Poetry, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August 2021
You mine still
Sometimes I lay back and cry still
Love kills time heals and I haven’t had time to
I mean for real you still be on my mind still
But I digress
And they say you live and you learn
and since you left I haven’t lived
The world gonna turn and for your love I will give
but yet still take
and our past dictates every decision that I make
The effect is quite prolific
And our union was explicit
And since you left I been feelin distant
Moment came but I missed it
But girl you got it
I just want peace, I don’t want problems
It’s like you gave up cuz things got tough
Either that or the love I gave you wasn’t enough
Felt the pain of your blows got the scars and it shows
And my heart’s on my sleeve and I wear it like clothes
And the pain still grows
Easy come, easy go I guess that’s how it goes
And it’s like I’m stuck in that moment and I’m froze
Icebox where my heart goes
Relationships won’t start those
Because my insecure intuition parts those
But it’s like you never missed it
Found you another but my heart’s in a prison
Waiting for you to release it
Or maybe I’m just trippin
See, the lessons that you gave me was cold to the touch
And I ain’t a quitter so I’ll never give up
You got peculiar expectations and I’ll never live up
And honestly that makes it worse
So I’m on the road to riches sexin every woman on its course
Hoping that I’m forgiven for misleading women
Offering it all and I didn’t have intentions
And I’m not blaming you it’s just one of my imperfections
And yes I have many and you thought that they were precious
And I just want to be the one that gains from my progressions
Celebrate my successes
And yes, I get the message
And naw I ain’t messy
So don’t worry about me coming for your boo and try to stretch him
Cuz you know I be the one to see slim and get to lunchin
And I know it’s not becoming
But for you the limit’s nothing.
Fiction, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August 2021
Her pulchritude stimulated my primal appetite, as I observed the arresting rhythmic gyration of her picture perfect gluteus, in her ambulation down wind, leaving her redolence in its wake, bringing to my nostrils a fragrance very familiar to my taste. She was something of a sculptural opus, that only the Almighty God could fabricate, in a spiritual realm where perfection is prominent & dominant. I ached for a closer inspection of this dynamical collection.
Stopping before a small stream of flowing honey, in the midst of fruit trees & candied flowers watered by sweet showers, she kneeled to take a drink. I’d never witnessed such elegance of configuration enveloped in such flawless epidermis, as if she’d been dipped in a robust dark chocolate, with hair like sable stringed layers of refined silk cascading to the small of her back.
Shifting my body to improve my angle of observance, I stepped on a twig & startled her. She stood and faced my direction. Her eyes located mine and seized them. I shuddered in embarrassment & attempted to flee, but my legs would not respond & I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
Her thick, well contoured lips did not move & yet I knew that it was she that I was hearing in my head. Then again, maybe it was her alluring dark eyes speaking in silent modulation, whichever I received it. She held out her hand to me & grasped it, shocked by how cool & comforting it was, its softness like unto nothing I’ve experienced, however simultaneously there was a surge of warmth that shot through my being. And with more intensity in her gaze she asked,
“Why are you afraid of me?”
Although I wanted to respond, my lips refused to obey.
“Surrender your mind to your heart, stop thinking,” she said.
I did not know how to accomplish that & as if she heard that thought, she came close to my ear. I felt her soothing breath on my ear & she wispered,
“Yes you do. Just feel it & let go.”
She came closer, her ebony eyes never leaving mine. As she did this, I felt an invigorating flutter of butterflies in my stomach. My legs flacid, I felt drained & yet elated. I heard beautiful R&B slow jam melodies, saw orange birds & river cousins dressed in green. There was joy & pain, strawberry snow & purple rain, when lo, all that remained, was she & I, somehow transported to a desolate place, that moments before was thriving with life, color & wonder. Now it was as if we stood in a white world from top to bottom & end to end with just us in it. She was still holding my hand.
Placing her head on my chest, I found her aroma was sweet and smooth like an assortment of rich, expensive chocolates. She looked up at me seizing my gaze. My heart throbbing, I gently pushed her away and mustered the will to remove my gaze from hers to see all of her & found her to be a symetrical brilliance of moving parts, that were orchestrated by the omnipotent hands of my imagination & faith in my prayers & wishes. Every aspect of her was exactly the way I wanted it to be, needed it to be.
I kneeled before her, took her hand & placed a kiss upon its palm. I looked up into her eyes, she smiled & bid me to rise & walk with her hand in hand. I heard a loud metalic sound. I opened my eyes & was greeted by the funk of a prison cell. It was all a dream.
Nonfiction, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August 2021
Rugged, hard and mean. Concerned, worried and confused. I have been manipulated controled and stereotyped, often judged for my actions but ain’t I a person?
Labeled and frowned upon for actions of those that came before me. Tossed to the wayside based on my appearance but ain’t I a person?
I am curious, inquisitive, worried and confused, often scoffed at when I expect a chance or a equal share, ain’t I a person?
Punished and condemed for exploits that were committed in a time of need and hunger. When I have depended on survival instincts, doing what the generations before me have done, and for that I am wrong? ain’t I a person?
I only want to achieve the American dream. Picket fences, children and a dog. ain’t I a person?
Why am I wrong for reaching for the stars wanting a house and cars? I am often reminded of morality, right and wrong. But morality is a great song that a person sings when he or she has never been hungry.
I mean yes you can walk the road of nobility but no one will remember you were a nobel person only that of what you have gained, and I am catagorized for using the method that my environment has used for generations to gain that wich I am expected to have?
ain’t I a person?
so yes I have traveled down roads that are more paved just like those who rode a train to freedom that tracks were laid by the likes of Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth and for this I am persecuted?
ain’t I a person?
I sweat, bleed, and dream, laugh and cry all the same so excuse me because yes, I am a person!