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let’s push back y’all
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Empowerment
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when will will learn
it has been there since David’s death truth mercifully laid out
just and only human not chosen by anyone
born of lust that’s it nothing more than that
you’re lying to yourself aren’t you tired
no ornament jewel pedigree or endorsement can change that
if anything extraordinarily unimportant is what you are
get it through your head the fact is not out there it’s in front of your face
smile why don’t you talk in pretty words give the bestest blow jobs to him to him you are just a convenient commodity
with willing open legs spare me those perfectly rolled tears as you hope that someday he’ll take your hand instead
dull minded old girl your will is not your own buck up
it starts with one step then two and so forth out from the world into your house where your will waits for you to open your heart
and for once let it swallow you whole
4th
gold line passes through there
four tribes meet and they have been for longer than i can ever know
one Meso one Afro one Europe one Orient peoples beautiful all
same hearts one dream different strokes same same same
the bridge is there she lays on her mighty back we cross not just concrete slabs but worlds too
colors flavors scents labor dignity and the human ego of course
united by segregation of their color segregated from each other by being throw an occasional bone starving of their soul
but upon closer honest sober observation on days of rainbows i can see where the tears are stitched to form the Nation where i stand
we are Los Angeles
riots marches torn down houses strikes children centers Lakers unity churches merchants Mexican chop suey Columbian Korean fusion Woody’s ribs Lupe’s tacos Italian house Red Hot Chili Peppers surfers boarders models ballers
the four directions on the 4th street bridge and what it’s come to be and what we’ve become by it is the rainbow children of our Lady
so before the Hall keepers House gablers blues reds and judge and juries request your seats mind and remember
Porciuncula and her kids do lead and ever will this vast kaleidoscope table
my gown
look beyond my dark thick gown
be strong and courageous
God is all around me
but you must look past my heavy gown
my light my freedom never closes
for i am not a door without a knob
look beyond my cowebbed gown
but make sure that you clasp your thoughts hand
you will need them for this journey
take time and show me that you are opening a window breathe liberation in
when the threads and seams of my tightly stitched sleeves imprison you
open your heart and push on through
the light is closer than it seems
there will be times when you’ll get lost amongst the blackest gauze of my deceptive petticoats
you will ache cry curse moan writhe in madness
dont be afraid to use the sharpness of righteous diligence to cut on through
don’t be afraid of my gown
within it lay your wings
we’ve always been
how
the things that are not going anywhere in the tunnels of this life
hands tired how to explain the whys of it all
roads paved with loss hey not everything is a party take time feel her out look in eyes that have never cried for herself
what about the cramp in the gut are we starved disgusted crazy or lost
how did we get here were we tricked how in the name of freedom and doing good did i give up the bond to my soul in a most obscene way
how can i teach my brother to fish how can my brother relish what’s his if he is severely sick how can i teach my sister to fight and feel out her heart if we both have to be vetted and protected from each other
rarely
i am peace today
molecules amongst the trees
silence in my mind
…now sleep in it
in my age
i just learned
how good it
feels to wake
up in my
bed so warm
and soft and
inviting some say
it would feel
like the hug
of a mother
but in my
age this is
all i have
created by my
own unsure hand
restraining order blues
vicious gunfire you look older she said
i thought i’d never see you again
you look beautiful he said
coughing looking leftward
i’ve been here and there she said
roaming the streets counting the birds
magnolia trees sure bloom a lot he said
yeah their scent intoxicates me she said
can i get a cuddle he said
she smiles and looks westward
sliding hair behind her ears
your gray streak is bomb ass she said
my ex-wife likes it he said
i gotta go i’m late for church she said
balls! gimme something better than that he said
they both laughed out loud
biting her lips heart in her head
i wish i could kiss you she said
that was the past
the clove under her worn white converse
stuck to the sole and toes still wiggling
as the clouds formed from the south
he folds in his lips and gives her a smile
i wanted to be your husband he said
she lights up another
you were always so wild he said
i don’t like cages or negotiations she said
life is not like that he said
let me give you my number
she feels the droplets on her lashes first
honey don’t waste it she said
your time on me
i’m older and wiser
some truths i can see
i had to walk away for the sake of us both
looking at the lake he nods in agreement
have a nice life he gnarls as he scampers away
she holds her head higher after today
words less spoken 