Two New Poems

Truth #2

It’s an uncomfortable truth

Seen when blood rolls on thigh

Or when metal horses pry one open

In the depths of some Black girl’s remembrance

Behind back alleys. . .gospel shacks. . .curtains. . .bed stains. . .extended hands. . .first dates. . .chance encounters. . .brushes of skin. . .kisses in the right place. . .generous smiles. . .or snarls

that prelude words like “bitch”, “faggot” and “cunt”

It becomes all too redundant

That most of the men we know, are rapist.

 

It Would Be Nice

It would be nice

to feel that fear

That small tremble inside of me when you lean in, real close-like.

Interwoven fingers

Or the way the tension in your shoulders melts after a long sigh

And for whatever reason, I would love to see you angry

Or listen to your bad days

Watch you study some written text

Of feel you hands touch my waist as you rest your head on my shoulder and mumble some reassurance or sex speak

Talking about something you wish to do

It would be nice to be with you.

2 thoughts on “Two New Poems

  1. Oh Im loving both of these! Love the way you write.

    ” most of the men we know, are rapist”
    so powerful…makes me think about a lotta stuff…

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