But for you.
You need to settle into your skin comfortably.
Love like a river.
You need to be!
I promise you..
Alcohol always tastes like
Women with no strength for teaching
The ones who lost their love in the laundry
Women who stitch their fears to bar glasses
Who never told me to button my jumpy bones
Is not a good friend of mine
We are about as close as
The quiet grazing an ex lover's mouth
And the thunder lapping tongue between his & mine.
My tonsils don't hold sun storms well.
Sweaty hands can unhook
Even the most strategically placed underwire
I own secrets in that metal
Can you handle the breaths beneath the bra?
I start to remember
I cannot afford the morning.
Cotton swished aftermath
A sunrise too wooden to make peace with.
I lose the pieces.
I know that this is a new year, and the past is past and all...
But I just can't forget where I came from.
Where I was. It keeps chasing me.
Something about it just won't let me be...
This Is Cheyenne.
October 3rd, around 1 a.m. she became the victim of a stray bullet. She was shot in the back.
She was pronounced dead at Harlem Hospital.
She was only 17.
It is so heartbreaking, not only to her mother, not only to her family and friends, but just the story itself.
I didn't know her personally but I've seen her around. She lived around my neighborhood. My cousins were closest to her.
She is described as a sweet girl, always looking for laughter. It is such a tragic loss.
How many more have to fall victim to senseless shooting, to senseless violence, before something is actually done about it?
Enough is enough.
No one should have to pass on before they reach their prime.
*Baby steps back into my focus.
I've been so unfocused lately.
I need to start writing like I'm running again.*
There's just something about the way
Doubt sits in your spit
And the spit sits in your lie
The way the lie hits your breath
When you realize you loved me past Wednesday.
I cradle myself
Into routine baptism
Dunking away the denial
Rippling in the scream I've thrown you
You catch it like a cramp
In the crooked noose of your neck.
You disappear before I see you.
I know you were there.
Don't tell me this space never felt your presence
Cock eyed smile
Alley slanted grin
You were standing next to me.
You leave me undefended.
I jerk around battles bigger
Than any nightmare. Closer
Than jolting backwards into arms
That could never jerk me forward in time.
I open my eyes
I take a deep breath
And thank the lucky stars for the solidness of bed sides.
So I went to my friend Tzitzi’s graduation today. She spit a poem for the ceremony.
(Get ready for a soft ass moment here)
Of course it touched me (not inappropriately. she’s kinda amazing) because the message was so true. So I decided to share it with all of you graduates. Hopefully it inspires you to keep achieving and dreaming and all that good shit.
Little girl Art
Is a mixtape CD the radio would never put on rotation.
Too much truth lingers in her tongue
Over a hip hop beat tangled with a jazz sample.
She has the heart of a subway train performer somewhere in Union Square.
She’s not asking for much though,
Just tokens of appreciation in her Styrofoam cup of lyrics
Her mother tells her to keep her head up ….
As if she’s having staring contests with the clouds
Because the gravity of life is so quick to put you down.
Discouraged in her skin,
She puts her head facing the ground.
Asks herself what is the reason for following her voice if no one cares to listen
Why bother chasing dreams,
When the jungles in between seem only to break her self esteem
Life is a game with no teams.
She wants to be a successful musician - not a celebrity
She knows the paparazzi camera lenses
Are just the eyes of critics ready to mimic her strength,
They only want to snake her,
never build her, only break her,
Cause the cameras only take enough to make you fake.
It’s not about what they can dance to,
It’s about what they can relate to.
Your music has the heart of a million dead legends
You can’t quit.
Too many people live nightmares never chasing their dreams -
And I swear you have the will to find a way.
Dreams are always closer than they appear like side-view mirrors.
Just look once in a while.
Talk like you own your destiny.
Walk like the inside of a gun barrel,
Never let them tell you that you don’t have enough fire in you.
Breathe off passion.
Live off your talent
Never let the cameras, and radio stations define you.
Never let a speed bump in the road get you off track jack,
You’ll be fine, you can get through the rough.
Life is tough.
But never enough a game one can’t win in.
Little girl Art
Stays true to self
Keeps her dreams quilted around the fiery cage of her walk.
She breathes a thousand tomorrow’s
Custom made for the voice of a thousand dead legends,
She is the mixtape
Gone in the wind for every dream a man,
Or woman has made a U-turn from
Needing the radio to remind them..
They are not alone.
She, too, once neglected her destiny
Only to find that living a life that wasn’t on her to-be list
Was the same as living a life that wasn’t her own
Mommy tells her,
In life, there are two streets.
The one that’s yours,
And the one you’ll learn not to take again.
Choose your path,
Be the soldier on the lines of the etch-a-sketched life you create,
Right, left, right, left
Be right in all you do even if it’s considered left field,
Never let your dreams be left unreal
Do what makes you happy.
Just make the sky seem further,
But never let it candy coat your eyes in
Believing things are impossible.
Little girl Art
Is the Mixtape CD somewhere inside your heart right now..
And she wants to let you know,
That dreaming big…
Is the same…
As dreaming possible.