See the curve in her lower back,
The way those heels hug her feet,
The sway of her hourglass waist
You see her,
You glance
Across the room, across the way,
on the street
In your mind, on your thought
Her long silky legs
You could have looked closer
The words from her caramel lips,
A cry for help
But her thighs,
Exactly how you imagined them
Her chest wide open
Her breasts
Not her decree of desperation
So you came over
You said hi
She said yes
She is not easy
She is hurt
Though a lot of fun
On her back
On some bed, in some house
She keeps coming,
Just a little kiss but
She keeps calling,
Just a tender touch then
She keeps stalking
Just one night
Call her baby
Now her turn
with your baby
Only fantasy
Not abortion
A lifetime in sorrow
Always ready to die
Her cry for help
Now your fantasy
Now your turn
try again
look closer
A vicious cycle
A victim of the victimized
Copyright. 2013. Moji S.
"Poets are all those who have the courage to exercise their imagination and their empathy to create alternative worlds that provide vantage points from which we can critique, indite, change and transform the world in which we live." - Dr. Cornel West
Showing posts with label self identity. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 21, 2013
Thursday, March 31, 2011
My First Love
Like my shadow in the night time,
He is with me
everywhere I go,
He shines on me,
He is my own, my moon, now I can see
so I softly embrace Him
gently...
He is with me everywhere I am...
He goes eagerly
When I run from my imperfections
He stays,
He's here
uprooting the foundations,
the seeds planted long ago
to keep me insane
Eventhough, I didn't want Him there,
when I'd rather laugh in my darkness,
He beams for me relent-
lessly
intercedes for me, unflichingly
He is with me, judiciously
religiously
He is for me,
see Him through me
He never leaves...
Copyright. 2011. Moji S.
Art: Watching Over Me by Frank Spivey
He is with me
everywhere I go,
He shines on me,
He is my own, my moon, now I can see
so I softly embrace Him
gently...
He is with me everywhere I am...
He goes eagerly
When I run from my imperfections
He stays,
He's here
uprooting the foundations,
the seeds planted long ago
to keep me insane
Eventhough, I didn't want Him there,
when I'd rather laugh in my darkness,
He beams for me relent-
lessly
intercedes for me, unflichingly
He is with me, judiciously
religiously
He is for me,
see Him through me
He never leaves...
Copyright. 2011. Moji S.
Art: Watching Over Me by Frank Spivey
Monday, December 20, 2010
Peace of Mind
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