Reverse

I hate that you’re happy

Hate that you moved on

Without, me

Satisfaction becomes of you

So content, in control

How am I? you ask

Happily miserable

How can it be that

It’s not the other way around?

It is me to who fills your position

I take on the weight you carried

Weight that is now invisible to you

You walk proudly in it

You brag and stop people in the street you yell “look at me, Look at me, I’m blessed”!

While people continue to move when I appear

Energies transfered in the same wake of sexual pleasure

Passing your vengeful demons unto my sacred place

I beg to God for your sins

May I wrap it in gift wrap for you?

Sorrow in a pretty decorated box

Let’s switch shall we?

I will indulge in life

You indulging in isolation and silence

Shifting reaccuring

I want your power

The ability to love without consequence

must be nice.

 

Poem: Me

 

Surrender

He praises my body entirely 

stomach round about curves

I stand in front of the king

naked as a jay bird, shy as a school girl 

He kneels on one knee to look up at what he is about to devour

He’s hungry, his eyes say so

His chocolate skin glistens from the candle light

Shoulders, back straight,

biceps bulging from the roots

His height ass tall as Hyperion

My stomach in knots

but i have yet to surrender what’s rightfully his

his lips soft as soapstone

i can feel him breathe

his tongue reminds me of waves swishing back and fourth 

wet and quiet moving with the tide

He is able to stimulate the vulva without touch

i call him the magician

the weight of his body and skin

fit perfectly on top of me

I surrender

i surrender

he covers every inch of my neck

He inspects it with his tongue like a doctor 

a form of punishment, as he smiles

enjoying the sight of my torture

My breast taken in full, freely

into his mouth

light moans can be heard from, the kingdom

i offer him a gift, i know he wont return

he accepts 

i can see heaven his eyes

his scent excites me 

nipples grow intensely like mount Kenya

i plead for him to enter me, my life depends on it

now feeling great pressure, pain, from 

easing slowly into me

gasping for air 

our bodies are now connected,

My womb the source of our children, his seeds a blueprint for our family tree

in, and out each stroke harder than the first  

both hearts beating, too quick to count

he says “wrap your legs around me”

Let me in, let me in

I comply

my pulse racing faster, and faster 

King pounding like Djembe

I surrender

I surrender

uterine muscles become tighter, his stroke faster

wetness becomes overwhelming

Centering apex, i no longer in control

King and i surrender

he clutches all of me into his arms

him and i reciting softly, “imekamilika”

 

Poetry By: Me

Imekamilika is Swahili for: It is finished;complete

Djembe: African Drum

Featured Photo: Pinterest 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Visit To Darkness

I Find myself going deeper and deeper

Where the dark goes

Total silence, excluded from the elements of the earth

Disconnected from all things

Body limp, spirit broken, thoughts paralyzed

Confused, where do I go?

Can I make it to the light?

The darkness invites me in

Throws over me a warm blanket

I find myself cozy here

Darkness and I talk daily

The warm blanket that once kept me warm, now suffocates my senses

“I want out”! I say thank you for letting me stay

Darkness pouts

The blanket has lifted

“we shall meet again” he says

Walked miles and miles to the light

I’m free

I’m free

I’m finally free.

 

Poetry By: Me

Featured Image: Tumblr

 

“34 Excuses For Why We Failed At Love” By Warsan Shire

I’m lonely so I do lonely things

Loving you was like going to war I never came back the same

You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood

I was wandering, the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home

You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave

I stay because you’re the beginning of the dream I want to remember

I didn’t call him back because he likes his girls voiceless

It’s not that he wants to be a liar; it’s just that he doesn’t know the truth

I couldn’t love you, you were a small war.

We covered the smell of loss with jokes

I didn’t want to fail at love like our parents

You made the nomad in me build a house and stay

I’m not a dog

We were trying to prove our blood wrong

I was still lonely so I did even lonelier things

Yes, I’m insecure, but so was my mother and her mother

No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot

He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me

You were too cruel to love for a long time

It just didn’t work out

My dad walked out one afternoon and never came back

I can’t sleep because I can still taste him in my mouth

I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home

The women in my family die waiting

Because I didn’t want to die waiting for you

I had to leave, I felt lonely when he held me

You’re the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick

He sent me a text that said “I love you so bad.”

His heart wasn’t as beautiful as his smile

We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love

Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you

I’m a lover without a lover

I’m lovely and lonely

I belong deeply to myself.

 

 

Poetry By: Warsan Shire

Featured Image: Getty Images