I am a beautiful, loving, creative, unapologetic warrior goddess. My words are a part of my power. This is my truth: raw, unfiltered, seductive, and joyously real. #PoeticLife
It has been a struggle to remain in the poetic game this past week but I'm still here. In between my many obligations, I have kept up with my writing. These are the last 5 poems I wrote... Happy reading!
Crimson tears flow abundantly
Like the river
I give birth
To infinite possibilities,
New life blossoming
From my bosom
And my womb
Like the Scarlett letter
Emblazoned across my heart,
Sacrifice spills freely from my veins
Releasing a wave of redemption
for the fallen
And renewal for the scorned.
My spirit weeps
As ordained to
For the world to begin again.
I have an insane amount of willpower.
As my brother calmly explains this to me
So, matter of factly
Something inside of me breaks
All I want to do is cry.
Because I'm tired.
I never knew a tired quite as weary
I don't know where I get the resilience to
I muster the strength
When my mental,
I've had friends,
Marvel at my ability to remain cool under pressure
They express admiration for how I've been handling my circumstances lately
And I wonder
How is it that my frailty isn't more visible?
Looks are surely deceiving because I swear
I'm unraveling at the nanosecond
Marveling at the power of the supernatural
Threading me back together again
Maybe my will to win.
The insanity of the drive
Even when I've lost the will to move,
I've got to.
Because it's what I do.
Besides, I don't have time for no shit right now.
I'll fall apart later...
The whole party belongs to me!
I kidnapping every riddim
Selfishly, holding each beat hostage
I randsoming chunes
And stealing each sweet note I hear.
It's a full fete takeover.
I claiming every jam
Every Bachannal behavior
Every dutty, rude lime.
This whole party belongs to me.
Full Moon in Scorpio
And I full on scandalous
Soaking up all the sexy in the atmosphere,
With no panties on!
What kind of mischief can I get into tonight?