It's TimeA Poem by Kat Williamssomething...
It's time
I wanna move the air here is stale been breathing it so long that it taken me this long to smell the rotten underneath festering the people here are no good burnt by and lied on has finally taught me that women are women f**k'em only I'm to weak from hunger cause my appetite hasn't been fulfilled in ages as I have feasted on a steady diet of stifled dreams and realizations of this will never be f**k'em only it isn't that simple because like all plants roots have to be planted one day to grow except I I wanna be the continual seed carried by bird in beak and animal skin stuck to when grazing carried to wandering lands letting wind blows determine my direction not shaped by human constructs of this is what a black woman should do and what a black woman should want and what a black woman should be and f**k'em I didn't ask for this pathway and I didn't ask for this birth and I ain't giving no quarter to the relief fund that is me f**k me only I don't particularly care for masturbation as it produces nothing but solitary sweat and small wet stains that smell of me and that reminds me that me is who I'm f*****g over daily as I run from being grown and run from being alone so I can blame it on her and them as I move on to new sights new sounds new smells wonder how long before the air turns stale? © 2009 Kat Williams |
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1 Review Added on March 12, 2009 AuthorKat WilliamsAtlanta, GAAboutIf you are bored..well not really but if you are in a clicking mode check out my book "black girl love" and podcast.... www.anondrawilliams.com www.blogtalkradio.com/sippin-on-ink I write...I e.. more..Writing
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