Fragments
0. first I need
some sweet bread.
you and I will be sitting at a coffee table,
sunlight shines through floor to ceiling—
windows. it sits on my shoulders
& it’ll be a day of truth
2. you spill, I grit
& we fight for brain space
for the life of ours.
3. me and my demands
don’t even know you yet. I’m angry—useful
don’t even know where my heart is
I toss my hand to my head, shake it
“I’m just a woman”
4. here are mine:
everyday we dwindle
flesh on the floors
hands in the air
wet skin
woman in the wilderness
swords
Negotia loqui
we’re going first lines only
I’ll grow to love a man who provides,
long skirts, white sneakers
diamonds & suits. beige
navy. there’s an act in concealing.
despite my gifts
I’ve accepted the world’s
stamp on me
in the name of “logic”
I have a profound relationship with Allah.
I sense pulse.
no fruit. Godly
woman
lost in a people of a world
intention
is what makes a person special*
someone reads it
me. me. me..
falling at the age of 19,
dying by 24.
D A S
kicking up dust
licking air, soft
in person you trust me.
matter fact - come see me
ego stretches
as humbly as a dream
she’s shameful,
but she’s magnificent
* gesture *
there’s always danger outside
your arms,
my love
you steer me
with your actions.
if you got word
of the world’s end,
what would you do?
would I be your greatest expression?
Taj Mahal was built
by the love of a woman.
he said,
please lie in my honor
please die with my peace
I give you my last
so your heart never fleets.
The Wonder is now visited
by over 8 million people each year.
to truly step into masculinity
requires a period where
he can explore in submission.
maybe don’t follow me to the dessert
I had a clean soul
so I want to lie down now. tell my team
to build a fortress
around me. water, essentials. & I will
sleep.
(to be continued when I wake up)
A gift was given to her at birth
it’s outside the needs of God
I just pray
the water break—
for my husband’s sake
everyday I wanna grow closer to me
whether sweet or sway—mirrors.
bells ring
an old woman
sits soft in the navy blue
breeze
slim time
tender heart
wife..
should’ve died in the moment
but it happened
absent of you & even I.
there’s a war on me
If I can channel it
all in my love,
i’d serve my audience
down to rocks & bones
& geometry will know rain
and—
how can you hate a woman?
every love has a rhythm
it seems I cause too much pain
maybe death was all I had
to offer him
a moonlit night
with my James Dean.
before you met me
you were too late.
this is a man’s world
you hold my earthquake ribs
in your hands
& hesitate..
then I see your pain
crash into mine </3
sometimes I want you to understand me
most times, I mind
mine. I’m not violent
draw everything over the “L”
I’m a lone thinker
my skeletons fill up the room
when we make love. yet
you continue to ground me, drill me.
pillows. sometimes
my body
fall
outta my mind &
a woman just wants to see her own
or what’s left of it. measured by sorrow
is a shawty—I mean “body”
dark rose kissed with death
was it.
knives fallslant into soil.
