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I
am striking, arrogant poverty,
in my paint-spackled coat and
thrift store trousers
You,
beautiful in jeans you
can't afford to replace
and ..
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I wish I was a tomcat, now there's a way to live
I wish I was a tomcat's that's a good way to live
All them pretty lady-cats got a lot of love to gi..
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When I arrived
I was another
bone to pick.
And perhaps a long-awaited
excuse
to fix the front steps.
The pine tree had been there
before.
Soon..
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You,
shy and boyish
your breasts flat
your voice blank
your mind blank
your luck,
bad.
I want to wrap your spine in my hands.
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I am a cleaned cadaver.
They took my smile with you,
my clown,
my shiny teeth and luscious lips and
velvet throat are gone.
With you,
my sweet..
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Tacoma
I picked you a bloom from the
cherry tree
and you’re missing something if you
do not see
the fireworks show in flea market square
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And why do they all fade to male?
I know this:
that in this world
it is easier to make a penis
out of a clitoris
than to stand, a strong butch ..
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Spoken word poem
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Still water
Still perilous water
still water
still water got a glassy edge
bottom is mud and the sky is stone
Jackson didn't heed what mama sai..
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I am not yet
beautiful enough
to write this poem.
My feet are cracked
and rife with
swollen veinsmy hair is short
and brittle
my fingers are st..
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