| REVISIONS AND BLANK SPACES
 White bodies between blue lines breathe when black blood gives life to pages Black bodies outlined between white lines; death stains concrete pavement Red lines strike through black lines executing their existence Red lines stream from Black lives; executing their existence Erase, backspace, deleted, re-type: lines rewritten to live once more Black face, erased, deleted, gone: another Black child lives no more… | 
    
       | Possibilities
 There is no music;No lights on or candles burning,
 No lotions or oils,
 No toys or games to be played.
 No pre-conceptions or forethoughts,
 No expectations, no consequences.
 No spoken words.
 No elaborate facades to mask the atmosphere,
 No exotic aromas or sweet scents to permeate the air.
 There are only two bodies; his and hers
 There are his lips.
 Not yet meant to touch hers,
 But to explore the essence of her being.
 His faint breath caresses the silhouette
 of her nipples as his lips contour to them.
 His kisses linger.
 They move from her breasts to her navel
 leaving a trail of anticipation.
 There are his hands.
 Strong as a man's hands should be
 Yet unexpectedly gentle.
 As he finds his way to her back,
 his hands cup her breasts while the journey of kisses
 continue from the nape of her neck
 down to the small of her bac...
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       | Another Day
 U take my breath awayand live on my pain
 I'd die for u today
 but I survive
 on the hope that
 tomorrow
 u'll love
 me too
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       | The Perfect FairyTale
 I am A perfect...mind full of deceptive fables
 candied with hope filled
 nightmares born of dilluted
 fantasies.
 I am A perfect...
 carcass of misery,
 whose, while waiting for charming,
 heart was blackened by
 venomous kisses
 left by an evil prince
 whose lips tainted
 this poisioned apple.
 I am A perfect...
 fool, grasping at
 the sun's intangible
 promise, scorched by the
 burn of my own hesitance,
 leaving my fingerprints seared
 with an inscription
 reading,"Only when you believe".
 I am A perfect...
 disbeliever believing
 reality reads better than fiction,
 and no dream sprinkled with fairy dust
 will magically imagine me
 somewhere over the rainbow.
 I am A perfect...
 unfinished story,
 searching in a forest of
 lions, tigers, and bears
 for a yellow brick road
 that will ...
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       | Open Invitation
  Never imagined making love to meto be calendar worthy,
 having to find time in ur day
 to fit me in.
 Compliments stopped rolling off
 ur tongue months ago...
 no longer the most beautifullist
 thing in ur world.
 Date nights have been cancelled
 until further notice or at least
 until u can find ur way home
 before morning's light.
 Conversations between us
 have turned into a one on one
 with myself since I'm
 the only one who
 seems to be
 present in this
 relationship.
 Now u want to "discuss"
 why another man is in ur house?
 Love loved u.
 Love waited on u day and night
 wondering where u were.
 Love begged for communication
 but u refused to talk.
 Love laid in a bed alone
 with only her thoughts
 to keep her warm.
 Love packed ur sh*t
 and left it outside
 where ur time,
 
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       | In Truth 
 Who am I to claim knowledgeon the essence of mAn?
 I'm a WomAn journeying
 to unearth the woMan I am.
 Yet, I bleed of HiS blood
 and I'm born of hIs bone,
 I breathe hiS spirit
 and live in HiS soul
 I am of hiM
 and by nature complex
 multiples of each otHer,
 divided by sex.
 I am hiS strength
 and HiS strength is miNe
 still we tear down each oTher
 one brick at a time
 I once was a QuEen
 reigning strong with my KiNg
 Now hE deems me a b**ch,
 a ho...nothing
 No longer regarded
 as a QueEn by hiS side
 reflection of a weak
 and hollow inside
 But again WE are lost
 in a lie WE believe
 that WE are not fruits of life
 but hate's poisonous seeds
 and WE sow these seeds
 rooted in self-hate
 cultivated in ignorance,
 producing oUr pain
 WE feast on this pain
 and feed it to OuR chi...
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       | My Playground
 The day I let my fingers walk around my playground was the day I discovered how much fun playing by myself can be. | 
    
       | Final Chapter
 i could never imagine myself in your book,
 written as an idea on your pages
 trying to define me with definitions
 that have no actual connection
 to the words being used,
 at least not by you.
 words like:
 beautiful, appreciated
 intelligent, wonderful,
 needed, wanted,
 Loved.
 no connection.
 i could never imagine myself
 in your book,
 beautifully typed on lavender pages
 that never stick together when you turn them.
 no crimps, no creases, no rips or tears;
 seemingly perfect.
 i could never imagine myself
 in your book,
 chapters lined with creative metaphors
 and imagery to stimulate the senses
 of those whose eyes and minds solicit
 themselves to be bought by your
 bewitching lies.
 i could never imagine myself i...
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       | Little Girl Little Girl
 painted face.face painted with
 all she thinks they want
 to see.
 trembling lips tinted
 with the color of
 brazen sass
 to accentuate
 the lie of a
 perfect smile.
 eyes shadowed
 with salacious blues
 to hide the blues
 of dying eyes,
 no hope.
 brush strokes
 of bronzed blush shades
 her sallow and worn
 face with an illuminating
 glow of faulty perfection.
 her temple...
 the sovereign body
 of an ignorant queen
 inviting her sacred walls
 to be desecrated
 for the sake of
 affection.
 she drapes her body
 with sex.
 a virgin of self-worth
 abstaining from self-confidence
 lays oblivious to the fact
 that every time she lets
 them fck her
 she fcks herself.
 she gives them all she
 thinks they want to see
 and every time they walk away
 a piece...
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       | When Love Was Ours
 It started out as lust that night our bodies met
 for the first time.
 That first kiss held me.
 That first touch bound me.
 I laid down on your bed
 and discovered intimacy.
 My legs rested on your shoulders
 as your tongue rested
 in my quiet place.
 My senses were awakened;
 stimulated by
 the thought of you
 inside of me.
 You navigated my body
 like it was
 familiar to you,
 taking your time to reach
 each destination
 as we both
 enjoyed you getting there.
 You placed your lips on mine
 and I tasted you
 tasting me.
 You kissed me slowly
 as though time would
 wait for us.
 I fell deeper into your
 soul and began to drown
 in your spirit.
 You were so gentle with me
 and every second with you
 was beautiful.
 You entered my body
 and I wrapped myself
 in that...
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