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He felt like home. Like grandpa’s hugs and granny’s kisses. Like a  school bus ride home, and  evening sunsets. Like afternoon Lunch with your Best-friends. He felt like home. Arms with an instant ease of peace, chocolate lips And a grin so sweet. He felt like ice cream on a summers day. He felt like a sunshine ray , and a Shooting stars runaway. He felt like home He felt like  Twilight, New Moon, and Breaking Dawn. He was was as high as the sky  and as bright as Nebula. He felt like why have I never felt this way before? He felt like a shower after a long day at work, like back-rubs And bath bomb soap . He felt like India’s Aries “Brown skin…  I can’t tell where mines is and where yours begins”. He felt like hopes redeeming  and pains end. He felt like home. Of course felt is past tense. But it’s still memorizing to dream of who we used to be. The trauma that can Happen when direct and in-direct meet. Like I’m saying things I don’t mean Because you act a certai
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False Prophet

  False Prophet He speaks words full of fire thats strong enough to burn the soul.  Tongue filled with promises that turns any woman’s cold heart into gold. I am a God! King of kings and upon the flick of my fingers you will be cursed fool!  Weep at the bend of my knees, you as a woman should shower me! Fulfill my desires and expect no Loyalty from me the Unholy God of Kings of Kings. False Prophet cant you see, my soul can not be altered by man whose flesh ages and bleeds. I am a Queen made from the father of land. Coil me in dirt and see my true skin.  Wrench the water of Poseidon from out of me down your legs and turn back into the weakened flesh that binds you to sin. Open your eyes and see the breath of life in my air! The reigns of passion boiling in my heart and the 3rd eye between my brows that causes you to turn away from me. Be aware of your played out interactions, selfish satisfaction and the unsolicited grievance you bring onto yourself. Look at the beautiful black Queens

Im Moving on

He thinks I should come back because he can make my body sing. Honey don't yunno physical and spiritual pleasure are of two different quantities. I'm moving on like Bohemian Rhapsody; another one bits the dust. My past makes it so hard to trust, all these dudes are run through. They come running game and think I've been fooled, I've seen every game its nothing new. I'm ready to see another scene. They be sleeping around, ducking and dodging and tryna change me its obscene. One of em says I don't want a bad bitch, but baby I'm from the bricks. I am both bad bitch and queen! I elaborate this as Ghetto Royalty. Somebody tagging along is saying nope, nope that just cant be.Well just move along! This message wasn't for you to read. Just like how black man can be both nigga and King. Shut down that misogynistic masculinity. I want Tupac type of kat, with a Jidenna slay. Educated, hood, and a classy taste. I move on so quick because baby I am  the case. I

Past fury

Past fury  running through me, I have always been ENOUGH. Strong and witty and at times to rigid and tough. There is tenderness inside of me but the right man has to waken it up. I am a poet, with a ghost waiting for me when I get home. The agonizing feeling of not being able to find love.  There is a skeleton in my closet, waiting for me to call the cops up. Was it me who killed me the one who was so bright and young! Wicked tongue, quick as bullets flying from a gun. Wicked tongues must be silent to hear the universe call.