a fast break sprinting into today With both feet in the air How you use my legs to steer Like you've got somewhere you gotta be Between me, and my sheets You drive me absolutely crazy When you look up at me like that Face deep stare Watching me squirm and squirt all down your beard Like you wanna savor me for later You're my favorite flavor of insatiable The way we entangle When you hold me Fall as...

Should Love taste of quenched quill? Soggy inkwell solace Insatiable parchment Drunk off petty quid pro quos, Cancerous courtships In valiant familial coup Shall we transcend the bullshit martyrdom? Heaven's sake, Should the earth quake at Unaccompanied feet Bare and grounded, Filthy in mother's dirt Soiled dresses, Black bottomed britches Familiar in fancily disrobed Disobedience She is told She comes from "breeding" Never forget that No man could ever be worthy Should he not have A home, a car, financial security... Far too robust to request Reciprocated interest, trust, Emotional vulnerability I am a poet, Therefore my heart has long since been courted A mere whisper, A flutter of blank pages Black stains upon a calloused right ring finger I have loved and lost myself Amidst the fog of many midnight hours Stretched across the length of lovers' necks Delicately adorned in soft raven tresses Tracing collarbones to a garden of goosebumps and forbidden rendezvous S...

To all of the mothers who wonder  If they should be more strict or fun or  If they’re raising a kind enough daughter or son I’m here to tell you, You’re doing just fine.  — Fuck society and what’s wrong or right  For 8-9 months we held them inside  we know them better than anyone else,  That’s why..  you have to give yourself more credit.   — Even on those days where you feel like breaking down  When your mind is Full of questions and your heart is full of doubt  You yelled at them out of frustration and now you can’t sleep without  Wanting to cry.  I know mama.  It’s hard  Working all day and coming home to another job  Homework and cooking and bath time  Good god! Does it end?  And after the meltdowns they finally fall asleep, and you almost feel guilty for that sigh of relief  Because you finally get a moment to sit down and breathe.  We all have the same 24 hours my ass  Aka a mo...

Break bread with me  Do you wanna break bread with me?   While we talk about the good and the bad endlessly  Timidly I search for the vocabulary to explain my loneliness feeling the emptiness in my chest cavity Adventures with friends fill it the best, Running till the end with them so I could never rest, talk about it all till I have no breath For when I do depressed death can’t catch up and remind me of my inadequacies.  I want those table top conversations over roasted marshmallows with a couple Dutch fellows Worry? I think not problems seem to only come with deeper thought when we work through it I’ll never lose it though  The memories that incredibly weaves the tapestry in the grand design of my mind. trying to explain this feeling feels easier writing rhymes and these conversations appear to be like poetry I’ve been gracefully tiptoeing on the edge of falling apart but thanks to our art I remember to breathe at the park after dark to bring me back from th...

When I look in the mirror I see everything but beautiful  I stare at myself and wonder who this stranger is in front of me.  I no longer recognize myself anymore Stressed stands of my hair tango in the porcelain sink  Luggage under my eyes from lack of pillow and blanket intimacy  Curves once flaunted, hidden under baggy T-shirt’s  Pale gray skin from lack of sunlight  Bright green eyes are now shattered store windows.  Heart cold and barren, mimicking the shelves during a pandemic.  I allowed others to riot inside of my soul and overthrow my mind.  I am lost and broken but my friends see me and think I’m fine.  They see me smile through painted lips, feel the warmth from my embrace, eyes full of cheer they don’t realize that the girl they love no longer lives here.  She’s out there somewhere, wandering aimlessly, waiting to be found.  Maybe one day I’ll find her but first I have to get my feet to hit the ground.