A Thug is?

Inspiration: None other than the trillest Nikki G

Word: Everyday 

Someone who’s weathered the storm

Swirled with the unruly

Lived unafraid

Ruthless and dangerous

Someone brave

who’s demanded the truth

Created justice

Died for passion

Angered the law makers

My mother.

Someone who’s been

Poked

Pricked

But not broken

Sometimes unspoken

The trillest

The loud

The Angry

The Proud

the preacher

definitely the school teacher

my uncle

the grocer

the maid

especially the slave

the people

my people

you

the everyday

Chloe Hates Butterflies.

Inspiration: Everything has a root.
Word: Cause.

A dear love of mine
hates butterflies
she runs
and yells
and curses
and swings
she hates-
more than anything
butterflies

I've watched
for some time now
as she's angered herself
by the sight of them

and wondered
what truly
does my dear love hate

Awkward.

Inspiration: Woah there, I truly hate awkward situations.
Word: Disgrace

I don't do well in awkward situations
I find myself rambling
talking out of turn
nervous

I often fidget
and alter my voice
deflect

I ignore
and attempt to refocus

I stare heavily away
I become impatient

I neglect presence
and dream myself away

I breathe
shortly
my hands
clam
my heart
shakes
me throat
chokes
my teeth
clatter

and I
am unsoundly
stirred
and impact-fully disgraced

Ordinary Brown Girl.

Inspiration: I think everyone asks themselves this in doubt at one point.
Word: Same.

Am I
a great

Does my tongue
have merit

does my soul
have soul

does my heart
have character

am I worthy
of knowledge

am I down
for the cause

do my hands
create greatness

does my mouth
speak trouble

does my movement
allow laughter

does my being
excite pause

Am I anything
of importance

am I meager

ordinary

never brilliant

unimportant

the same.

The Truth.

Inspiration: Welp, about a day ago this is exactly how I felt.
word: Confused.

I feel lost today
I'm awfully conflicted
down right confused

I know nothing
(nor how I should be used)
I feel rotten or senseless-

I want meaning
I dream for cause
I want to be known
learned of
and practiced

I want to be something
radical
stirred by purpose
I want the world to know this

I want to be forgiven
and loved
I want passion
the soul of Aphrodite

I want to feed the hungry
teach the world peace
I want to pray for all of those
lost and diseased
I want to love the loveless
heal the grieving

I want-
to hear my dad laugh.
(perfect and painless)

I want to do
I yearn to be
I'm rather confused
and I don't know
anything.

Sunday Morning

Inspiration: Psych Wards.
Word: Screaming.

Lost. Quick. Wilted. Withering-
softly,
slight dimension
subtle, subtle purr, doors
short-lock.
Lights Up.

The scene begins.
(but still real)

I stand there trapped.
Eyes, wandering eyes,
heavily upon my face.

Don't look up.
down, around forward-
Walk forward
knees feet                         all forward.

Next Scene.
doors open
feet coming
in
long l   o   n   g
whispers

click, click, splat- typing
the phone
rings
rings
talking- look at her
hearing- look at me
sight- of me?
My front face.
All the rest-
trapped.

Scene Three.
Rooms.
Square.
Plastic.
Rooms.

The scene switches.
There's a cry
blood                                shot
cry
so. much. crying.
denying reason.

My God.
My sweet lord.
Lay with me                      please
hold this hand
hand tugged.

Transition.
Now eat
eat
crazy!
eat
crazy?

But baby you're not           crazy.
Eat!
for points
eat.

Scene Four.
Lay.
Sleep now
Sleep real good now. (said slowly)


Next Scene.
Phone rings
again,
there's....screaming here.
Bills here.
Mocking-
Crying-
all here.
Lots                                of crying
praying
wishful praying                  here.

Be Strong
stay strong
you strong
she say-

I say-
but for how long
I anit strong
weak- but for how long
lone-ly
I'm  lone-ly
hold me                           please?
But they're staring
staring
looking
at me.

Moreover.
I'm scared
this man wants to give me.

a teddy bear.

Switch
I suppose I'm reasoning now.
Happy now? I'm said to be.


Scene six.
Phone call.
help still help
listen
I'm tryintah
listen.
Lumps-large lumps
drenched
face
drenched
gaze.

Seven.
Visitor.
Lump
Hardening.
Words shared.
Nothing said.

Eight.
Sleep
full day but
sleep
sleep
sleep
now.
There's screaming again
other folks in her head
screaming
together screaming
screaming screaming screaming.

I don't like it here.
I don't like it                    here
home. take me home.
I, just wanna go,
home.
know home.
be home.
what home
what home
what home.
home no more
she say
you alone.

I Stood Staring

Inspiration: A writing prompt I did with my poetry group. "Write about a time when you couldn't find the right words"
Word: Quietly

I looked at you.
quietly, still
impatiently, patient
staring, uneasily
around your eyes
not into them.
hused, and timid -
I wanted to pour my life into you
wholesomely.
I wanted you to know me.

I stood-
feet weary
arms stiff
I watched your mind
wander through mine
you weren't into this
couldn't commit to it-
didn't feel it

I lost breath,
all of it
but you had my head,
so-
I revolutionized a self in me
determined to say it, to tell you
I refrained
I wilted
respectfully away-
hoping
you might say it,
to me.