It is MINE.
This body screams out loud.
I can share her fruits
Or hide them through Winter.
Until Spring when she
Decides she's ready to blossom again.
I can spray her fragrance
Captivate the masses
Laying down, standing up
Running side ways
Strewn wayward in the air
It is mine.
Fully clothed and eyes wide open
Do you dare stake claim?
You're mistaken by the price tags.
They adorn her soul
Like crystals formed from ice
Frozen pieces have broken apart
They appear dead
Although lifeless, her energy seeps
Into the core of her womanhood
With roots fastened
To her creator.
It is mine.
Friday, November 17, 2017
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Bread & Butter
You taught me how to butter bread
With rough and calloused hands
And bunions on your feet
You marched and waited
For a bus, for a train, for a taxi.
You returned as a sour shell
Of yourself, weary but unshaken
The pot put on the fire,
Sharp knives and wet rice,
Your anger was cold and gray
It drained over the sink.
I wiped the table clean and set the table
For your madness.
You taught me we are born alone
And likewise, we will die
So I shoveled snow and cut the grass
And the snakes revealed themselves
Red eyes and black souls
Your madness kept me safe
I inherited the walls you had built
Fortified with blood and tears
Of my own; they wouldn’t crumble.
Erect they stand, although the earth
Has shaken time and time again
They have birthed an eternal spirit
Unwavering and immortal.
Her face and nose round like mine,
Today, I will teach her how to butter bread.
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