I didn’t know that I cared
Until you were gone
I couldn’t help but stare
The way you’d sing your song
Who was I to think
That you meant so little
To me
Now I am as bitter
As the salt lakes and the sea
Because I didn’t care
Until it became too much to bare
I let myself go
Because I realized
I was holding on too tight
And that it
Wasn’t worth the spite
To keep me tied
To the ground
So now I float
Up and around
Waiting for the sound
Of someone calling me home
Acknowledgment of the fact
That I’m never alone
For my God watches over
All that I do
So don’t get it twisted
Or misconstrued
– The Educated Negra
She smells sweet / like lavender
The putrid sound rings high / Sour scents / Rotten things
The succulent lilt of his sides / smooth
27 is crude / 59 is all attitude / But three is beautiful
Bright
Mommy tells me to be quiet
But the voice of 3 / calls so sweetly to me
And I can’t stay seated
Ya see / I need her with me
Because 3 is the most beautiful number I have ever heard or seen
She sounds like the breeze / As it runs through daisies
And I don’t understand / Why I can’t demand
To have her with / me always
To make her stay
Momma says no / 5 is the right guy
And he’s cool and all / just not my type
But I’m not the type to judge
So don’t judge me / If I only
want to see my best friends in threes
I posted this to my classes NaPoWriMo, not my best work but still. Let me know what you think 🙂
Rae's Reads and Reviews 