NaPoWrimo #6: Whorey Angel (after Betty Davis)

She was a big freak!
A million orgasms
Moaning a bitches brew
Inside Miles head.

Brown and sweet as sugar cane.
She roared and hissed
throbbing fire over bass lines.
Heart between her legs
Sighing serpents from her lips
Licking gun fire funk and
writhing on guitar riffs.
Riding rhythms like a lusty
banshee wailing her soul.

They say she was different...
No, Betty was a bad mama
Afro funky and unashamed
To be Kali fierce and Aphrodite
risque.
Blistering sexpots and leaving men
smoldering in her wake.

Be careful, or she'll beat you
with that turquoise chain and
lay claim to your soul.
If you're in luck, she might be your
nasty gal for a night.
But baby she won't love you
Cuz she is a
Woman.

Naprowrimo prompt #5: Jazzy Belle

You are the only woman I have implored
for mercy.
Attempted to gain your affection
through subservience.
Ingenious, petulant Goddess.
Mocking me with your silence.
Kept me up beyond midnight
Chanting abstract words as a summons.
It delights you to abandon me.
My despair whets your feral appetite.
Licking artful fingers with a malicious grin.
This is our sadistic flirtation.

You thankless whore.
Unfaithful in your musings.
Requiring my blood and guts decor your alter.
Idolatry is your intoxicant.
Sip my worship slowly so that it slides
smoothly down your honeyed throat.
Tasting the arcane lies twined in your kiss.
I am impotent against your searing truths.

It pleases you to bruise my ego
& batter my confidence.
I love you despite this torment.
If only to gain your favor
When I write something worthy.

I wait on you, wanton lover.
Return to my bed and these sheets
will burn as the witches of old.
Desires as ancient as Sanskrit
slashed down your back.
Your breathe a Celtic mist
in my ears.
A symphony of one million crickets
against the snare of our hearts.
My tongue circling every cleft.
Until the notes shatter moonlight
and candle wax on parchment.
I thirst for you as the last
tear that falls from your mystic eyes.

Sun rise will find me alone
Consumed after our communion
Thoughts genuflecting at your memory.
The sheets disarrayed carelessly
As my heart in your palms.
You will leave a fire in my belly
& a twitching in my fingers.
I will write you another poem
Always waiting for your return.


Poetry.

Napowrimo prompt #4: Inside Out

It lies upon the floor
In a congealing pool of crimson
Wetly vulnerable
Unflinching before my sickened gaze.
Unable to escape judgment
The inevitable foot that will stamp it.

My heart.

Exposed to sunlight.
To every eye it would hide from.
I can't force it back in my chest.
It is obscene in it's slick, organic beauty.
Brazenly lying in the open.
Daring me to pick it up.
Reclaim it and make it safe again.

Hands tremble.
Ribs constrict around empty space.
I am so hollow.
I taste the blood on my tongue.
Tucking the screams in my cheeks.
Ordering tear ducts
To offer no merciful dew
To this traitor.

Outside, people pass by.
Unaware of this trauma.
Inside, I stare in mute horror
At my rebellious heart.
Knowing it will never be safe again.

Napowrimo prompt #3; Fears

I am afraid of leading a life of mediocrity.
Falling short of the promise of my potential.
Never fulfilling my purpose.
These thoughts keep me up at night
When I am unable to create.

No one wants to be accused of unoriginality.
Every artist wants to feel inventive and dynamic.
Contributing something unique and rich to the legacy of the arts.
Sometimes I feel as if I am a decent by product
Of every poet and writer I have admired.
After all, it is their influences that have informed me.
Even if I write about "life."

God, would it be shallow to request that
Someone remember me?
Find a reason to live, to change because of my words?
I know I am only a vessel
Cracked, bleeding and unable to contain my measure at times...
I sincerely want to be of use...
To this world.

These are the quiet fears.
Collecting in the corners of my conscious
Creeping in the shadows of this office
Sighing in bed between me and my lover
The frustration and anguish
That sharpens my tongue
Fraying my nerves.
I don't want to speak their reality aloud.
It's prettier when I frame them in prose.

Perhaps, there is a running list of things
I should fear.
Being afraid is not in my genetic make up.
I cannot bare the deep nothingness
Of living without being light.
So I will challenge the sun
Until I overcome all doubt.
Live and never entertain
being less than the measure of my own greatness.

Napowrimo Prompt #2: Right Wing Porn

It's the ultimate stimulus package
For these hard times.

Watching politicians masturbate themselves into legislative frenzy.
Bust!

There goes one over the peoples' heads and they waited
For universal health care as millions of Americans die
Of poor health and mistreatment.

Obama finally gets it in and makes the Republicans go limp dick.
There is no extenze of compassion for the citizens.
Working class is too soft core.

No public option, baby.
We prefer our rape overs in private still.

The Pubs like it raw, hard and fast.
No mercy as they jerk off in our faces.
Splash!
Another headline for the horny media.
All hot and ready to deliver the thrust
In our violated brains.

We are hooked on their lies
Like lines of heroines.
Sniffing the bullshit off the backs of our hands.
Laying prone to those in power.
Pounding our souls bareback.
There is no latex capable of
protecting our futures.

Our rights are up for the raping.
We are bent over, face down in our indignities.
Our tears and blood, the ideal lubrication.
Our protests prolongs the fucking.
It's better when we scream our agony.
A good fight always excites a pervert.
Getting shafted until
We split open and rot in the shadows
Of a glaring White House
Rich from our crimson deaths.

The ultimate stimulus package for their hard times.

America, you are such an awesome
Fuck.

Napowrimo Prompt#1: Shuffle Poem

This Place (Church of Today) - Kem
Do You Only Wanna Dance? - Mya
Goodfellas - Nas & Cormega
City of Gods - AZ
Umi Says - Mos Def
________________________

This place, church of today
Is a sanctuary pillaged of all meaning
The spirits of the people have fled
Searching for salvation in Shango's groove
Twisting torsos to the sun
Toes digging into the black Earth
Flashing bodies of lightening


Do you only wanna dance?

The ancestors sing a hot blood ballad
Shingling our flesh with rhythm
Throbbing pulses, pounding like the ocean
Umi says
We are a people of fire
Dancing flames in the city of Gods

We abandon our ghettos
Leave oppression in the gutters
Give the gritty streets
and gunclap back to the goodfellas
For we are at peace with our true selves
Free, beyond all understanding.

Freewrite In Progress

A male poet once told me he felt sorry for me
Because I did not love everyone.
He quoted Jesus, Martin and Gandhi
As if I should aspire to follow in their footsteps.
No one told him about Oshun, Yemoja, Oya, Isis, Medea or Kali.
That all destiny and desire is not defined in the footsteps of men.
That I am the daughter of women ferocious and self-righteous.
Peace is my path of least resistance.
War is necessary because I will never be pacifist with my enemies.

I no longer argue with white boys
Who think they can analyze me culturally.
Place me in the context of an angry Black woman.
Without knowing the bitterness of my struggle.
You love it when I'm sweet and flashing teeth.
Tongue safely tucked between them.
Swallowing your saliva and paying homage
To your erections.
Stroking your ego soft and
loving you hard with no regard for myself.

My mother didn't raise me that way
I was all skinned knees and pretty pigtails
Big brains and bigger heart.
Racing and climbing trees with boys
I never learned to fear men
To take their lies as my truth
To live in their shadows
& shy from my own reflection.
I am thirty years young
& I still don't know what it means to be a lady.

I am equal parts bitch and belle, raunchy and righteous,
fierce and submissive, sacred and sexual, brilliant and broken.
I am a kaleidoscope of souls wrapped in this pliant flesh.
Not needing the touch of a man to flower these fields.
Never asking to be loved or wanted.
Just this singing blood and beauty
Unbreakable.