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… 
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      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...  | 
  
  
  
       
      Another Day       U take my breath away 
and live on my pain 
I'd die for u today 
but I survive 
on the hope that 
tomorrow  
u'll love 
me too  | 
  
  
  
       
      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 ...  | 
  
  
  
       
      Open Invitation        Never imagined making love to me 
to 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 knowledge 
on 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...  | 
  
  
  
       
      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...  | 
  
  
  
       
      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...  | 
  
  
  
       
      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...  |