Dreams are Expensive

dreams are expensive. In places I’ve scurried in, I have to walk through.

reclaiming my name

I spent my first love alone.. what a tragedy.

slow down,

hoping to spend my last days in love. We planned

for this.

& I

found you. dreams

are expensive

are you getting a signal?

step 1.

I was fed up with propaganda getting me to hate my skin/have a burning, uncontrollable rage. I knew then that I had to be free to choose my feelings. Funny how I end up in sorrow..

step 2.

I chose my greatness—the arts.

Perform, wr it e, move, choose. taste

my sweet, brown sugar pain.

step 3. (Commodity)

Understand the trade off

step 4.

be relentless

in executing the pictures in your mind. win

step 5.

remember the relentlessness

as the earth rolls around I fly private in a tumbleweed of my husband, trading time for pleasure, making art money. freaking

my family out with my decisions. I married a moroccan because he fit the dream. I try to empathize, but I’m nothing like you hoes.

think a lil mo’

move relentlessly

in the direction

you want to go..

I gotta dig deep

I really hate those two words

they never bring peace:

I’m so apprehensive

think I know what’s coming..

think I know the difference

between best & worse scenarios..

still trauma eaten at my brain.

knowing thyself

is half the battle.

writing around the perimeter

of the precious space I take.

I can fill up a cup

and drink myself raw

pregnant with undefined

worthiness.

I noticed it when I died.

there’s a field

of ideas, ranging

from devout to atheist.

meet me there.