'Cause I don't need a man to fuck me
When I can make love to myself
There. There it is. My thought, My secret,
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Tap, tap, tap dancing to the beat of what I should be,
I could be more confident if I wasn’t so afraid to shine.
I am broken in several areas,
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i’ve seen three geysers erupt
one in reykjavik, the backdrop a glacial terrain
another in Yellowstone, that faithful one
the third came from my mother’s gut
On Friday’s I search
For your face in mirrors,
visiting bars soft lit by streams of
sapphire bulbs; by eight-o’clock
"I'll never drive on that road again," she said,
as if it was the road who killed him
with her tempting curves
and shimmery guardrail waistband.
I asked to keep
the lights off—
and in the pitch black
you pulled me in
Last night I dreamt you loved me.
Were you coming or going?
I could never tell.
I buy strawberry shortcake popsicles.
Ten of them, but they only last two nights.
I think about how I could have been born during slavery.
Or in 2050, when there’s no ozone.
If I have an urge to cry, I don’t.
it’s hard to talk to mama sometimes
we both hold the pain
like a pretty cupcake
but with nasty icing
My first cry was heard
by the Fronds that fanned my mother
The sun painted my skin–
The color it should be.
Where do I need to be?
I'm longing
Calls of direction
I cannot hear
you, woman,
are something to behold.
not something to be held down.
do not forget this.
Tonight I’m neither girl nor woman
I am simply clay.
I surrender before my potter
As May does to the sun
We ask a lot of our children
To contend with our problems
the baggage we carry
the damage we bring
One.
Don’t wear that outfit.
If you wear eye liner that’s too thick
Or a skirt that’s too short,
Then you are asking for trouble.
relieved not to be four-years-old
again learning I am not the center
everything constantly spiraling
hourly coping with roller coaster
emotions, up and down seesaw
*please note this content could be triggering for some
When a baby is stillborn we ask
what happened but mean
what did you do?
Dear future daughters and little sisters,
I ask you to be different
I dare you to be different
I need you to be different