Phillis Wheatley –> poet
Phillis Wheatley –> poet
“Poetry is she and she is me. So since I be me, I now present you with…poetry”
Killing me softly with her words
But she dare not be locked away
Because with each word I feel her passion, with each breath she takes to annunciate each syllable, a chill runs down my back; fingers that seem to exist only figuratively in my mind run down my spine; all over my body, touching me in places I never knew existed.
And although he has my heart, poetry is my mistress; the hottest thing since the sun came into existence
We sneak off and proceed to have our way with each other
I tell poetry all of my secrets: my hopes, my dreams my fears,
And poetry listens; allows me to express myself, never judging me. Poetry uses words to console me
Those words become whole and in her arms poetry chooses to hold me…
Poetry may potentially be my soul mate
And we so choose to continue with this love affair. Dancing around the idea of expanding our intamicy
Because in the back of my mind I know that she is more than just my mistress
Because into her I pour my everything. My heat, my soul….
This is poetry.
This a chick that I met at Alabama State University, Jazz. I really like this this album; real smoothness about it; you can just sit and vibe to it. Give it a listen for a minute; should like it.
Inspire me to write poetry so I know its real…
I wanna fall asleep in your arms and wake up to you kissing my body in its entireity from head to toe; holdin on to me so tight I don’t ever wanna get up and go
But I digress…
Because a relationship build solely on sexual desires will last only as long as that last orgasism
I wanna know that we’re connecting on a level that to the naked eye is non-existant
When the police finally arrest me for protesting will you be sharing that seat with me in the back of the patrol car?
If I was Jack and you was Rose would you have come back for me; because of the principle ‘if I jump you jump’?
Even though its cold outside, would you still go with me to the park at night to play on the playground?
But most importantly, would you grease my scalp for me?
I’m hoping that you’ll say yes, so that I know its real
Because as I’m using you body for my pillow and you’re whispering in my ear….
I just wanted to know that today, you inspired me to write poetry
They’ve been preparing us since day one for this role they claim we must fulfill
Since the moment that little symbol on that little stick popped up, they were plotting and planning
Ballet at age three and what song we’ll walk down the isle to in our wedding.
We are the daughters; the sparkle in their eye.
Or at least that’s what we’re told until that day arrives
When we no longer want to follow the rules; we choose to rebel instead
No more pink ponies and daffodils on our heads
She would read me stories about princess and all that
But she never told me that one day I’d be going back to black
They tried to make me go to rehab cause I’d rather play with Tonka; tried to brainwash me cause I saw something wrong with beauty pageants sponsored by Honda for toddlers who couldn’t even spell their own name…
Now ain’t that a shame
Not taking this for a game, but whenever they ask I always say I’d rather stay the same
In a room full of people, it would seem as though
Nobody but me and you was there.
Perhaps this may be too bold but what I
Propose is that we go somewhere to be alone.
Realignment of our bodies will be quite necessary,
Occasionally pausing to replenish lost electrolytes.
Partaking in this game of twister;
Right hand on left leg, left hand on right leg.
Accommodations to be made for later interactions.
Taking turns coming to this climatic…
Touching places that probably shouldn’t be touched.
Out of this request for
Group games of monopoly will not suffice.
Heat of the moment like every night because
Temptation exists around every corner.
Sensual seduction and whatnot….
…These are my inappropriate thoughts
Everybody kept telling me to go for it,
And I knew very well you was a ho
Didn’t seem to matter to me.
I had been wanting to let you know for the longest that I had noticed you, noticing me, noticing you…
Hard as I tried to deny these sins
These thoughts of you just kept rushing in
Through my brain
Like, sometimes, if I closed my eyes…I could envision us kissing in the rain
Like, you would be talking, and I would be listening, or at least I looked like I was
I was getting lost in your words…
Trying to respond to whatever it was you had asked me
I found I was at a lost for words
Like, if I was in a cartoon…around my head would be those little cartoon birds
Because for a brief moment in time; I had fallen
In the literal and theoretical sense
But with my eyes glazed over and those birds around my head what I saw was not actuality, it was deception instead
Just something I saw and wanted in my head…
A simple fantasy…
But his name won’t be said.