Good Things Will Happen 🧿

beauty is in the eyes of the beholder 

#melanin

#afro 

I agree I miss my dad

A melanin Muse.

Skin so edible like peaches

So many curves that help teach you to reach not only to use..

Yes be your muse

#art #poetry #beauty #melanin #muse

Sultry and sensual was she who embraced herself authentically

Choice.  Chosen Like a chieftess by the collective consensus. The making of this women in me runs sole deep, for my ancestors have danced and crawled on their knees... YET I beg I pleed I bleed. For a need of you, Chief. But all lies on the balance of strings you have yet to weave so that I can cleave. So unwoven I am like the unchosen.. I return to face the council..the floor given to me and im on my knees I dont have a thing to say, so ill be as it may The Unchosen

Vanilla

So plain yet it stains..

you cry wolf and I'm credulous

Ànd everything else becomes mundane.

Masking the pain of you basking in the shame.

.people would frown trying to understand how it all went down

So I store some parts of you in manilla folders

I deserve better than these clandestine folders

Oh vanilla,strip tease as i please..you on your knees..

Pleading. Kneading your want into crevices of my skin.

I impede your needs for I don't know where it would lead..

I remind myself vanilla stains

And how I don't want this pain

Cause it will make me insane and the safe words wont be so plain.

but scintillating we could be even if its just a tease i appease

to accept

monotonous Vanilla stains

I am the love of my life

Head in the clouds

Dread has no boundaries

My heart closed as God's plan flows.

Tear drops stay stained like dew drops and a birds song.

Whistling..winging they sing a song thats familiar and this place seems similar.

Bewilderingly

Everything is the same yet different, and I stand in front of a crossroad with my crossbow trying to shoot the right shot.

Any shot I give it a shot

Hoping it's in the right direction

Feet on the ground

Hope my arrow.

Me a broken sparrow.

Eczema

The itch I have, yet can not scratch

For if I scratch the itch

It will lead to a series of uncontrollable scratching

Allowing me to glitch and open wounds

With no cognizant mind....

That I'm actually hurting myself

Followed by self-loathing as to why did I just do that

Opening wounds after would all to satisfy the 10min bliss of a

Itch..

That wanted to be scratched.

Similar to sex... That most can't deny...

They wonder why did I just do that.?

Cause 10minutes of bliss can fill the void of a father that left for bread and milk and...

His still coming back..

10minutes can make an empty vessel feel whole

10minutes of destruction could help uncover a foundation

10minutes does help a hole feel whole but 10min.

Is all I have to allow myself to self inflict and further no more

Cause 10minutes is all I have look over myself and clean my wounds.

10minutes is what he said it would it take..

For him to come home

10minutes is all I get to scratch the itch I got..

#poetry #creativewriting