Ancestral Curse I am the daughter of my fear, It raises me to be vigilant Carrying the bags of her past Weighs me down Holding me down, Drowning me in self-doubt I am the granddaughter of my hurt, I have carried decades
Unscripted A poem created by Elle McLin Sometimes I can’t release the pain in my tears As I fight to get them out, weeping violently Pain struck, convulsions where body shakes Heartbroken, yet still breaks And each shard shreds me inside Once
God Bless the Child… When the world is not yours, It strolls to the rules of others In this life, the adults dictate the rights from the wrongs And they come with advantages that are never described, But lay strong in the
In mine she was poetry.
She was oxygen.
She was soul beautiful.
I have No Field of Lilies Only Cotton Flowers that Bloom When I dance Nurtured and watered by By Bloody Fingers that drip from being pricked Twirl Spin and Fly High Gravity is my Sky For I am unable to be
For as long as I can remember there’s been this shade that hovers just above my mind’s third eye and clouds my thinking It skews… distorts… and colors my view of things. And when I’m not looking it has a knack of
Thick Sista Some have the nerves to think my curves are offensive Too much hips, voluptuous breast, thickness in places That makes some men lose their breath Talkin’ that “sista please, you’re such a tease, Gotta brotha like me down on my
Pretty Soap And the old homeless man said, “Excuse me Miss, I don’t mean any disrespect, I believe that my nose is deceiving me And you’re the reason… I know it’s summer but you smell like Spring season” He drew in closer,
Raggedly Society (NPM Poem 22) Sometimes I have to defend myself from a raggedly society Where broken hearts and lost souls creep I feel like I’m in a land of zombies The light inside bled out and the fountain of wisdom has
When you cry, the wind stops breathing butterflies no longer sing the waters calmed by silence the moon makes you its center dimming lights for your monologue God bends His ears towards your vibration She speaks the universe into her whim the
Smiles and smoke soak this bohemian night spot hot chicks and red wine specialties of the house Jazz… just the appetizer outrageous contagious check this… shady cats in beatnik brims and copacetic soul patches cool spontaneous gettin it in On too small
Fierce and loud like a dark horse she gallops right in Every other sound is diminished Quickly it fades into an isolated silence, Bump, bump, bump Banging at my ear drums, it rolls right in startling my beating heart into a panic,
He Spilled his Brandy upon my Sweet Black Cherry Then Placed my Stem Betwixt his Lips Gently, He rolled it Caressed it and Smothered it Giving my She Sweet Black Cherry Drunkenness Blowing Smoldering Cherry scented Cigar Smoked rings around my