Poetry can be a tool to convey the smallest or the biggest way to express any idea, feeling or experience. Thank you for taking the time to share a moment of a story within a poem.Peace
THE BROKENNESS My dreams have been shattered like a mirror all around my feet for almost seven years It’s not that seven is an unlucky number, It’s more like seven is the number I can’t say when the mirror broke I guess when the silhouette of a woman walked out of my life, The dark muscular frame of a man walked in My troubles grew
Grew into lust to smother out the talkative chatter of monsters, Monsters surrounded by tiny broken pieces of the shattered mirror
The explosion of repression The implosion of truth The nightmare began to end Every noise and every thought is forgotten, or not heard when my tongue is dancing on the devil’s chest The dark frame who has many names I am robbed of time, as I become slippery on the frame All reason with no reason at all, as the sun falls through gated windows Where did the night go? Have I been asleep? I ask Confusion settles in to leave I am losing time in the moments They pass without my permission The moist frame I am sliding on is wetter than ever, The painful pleasure makes my stomach turn The dark frame will not allow my focus to be distracted in this position The frame withers in ecstasy to keep my attention Silence whimpers, yes I said silence whimpers Fill the air with heavy breathing The sun is peeping through the gated window What day is it? Monday? Tuesday? Ummmm Wednesday? Or is it Thursday? I tire of guessing, and rise to see shiny flakes glistening in the dark Confusion is back in my mind, as the frame flickers what looks like a tongue licking over silver lips I look down at my body I am covered in its moisture
It is nightfall
My Dreams Deferred
My daddy’s ashamed of me because my mouth is the raw evidence of my reality A girl from a broken home without a father No protection and not any direction from him He says, I’m a failure, and I never got started And when I show him that I’m better than that He works overtime to prove to my hurt mother I am a mistake.
A mistake, nevertheless, that was born out of hate, and not love See, I’m that gawky girl in the back of the class not saying anything If you don’t ask, you won’t know that I read an entire novel, The night before That’s why I have circles under my eyes in the sixth grade Staring out the window and keeping my dreams in a bottle, Like a genie keeping a wish I’m the master of my pain and dreams They are my secrets to keep, and I don’t share them You don’t know me.
You don’t know that I can recite Chaucer in Middle English with perfect eloquence You never asked, and I didn’t tell You don’t know me, and would you want to? Why does it have to matter when I’m busy Ego-Tripping with Nikki Giovanni Learning that I…am…a beautiful woman Why does it matter? That was good enough for me When Maya Angelou made me believe that I was a phenomenally phenomenal Girl child, you mattered but I forgot about it.
I’m the worst kid in school, according to you I’m a future hoe and a future has been I’m a nobody created for failure, because I come from a broken home That I didn’t break I read a third of the history books in your library, though Before I graduated from high school, but you never asked I can fly in my mind, but because I’m beat up in spirit I just can’t seem to get my dreams to manifest So I need to read the Old Testament, and ask for An Old Testament Miracle.
By the way, you don’t know what I believe in. You never asked.
Working Girls Anthem (we were all, at some point, in bare essence)
Long time ago when I walked the earth with my breasts swinging With a baby attached to the nipple in the raw Life was simple for me No one blinked or batted a naked eye to the vision of me I was oh so natural Goddess walking the earth in bare essence Unashamed to show what the Creator had given me What was given was given for life and it belonged to every baby who craved to be nurtured Even grown men, too I mattered.
When the moon was full, my neighbors honored me When storms stood in the distance, my man looked for me When the elders needed somebody to care for the sick They ran for me When a baby wouldn’t stop crying Somebody searched for me. I mattered.
I have been forced to discard my supernatural existence Pounced on in a world I did not create Dumbed down to believe that my strength And, Goddess like demeanor are a nuisance
I have become insane.
Nobody can curse like me or get the words from their lips as quick as I can
I create solutions and get no kudos for it, And I need some pantyhose because them mothafuckas ripped when I was running to get the train this morning And my man don’t trust me with his money He thinks I’m too smart for my own good, and might skim a little something And hold out when he leaves me for having a big mouth, or make both of us wealthy, humph. Walk in these heels.
Talk about defeat, I suppose I’m just a secretary, so I still matter to somebody No matter what they think or saaaaaaaay or what I matter.
I do matter I matter and no matter what I will always matter.