How did it feel when you traded me
for that cum stained face luxury
that everyone got?
Yes you managed to plant your seeds
in her soiled mound
BUT
will those buds make u a legend now?
You strut into my life like you were invited
so powerful, so strong
so BELIEVABLE.
I was wrong.
An earthquake that ripped me away
from anything familiar
would be more welcomed
I wonder what you saw in me
I am so different:
From that shaved off
drawn on
eyebrows of surprise lady
you already had in your life
So different:
From that immature
“leave mymuthafukin man bitch”
baby mama drama
So different:
From that 16"
Beauty rama
$30 hair
that stands straighter than, your nature.
So different:
Than a one night stand
pass me over to
YOUR RIGHT HAND MAN
Maybe that’s why you left,
I was too different.
My eyes are too real.
I don’t soak then in solution at night.
My nails don't peel off.
No need to have Tammy on speed dial.
My face doesn't come off on the pillow.
So your advances were hollow.
©copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007
1 comment:
"an earthquake that ripped me away from anything familiar [I'd sooner welcome]" I think is better.
This I think is where your poem begins. This is where it clicks intellectually.
Where the motor of the poem starts running though, is in the stanza which follows the one I've placed above.
The engine starts there and it is running still when your poem ends. That is as it should be.
Get rid of what you write without the poetic engine running or revise until it kicks in in those dead. cold parts as well.
I always prefer just to cut though.
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