Thoughtless Children
Do you ever wonder
while you are sipping
your morning coffee
or tea how many children
are missing?
Do you ponder
if they are still living
with lungs full
of clean
spring flower air?
Perhaps they lay
lifeless as the
rotten flesh of
decayed stench seeps
from a shallow grave.
Do you
contemplate ever how their bodies are used?
Do they slave in a hotbox
working tirelessly to fabricate
loving stuffed animals,
garments for lovers,
or the shoes on your feet?
Perhaps they are positioned
on the floor or a cum stained
worn mattress, needles in their arms
as their bodies are used
as objects for paid fornicators.
Does the
thought ever cross your mind how many babies have died in cages?
Does it perturb
your sleep at night their pleas
for their mother or father
a close sibling perhaps
on the other side of the pin.
Diapers soiled for weeks
filled with maggots and puss filled boils on their skin.
Do you ever say a prayer or shed a tear… nah, I think you just go on finishing your drink in peace.
An Ode of Offerings for my Queen to be
If you were my Queen
I’d make sure the Sunshine
woke up with your smile
If you were my Queen
I’d make certain the Moon
bathed you in the glory of its glow
If you were my Queen
I’d adorn you with silken kisses
and sultry sashes of arms gathering you close
If you were my Queen
There would be no worrisome
or empty hallows of remised thought
If you were my Queen
I would draw you the treasure map of my heart
from every direction to show you that all roads lead to you
If you were my Queen
Lighting bolts of accusations could thrash and crash around
me
I know I would be grounded in nothing but love and truth
If you were my Queen
I would mind melt with you, give you transparency
to see this domain of faithfulness I house in your name
My Goddess, My Empress, My light of truth and wonder
Toss me in a briar patch of scorn and I will wade until you
see that all I have is love to give you
Drink from my chalice of gratitude and taste the faith of my
love for you
There is nothing sweeter or more gratifying than the beauty of
your eyes staring lovingly into mine
If you were my Queen my only Kingdom would be you
Court Is
Now In Session
I object! I Object!!
I OBJECT,
OBJECT, OBJECT!!!!!
To being an object
of affection
To being a part of a
black
book collection
To being the topic of discussion
with
the boys sayin’ yeah I get to hit that…
I am more
than objectified chit chat
I am more
than
the sum of my parts
More than just a pair of thighs you feel up
nights
when you need just a lil sum sum
I am more
than
milky waterbed breast
Look into my eyes
and not
at my chest
My rump ain’t a place
to dump
your cum
My body is a Palace
a place
of worship
Idolize Me
…
For I am worth much more
than the Lump in your pants