polytics.race.sex.love

polytics

i am the lethally misunderstood democratic crack addict that finds herself addicted to the revolutionizing of this honey'd down America they call The Dream, yet it still casper's my mind during the absence of sun that our dream will be overcast with ill-willed republican shadows that will never liquefy itself into a legitimate reality where WE can all taste with the subtle buds that yearn for nourishment of a re birthed and progressive tomorrow...

race n corporate America

i find myself engaged to marry a place where i am senselessly shackled for my unique and beautiful color, i too, wave wings to rise like a phoenix from the ashes that my ancestors bloody bodies left beneath a tree i now climb trying to see over the BushES and past the mcCAIN fields of corporate America toward my landing destination and with no hesitation i fight my battles with hands clasped, head bowed, and knees bent

sex

figure its worth it not to hurt it when we get it we love it always wanting it but never lost without it and in the midst of it, some lose

Self.

Purpose.

Loyalty.

Love.---simply,
because of IT.

love
found it buried under a dusty cardboard box that read "for sale" , and since my mama had just given me a nickel for my troubles, i simply put the box back down, twirled the coin between my fingers and my pocket and kicked a few rocks as i headed toward the faint sound signaling an ice cream truck...