ms.
April 23, 2011
“spare any change, miss…?”
eyes catch that spirit glow.
miss.
ms.
mis-taken
missshapen
miss understood.
ms.
missinterpreted
miss-took for she her he and them
missiles misfired.
ms.
“what’s goin’ on, girl?”
shake my head
gettin heavy on that warrior tread
oh now i’m just pissed off.
and i’m stalkin my own shadow in streetlight
becoming extinct
can barely handle this old trembletrauma
6 weeks since the last peep.
don’t know why these men got me stressin’
triggered 5 year old guns blazin’
i don’t wanna embody my mama’s bruised body
did i really cut up this body to forget this blessed circumstance
where street violence in slurred pick-up lines smooth out
wrinkles in my battle dress
trippin’ over Her curves
and She’s left broken invaded
and Girl’s got nothin to hold onto but survival
and Lady’s first nightmare is wakin’ in uncle’s too big hands
and
He’s not gonna save us
and His swagger won’t get us away any faster
and coating our arms and hips in Him
won’t relieve us with silence
cuz when that Boy passes by
Men will still catcall
drunken with hetero fantasies of tomorrow
but the delicious reality is–
They are still gay today
and
I have never been anythin’ but
but queer always rang more dear
and now well
sacred clowns are singin in my wrapped head
somethin’ bout
We didn’t even try
but You’re the wise fooled again
into loving yourself and finally hitting on the perfect
One.
cuz this Spirit just got a little bit redder
and a little bit hotter
and a little bit more molten
and some healing has got
to
blow
up
.
