Cut Ties

Shakin

a lot of salt

my way

I guess

it’s

just the season

I’ve been fighting

for me and mines

that’s the

TRUE reason

going thru somethings

don’t see Love

the same

family members

caught up

in a web of propellers

looking at me

like I suppose to be jealous…,

please,

not saying it politely

I really don’t care

cause

nightly,

I’ve prayed

to be wiggled out

of their

noose knot

finally finding the

truth out

I know what their

Love about

money

handouts

with their

filthy hands

only a few

really

understands

it’s always

something wrong

or something up

just to get

their pennies

to a hundred bucks.

Jayna

Hey baby sis,

the one that

I miss

so far

never near

your fingerprints

on me

are smeared.

Ain’t perfect

no one on

Earth

is…

wish we

could go back

one last time as kids…I wouldn’t

change a thing,

life is what it is…messed-up at times.

From time

to time

you cross my mind

but

our paths now

won’t ever

aligned

again…shrugging the tension off my

shoulders…

bye

baby sis,

I wish we

could’ve grown

together older.

Biological Ties Cut Young

Precious

at first,

beauty in the

fetal

position

in the

womb

watching a

human element

development…, Blessed!

Awoke at birth,

umbilical cord tied

around my neck,

emergency surgery

in a hurry

all hands on deck,

this babygirl

wasn’t ready

for the World

of mess.

Let me confess

to

my Mother

sweating cuffed

to the bedside

buzzed

out

on drugs

closed

gates

No hugs

or

Love

my shoulders

still strug

to

Why

You

did the

things

You

Did.

Born

from

Trouble

I kept

my hands

clean

to only

scream

at your face

in nightmares.

You

wouldn’t

Dare

face

Me

Now,

Biological Breeder.

Mother

is not a proper

label

for you.

Where could yours

eyes hide

looking into mines?

Children’s Innocence

You gonna get yours!

Leave the innocence

alone

stalking and creeping

to take

a precious gift

gifted

not to you.

You gonna get yours!

Raging at a

frightened child

hitting

a tender small

undeveloped

body

so hard

leaving scars.

You gonna get yours!

I served

to protect

and care for

the little

precious souls

trouble

in ways

that mature them to

Old.

You gonna get yours!

Take my words

however

you choose

if you

mess with the

precious little ones

You

gonna

Lose

and get what you deserve!

Closed Casket

I smelled

the Roses

before

collected

bouquets

as I

go

if I

died

today

Touche…,

No

money

can convey

I am a

limited

edition

classy female beast,

grew up

on the

east side

of my b-town streets,

No

honey

sweeter

to sting

your heart

with joy

or

buzzfeed

ya

right

outta

own

front door

than

thee,

five-foot-three

shorty

holding

University degrees

living

day by day

being

the best mom

I can possibly

be

praying

one

day my

son

can live

a

better life

than

me,

avoiding

momma’s struggles,

working

quadruple doubles

or reloading

a glock from

troubles…,

One bullet,

No

name

it aims

and claims

away precious

life

in loving memories

her

name

don’t weep

or

air-mouth-sing

to my

casket…,

I was here

before

smelling

the Roses

collecting

my

bouquets

from around

the ways

Touche…,

if you

never ever

gotta

know

me

on any

of my

Living

days.

Final Performance

Heavy hearts

flooded in

memories of

your life

dancing

back

in rewinds

playing

tunes

to

flutes

lively

were

you

feel up

on

happiness

popping

in

joy jives

things that

you love

being loved

by Us all

Now,

confined by

a white sheeted

bed

hooked up

to monitors

struggling to

breathe

as pain

shock waves

inside your veins

making it

harder

for you

to maintain

or entertain

energy

to live

yet,

we sing

wishes

for a

peaceful

transition

inside

and out

hitting the

perfect pitches

to make

you

always laugh

keeping

what we

know

of your

love and beautiful

songs

always

close

to our hearts

as we always

had

before

of you

everyday

we live…

we will

miss you…

crying

ugly blues

because

we wish

it wasn’t

YOU.

Life’mares

Cold sweats, he shooked

in and out of death,

silently whispering confession

of dark nightmares

hated

for years later

till death,

pointed a gun

in tears

to his left

lobe

erasing all fears

he let go

to leave

out of

misery…,

To

hunting me

again

he hasn’t left…

breathing the same whispers

at night,

tugging my pillow from

left to right,

hugging sheets

of repeated

whispers

hunted

sleepless

to praying

“My God Please…, take

this

PTSD away from

Me!”

Crossroads

Alone

sitting

under

insecurities

clouds

rain

strikes

lightning

all around

my

way

refused

to moved

sitting

back

anyway

into

my wrestling

mind

reflecting

life

as loving eyes

become

lost

hard times

stay

tough

and

street crimes

accumulates

enough

blood lost

of

humanity

to

witness

more insanity

in families

reloading the

shots

aimed

and ready

to pull

the trigger

in

cruel

intentions

to blast the

wicked

into

retaliation

ways of

Street Justice

for Us…,

Clearly,

mirroring

the same horrific

horror

in

tears flowing

out

drenching

hidden

rupture

hearts

choking on

reality

for

years

or not

to

hid away

in the dark

or not…,

Haven’t

moved from

lightning

why not…,

sitting

back to

Alone

anyway

or gone

anyday.

Hey, I Miss You

I miss you,

I really do.

I may not

talk to you

everyday, or

be grace by

your presence

in my zone

conversely

acknowledging

the recoil

resistance to

reach out to you

anymore

but…

my heart and spirit

with compassion

and admiration

for you

will eternally be

a prominent

part of my life

So…

missing

You,

will never change.