Black Girl, Quiet

I am sensitive to the silencersThe ones who shoot you dirty looksWhen your laugh is too big for the roomOr your lipstick too loud for your color

Broken Body

Go and repair thoseBroken limbsThat torn faceAnd cracked smile

Woman In Red

If I were a Kenyan warriorI would paint my jaw and cheeksRed with wet earthAnd dangle silver from my naked head

I Don’t Wanna Be Sexy

Some days I want to be a rose bush, To plant my roots so deep beneath the soil I can feel the heat wafting off the center of the earth Sexy sounds like a scratched cd stuck on the same shitty song and I’m oh so tired of hearing it I wanna light the world

10-2-15

There’s love Then there’s whatever we had Toxic by nature cus you took my breath when you kissed me Made my heart ache in ways I’d never felt before And I can’t really remember how we got to where we got or Where along the line we fucked up what we got But there’s warmth

Live

live for laughterfor the lovefor the sins we cannot repentfor the people we cannot repaydance as if it hurts to stand stilllet your feet feel the Earthbe blind in your judgmentand all seeing of the possibilitiesfloat free upon whatever makes you smileslip into lustwith the liner on your eyespluck your brows and paint your lipswear