"Poetry"
I have hustler blood running right underneath the skin
I keep it under wraps because it ties me too closely to my fathers shadow
Revolution is the one word that inspires me to keep moving
That… and the color of my skin
Am I a feminist?
Nah, I'm a visionary
I’m two feet away from where I’m headed
And not enough steps away from where I’ve been
I fear the day that my mother leaves me
When she’s gone, the strength holding me up right goes with her
I’ve seen too much of some things, not enough of others
It’s left me in a state of unbalance
On good days, I am all that I've ever wanted to be
On bad days, I don’t even remember what that means
My favorite number is 24
Don’t ask why- its just one of those things
My laughter is too open...too wild to be constrained
It’s one thing about me that’s remained unaffected
I'm 22 and I wonder what I’ll be like when I’m 80
Especially since I’m not expected to make it past 45
I could never deny the existence of God
I see him every time I get lost in the dark
At night I break my past into parts and rebuild it
I’m trying to figure out a way for it to make sense;
it never does,it can’t.
I’m hard to catalogue
I exists in that space between ordinary & one of a kind
I’m committed to being a lady
And yet I’m consistently attracted to impropriety
I’m not actively looking for my soul mate
I know I’m not ready for that kind of love
A man’s swagger is the first thing I notice
Without it, keeping my interest is next to impossible
I dare a man to ever lay his hands on me
In that moment I think I might just scare myself
I couldn’t wait to grow up
Now I miss days of 10 speeds and 25 cent squeeze cups
This Beach by Oscar Brown makes my eyes sting and my hands shake
Reminds me that even forever is finite