I hate when the awakened spirit dies the clay, I once molded Begins to dry Im jaded looking for persuasion a song, quote or a poem to restore my inspiration Yet I become normal.. Tho I adorn my body with large Tacky, layered costume jewelry Breast at attention, bedazzled looking clothing Cocktail dresses n details Thats appeasing to the eye.. I am not glittering inside Not bright eyed n bushy tailed Anxious to write the plot of My next adventure and fairy tale Sober in reality I do not want to not go outside But Conjure telepathy Remove the roof of my apartment And watch rain fall upon boundaries I created out of my imagination.. Teach my daughter to fly and Travel within the light struck prisms In diamond ring Id Ask antiques about their Earthly pilgrimage I would speak to a hand sewn mink cape Whose story begins from a cage, A pen on the back of an animal.. To the back of a strong Black woman To Her closet To her daughter Who could care less About oral history To a suit case heading from the South to the west For a future that Serves best for a de throned Southern princess With after thoughts of this mink matching with a dress To impress More than less.. A suitable man Whom is equally finely dressed This mink would tell of Conversations unimaginable To my imagination.. I would need no persuasion To believe.. Cause I can smell avon, cologne Spritz N coco Chanel When I picked this mink up Bartering at a local yard sell The mink would tell me about being Picked up at the good will By a professional shopper And put in an boutique store window In all her glory to entice Like minded shoppers Who loves a good story
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 00:39:05 +0000
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