Ready, Aim, Fire


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I’ll pour love into you Pour love into the deepest parts of you Those hidden, seldom revealed places you’ve held for the most sacred I will love you Beyond reason or rhyme No need for space or time I’ll edify you with prayers in the name of your blessings I will petition God to resurrect…

Nakupenda


She wanted to see love so I scribed a hundred love poems with her name in every one Left permanent indentions of my intentions that could be seen even when the ink wasn’t present She wanted to smell love so I poured my heart and soul into grandma recipes and served her willingly until the…

Blueberry Mornings 7/30


Delicate has never been my style I’m more the fences, ditches, running with the boys type The only bushes I’ve played in has been between thick thighs and welcoming sighs I too found my thrill on blueberry hill She was juicy and sweet The thought of those moments linger I still crave hickies and tender…

Cornbread Loving 6/30


I can teach you to love through a pan of cornbread dressing This is the type of lesson that begins the night before Updated for health reasons Grab the largest pan you can find The type that looks like it can hold at least five gallons, Even if you don’t use all the water it’s…

Burning Leaves in Memory 5/30


I’ll never forget the smell of fresh burning leaves in the fall Smells like grandma Like Kiera, if you don’t get outside right now and rake those leaves I used to put lines in the dirt just to make it look clean It didn’t even matter that our laundry was hung in the front yard…

Still Marching For Justice 2/30


On the 4th day of the 4th month of the 40th year of your life April 4, 1968 Thinking of your decision to join the Poor People’s Campaign I wonder if you knew… That some decisions ain’t have to be made Some choices don’t come back All ain’t fair in love and war cause human…