Baby it’s Me, Maybe

the rise after the fall

 

Almost Dead, but so alive

whipped with a belt

marked like a slave

imagination saved

crying like a baby

courteous like a lady

bleeding like a waterfall

falling

but rising again

 

How many times have I got to say

I’m like Jesus?

cuz I’m not a man

cuz I didn’t write a chapter in that old book

ya’all just don’t see

many others too, make the plea

 

Almost Dead, but so alive

candy and milkshakes

needles and tubes

pizza and crabcakes

dicks and lubes

wheeping like a willow

blowing

but rising again

 

How many times have I got to say

I’m more than female

More than soft flesh

I’m an old book with many chapters

ya’all just don’t read

many others too, plead

 

Almost Dead, but so alive

digging, but won’t jump in

dirty, flirty

Einstein, fine

flowing like a rhyme

tripping

but rising again

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Its always tough to make that climb after the fall...but knowing you, you are climbing...and I believe you will continue to do so...when you are ready too, you will take that leap again. Very soulful Coco...poignant yet soulful. I enjoyed immensely. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

This is real poetry. I like the flow of thoughts. The description and strong lines create many good visions.
"How many times have I got to say
I’m more than female
More than soft flesh
I’m an old book with many chapters
ya’all just don’t read
many others too, plead"
Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote