Every morning/before my feet touch the ground/ In the afternoon/when I’m up moving around/ In the evening/when I lay my head down When I can’t see for myself/ I need you to have my back, Lord…
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Bones… a show I can watch over and over again–the reruns are salve; balm for my crowded mind–a distraction.
sometimes, on heavy days, a distraction is what I need.
to witness complex cases, albeit fatal fiction, I disappear in their plot twists and fall victim to their endings.
funny how the things that gross me out in my dreams invigorate me while I’m awake.
who’s murdering who is more than a pertinent question, it’s a means to an end.
AI-Generated Image: A Black woman with locs, wearing glasses, semi-doubled over in pain.
a body for sale (on clearance)
I’m at an age now when a hard and awkward sleep can throw my back out or a sneeze from the depths of my soul can summon tinnitus.
the body is a weird thing to observe. how fragile we can become when we think we’re at our strongest.
we can be swiftly reminded of just how easy it is to injure oneself without force or torture. depreciating value…
like a brand new vehicle the moment you drive it off the lot.
clearanced and marked down, wanted only because we’re now cost-effective and a hot commodity.
everyone wants the cheapest version of you.
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“And if I ever hurt you, I’m asking you To charge it to my head and not my heart.”
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AI-generated image: Two Black women; one has an afro and is wearing black rimmed glasses, the other has locs and is donning massive gold hoop earrings. They both have pensive expressions on their faces as they hold on to each other in a sinkhole.
away from you
Con Funk Shun plays, and I finally hear what I need to in Michael Cooper’s sultry voice… “That’s the way it goes on Love’s Train,” and you begin to fade from memory.
As soon as you float into another part of my mind, The Gap Band plays, and then I hear, “Keep running,” and here I am… trying to talk myself from chasing after you.
I am slowing down, finding my own beat, and my own words to get far away from you.
death from cold
cold weather moves in without an invite–banging at the doors of the sky, willing to lap dance the day away, as long as it’s paid in full before the next business day.
its pimp hangs out around the corner, strangling the sun and threatening to take the heat from it.
we all layer up for safety. we don’t want to catch our death from cold.
It’s hard to explain, I create when I need to–when the weight of life sneaks up on me and wrecks my brain. There’s nothing like moving words from one section of your heart to another… nothing like massaging your scalp to push out stories that have been trapped inside for weeks; a literary birthing of art.
Background noise, not a deterrent… I block whatever doesn’t fill me. I ignore the unimportant.
A writer’s words will see the light even if darkness has a grip on their sleeve–they’ll find a way.
My neighbor is taken with me — smitten. It’s cute. I’m sure it could have been even cuter if I hadn’t warped her brain by revealing my age. I know what it feels like to crush on someone out of your league… out of your rank. 20 years my junior, I’ll pass. I can’t see myself tuning into someone I could have given birth to.
I never thought I’d see the day when I’d say, “I am sure I’m way older than you. How old do you think I am? My guess, you’re in your 20s, right?” And right, I was. The look of shock that swept across her face was madness to my spirit.
Should I grow more gray hair? Am I aging backward?
The creator in me wants to poem the night away, but the thinker in me allows the words to marinate–to gel. I have to find a way to build blocks with the stories I wish to tell… to wrap them around the stairway to heaven.
I think there’s a race passing me by, watching me side-step and break my ankles just to be rid of people who are distractions. I want more creative things, like the stickers on my laptop, the titillating words of a fellow author, and the sacred sunset that’s never on time.
More creative things… I crave them, and until I am fed, hunger will ravage me.
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the crush just came back from Thailand; my phone is flooded with pictures, videos, and moments she shared with beautiful people who are more concerned with nature, clean eating, and knowing their history.
I ask her, “Do you feel changed now that you’ve gotten out of this country for a while, and breathed in the fresh air of another?”
there’s silence, instead more pictures and videos are shared with me, and that’s all the answer I need.
moguls get away with everything
when you’re a mogul, the time never fits the crime. money and influence can form gangs of blackmail, and people in positions of judicial power will crack.
it’s a game; players learn their place or find out how useless they are.
no one knows the definition of loyalty anymore and oaths are laughable at best.
and they wonder why silence is preferable when the body has been defamed.
people in power hear the stories, but they don’t listen.
Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-BookandPaperback) yet?
I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak aboutthe most recent events with a previous place of employment, as it pertains to racism and discrimination, growth from the transition after resigning from that company, and life’s foibles and overall experiences. I welcome your visit.
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