Label Me Bitch

Not surprised by your labels
I've adjusted my heart to them
just a bit tired of them
but call me what you wish
no different from your mother
so you're calling her bitch

Fear what you do not know
refuse to know me
throw stones
from your glass house
your sister
my spitting image

laugh at my old rags
scorn my dusty hair
leave me
raped
blood covers
the side walk
pretend I wasn't there
I am your daughter
and you didn't even care

I wish
you'd stopped that day
labelled me
dirty bitch on the sidewalk

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Sustenance for Death

to R.A.M

feelings devoured by you
less than a woman
slop me down like pigs do
tear me open
expose my faults
highlight my problems
mock my mistakes
give me another negative name
say you love me
but hide me in shame
love me just enough
to keep me coming back
love loss
blood lost
wounded
weak
slit my throat with your tongue
no confidence to speak
slice me
dice me
like a fruit
you need to survive
give me just the little
it takes to keep me alive

copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Psycho Obssession

a poetic story

I'm under constant watch
but no eye is that consistant
soon
you'll see me running in the distance
within the wink of an eye
you were the assistant
my escape you oblige
can't catch me
I'm already too far
tonight I will watch you
where ever you are
You deem me crazy
and to some extent
it may be true
maybe it's to the extent I'd take
to follow you.

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Power of Prayer

Burning of flesh I smell
melted in the fiery flames of hell

Misery,
loves company
Temptations put before me
Greed, anger, lust
“choose what you want” the red eyes say
I bow on my knees and pray
“save me father, the devil strikes again”
A roaring voice shakes me
but soothes me like a friend
“Worry not my child,
I shall prevail in the end”

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Show Stopper

Lungs collapse
feet tap
eyes gaze
people amazed
as I recite
my poetry
on stage

My Arrival

back like a bow
caressing your arrow
syllables slip from tongues
tongues then tangle
slow
quick
hearts beat
limbs limp
blood gushes
not enough to the brain
pleasure erupts
though there’s pain
I came

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Blank

One day
because you push
people away
you’ll wake up
and your canvas
will be
BLANK

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Death Of Our Love

You kept
your ex girlfriend’s
dead rose
and my breathing poem
you put in the trash
and though my reply
to your actions
may be rash
you made me itch
at the thought of this shit

I sratch my skin

it flakes off

like the petals of

rose did

and
as little as it may seem
it meant a hell of a lot
to me
I feel like
your holding on

to her
I could be wrong
but I doubt it
your past
is too much in our present
and when you
presented that rose to me
I wilted
it wasn’t the only beauty
that was dead

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Stop Textin'

to ashley, wendy and any other sluts

I know you want my man
yea bitch
I intercepted the text
Got me all vexed
and heated
you so conceited
to think he'd wanna lick you
my man probably
would just stick the dick
to you
cause even though he calls you boo
he calls me wife
in the morning
in the night
in the kitchen
at his work
not ashamed of his woman's worth

And though you text
thinking you next
to make him leave
he's just practicing greed
He don't really want you
no matter what you read
It is I who feed
this man
in the morning
in the night
in the kitchen
and some days in his office at his work
not ashamed of his woman's worth

Quit your begging
that text was miserable
you know you're just a fling
coochie bags and that glass bottle ring
he put that fake bling
on your finger
but my fingers rock diamonds
and they truly are a girls best friend
in the morning
in the night
in the kitchen
and sometimes that's all I wear
bare
your soul
to him if you dare
flaunt that played out pussy
with your pencil leg jeans
drool stains
on your shirt thanks to baby number five
and I'll be damned
if my man is daddy number six
witch you wish
you wanna cause me fight
the outbox shows he says he likes you
right?
but to me he says I love you
in the morning
in the night
in the kitchen
and for always
not ashamed of his woman's worth
all days

And although I am ashamed
of my cheating man
stop textin’ him bitch
before I break your hand.

© copyright Tia L. Clarke

A Star

for Astra Simmons - R.I.P you will be missed

barely got to say sweet hellos
now I cry a painful goodbye
to a soul I didn’t really know
that just had to die

but what I do know
is that you were strong
evil eating at your bones
but you held on

they call you selfless
and in your pain
the rest of the world goes on
selfish

you had overwhelming courage
as we fear to turn out our lights
at night you suffered
with no fright

I wanted to hold your hand
tell you to fight
I told your boyfriend though
that everything would be alright

I saw thorns prick the side of your mother
your father in a trance
brother’s feet cry out
boyfriend wishes for another dance

I try console those who love you
ashamed that I never knew
how in so little time
a star like, you, Astra shined

and even though we’ve lost you
walking down on earth
how Ironic
your light is even brighter now
six feet under dirt

© copyright Tia L. Clarke

engaged

engaged
in loving
my man
soon
to be
engaged

Always, Most Days

for the ppl who love the ppl who abuse them, more than themselves
wake up

I love you
always
most days
under the quilt
your grandmother made
under the sun
sipping lemonade

I love you
always
most days
talking on the phone
‘til dawn breaks
talking at school
‘bout the life we’ll make

I love you
always
most days
when you beat me
though I’m scared
when I’m hiding
another beating feared

I love you
always
most days
when you left
called me whore
burdened with baby
pain endured

I love you
Always

Most days.

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Perfection

for the insecure

She’s so perfect
in a world full of faults
He imagines her
and all things halt

Her beauty is magical
day or night
but she looks at her body
and hates that sight
hates it all
and from the same angle
He stares on
He loves the same person
she loves to hate
for one moment to tell her
forever He’ll wait

Abuse of her perfection
continues daily
too normal to be seen
a problem
Alcohol
Cocaine
any drug will do
all because she desires
to please you
not Him,
to Him she’s magnificent
to Him she’s complete
but the world
plagued by faults itself
you are the reason
she killed herself

she tried to correct
what was already perfect
only He who loved her saw it
but to her
her perfections could only bought
He made her in the image of Him
this is how he knew
with short legs
scattered teeth
big hips
lips like a beak
all the wrongs she tried
to make right
ill corrections
to get attention
in all her attempts
she ruined perfection

© copyright Tia L. Clarke

Random Access Memory

for R. A. M

What if you woke up tomorrow
and I wasn’t there
If your story book memory
erased me
Poof…I’ve vanished into thick black air
If you struggled to tap into
all the things we used to do
If the heat of our passion
disappeared

Your eager brown eyes
that squint at sides
could no longer see me
a heavy cloud in your cracked head
You try recall
but blank shadows cover all
the slate has been wiped clean

But my morning of scrambled eggs, bacon and ham
cooked up something old
it evokes
what we once spoke
the wedding for us,
that belong to only me
of a future with a snotty nose baby
that memory is only mine
I pray that it rains back in the crack
and it will
but only with time

I’m glued in thoughts of what used to be
and by no means
do you remember me

When you reach out your tired hand
you knocked mine aside
you can’t remember
I was the love of your life

The name off your flesh pink lips
was not mine
and my face was the last to come to mind
My name is of a blurry stranger
you’ve forgotten me,
So
although
Random thoughts clutter
Access your
Memory of me.

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

Not Enough

If I am enough
why I am stuck
thinking I’m not worth
a Fuck

If I am truth personified
then why is my truth
I always find a man
who lies

If I am smart
why am I bamboozled
hoodwinked
tricked
over some dick

If I am beauty
then why only
my booty
not my face
you love

I guess I’m not enough

© copyright Tia L. Clarke