You keep trying to talk to me
Offering up a dowry
Life times of love and riches
6 am wake up calls
Nightmares of not making it
No more you say
I say
no way
What u offering is Rapunzelish
Afro I got
Escape after capture would be deadly
Falling from a tower ain’t how I plan to go
Your eyes show what you don’t want me to know
But the messages all to clear
So I keep on walking
While you trying to talk off my ear
No means no
Don’t feel like acting
Lying putting on a show
Gotts all that I need
I can’t eat from your garden
Cause nothing in growing
And
Nothing is flowing between u and me so please
Stop calling
Begging
Crying
Bout being broken

that little space
tween my eyebrows crinkled
head cocked to side
deep breath
I have no idea
what the hell some people
are talkin about
at open mic's

workshop man
edit
run it by somebody first
please
do us all a favor

my ears are mad at me
the torture
the audacity
the length
the arms flying in the air
the screaming

you could have said all of that
in one sentence
who's honing their craft
who's not worried about the performance
who's up late at night writing
cause the paper is calling them
who will stop
and read somebody else's words
dig on that shit

I smile
but I'm mad
and I don't think I'll return for a while

they all be talking bout Reparations/being wronged/ Muata Baruka/ Devils/ Niggas/ Bum knees/ the hot pants that big legged sista wore/ smoking trees

Always speaking truth
dig it

Brotha so deep
me standing... you sit
Cafe Brotha
poetic cafe frequent customer
jive turkey ass
Shivery divorced

you the unfortunate aspect
no reflection of me

like mumbo sauce on chicken
we was supposed to be inseparable

meanwhile
otherworldly phenomena like
interacial daters give you the chills

oh no/ how could he/ how could she/ dats some shit right der/ be fallin outta your mouth...circles upon circles you've passed through still ain't found the 1

me the symmetrist
to your parallel lines

and I'm still standing while you riding
comfortable

oh
oh no
didn't have to hold the door/pick up the tab/let me pass/ pump my gas/ trying to pimp me for a dollar... no I don't want my window washed

chaos here
we/no harmony
don't want this truth any longer
perspective

They don't know U like I do...we been shadows under street lights since Kaffa House...We pictures and poetry together...we askari, toni, holly, brandon, ernesto, ellington, freestyle union and it was our mug...once there wasn't no if its gonna be hot...it was where is it going down tonight...where are the sayers to feed me my insiration...the wilderness no longer familiar...my senses off...I don't know U anymore

they keep leaving
all my sista girls
gone off to find a place in the world
otha than here
Texas, Georgia, Pittsburg, Boston, New York
should have never said I was Deep Rooted
cant leave DC
even if I wanted to

What happens when head-wraps fall off
in the act of fornication?
can a sista still be sacred then?
does God smite you
tell you
hay Eve can't enter the gates of heaven like that

what about when it ain't yo falt
some wack as brotha
takin what aint his
stealing whats nobodys to take
never to be owned again
fabric fallin to the floor
with innocence
can a sista still walk on streets of Gold

I use to not want anybody to see me
what i had going on up in my head
so if i wrapped it
cold hearted spirits couldn't touch me
penetrate my chakras
suck my energy

man was I wrong
still trying to get some stolen things back

Walking the streets now
bare
no hat
no head-wrap
nothing but sideways commas, 9's and 6's

using the tip of my tongue now
double edged sword
to keep the bammas away

Don't want to bang on the door
let me in

can't you see
this sacred women standing here
you had betta go-head and
open up

who dem spirits you be fighting
when we be making love

how you gonna show me
the sun
the sky and the rain
and
expect me not to see the rainbows
dancing on the sidewalk
below my feet

you say
No Goddess left behind
i say
and I am that bitch
you say
its like sweet fruit
I say
can't nobody
love you like me

when you moaning sweet and low
pull'n me into you
does breath
life
love
green blue black and yellow
stop

you like my potions
love them even
drink them down
without hesitation

Remembering sundials
Alabaster
Lapis
wide open spaces
warm desert breezes and you
stimulating my Muladhara to my Sahasrara
1-7

The way you inhale me
like a mid day splif
letting me surround you
with my smoke
getting lost
then finding self again
it's so lovely

Accepting a person's gift is a gift in itself

Thank you
to all that have
given to the fund
been my shelter
when my soul was on the run
made me laugh
when I wanted to cry
Stood there and hugged me
for that long good bye
thank you

to all those who listened
with an open heart
whose strength
wouldn't let me break apart
when I felt alone
they encouraged me to make a new start
thank you

I wanted to repay you
wanted to do something in return
I know now I need to do nothing
this is what I have to offer
the acceptance of your gift

relaxing sitting dreaming
bout later
his knock
on my door
heart beat
faster that usual
but not unusual
this what he be doing
to me
and we ride
off into the sunset
and over the hill
stopping to give thanks
making him smell flowers
he would normally walk right by
we ain't like no other
entity
he and me
we live in a dream
that I wrote out on paper
and read every day
to self
attraction
by candle light and incense smoke
magic woman
calling magic man
come on thru and drink from this cup

you've been gone
I've longed
for what was
once

The way it is
the way it feels
the way it flows
so freely
don't gotta be forced
or forgotten
the next day
The way
eyes closed
your residence
there
the fit
the thought
when you gonna go
when you gonna come
where is he
don't wanna have to think about it
how its gonna go down
why time can't be stopped

when you gonna come
and tell me the daisies
in my eyes
are the ones you've been searching
to find

the way it is
the way it feels
the way it flows
so freely
in my mind its so easy
so nice
so lovely
under trees
you wrap your soul around me
and let me know
with silence
you ain't planning
departure

making me over
with every exhalation
catching it
then throwing it right back
to you
eyes close
seeing you still
there
when you gonna go
when you gonna come
please
with me be free
and let it flow
the way it is
the way it feels

when you gonna come
and tell me the daisies
in my eyes
are the ones you've been searching
to find
don't you miss me
like I miss you
It was so long ago
we laid
under lotus plants
sand in toes
different dialect
different tongue
different space and time
same eyes
same star filled sky

you've been gone
I've longed
for what was
once
when you gonna come
and tell me the daisies
in my eyes
are the ones you've been searching
to find

when you gonna come