I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think
The world that I was born into Is not the world I want I work to try to get back to A one that values plants
The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart
I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile
Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy
Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart
I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit
Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?
I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
