(cuz she was the 1st one to tell me who and what i was writing for when i didn't know it)

for k. l. moore

the world ain't ready for
you. each word, each phrase,
the globe sits spinning,
afraid of what will come next.
u put sentences in chokeholds,
niggas quick to find cover,
sister/friend.
my gurl times 10. infinite
love bestows, rests within
my mind for you.

wanted to pen something in
ur honor, wanted to tell
u how much ur name
made an impact on my life---
but... the words never
come out the way a writer
wants them to.
and i struggle to find
precise descriptions of
my love for you, yet
i make circles my friends,
since i always end up
at the beginning.

and you will be reborn
soon. she or he will
write for you as well.
will grow to learn every word
webster has to offer---he or she
will gracefully bow and know
u've mothered the best
happening to your life.
and i can see you privately
coping with motherhood,
writing when u can,
speaking when its appropriate,
loving others who love you,
because that's only rite.

i'd shoot the moon
with a small squint of
my eyes if you
said your happiness would
come from it.
i'd lay down my words, wrap them
up and ship them to you
because that's what sisters
do. and i know now,
all that you have, all that you
own, u keep to self, because
there's always someone out
to take it.

"u're writing for the cosmos, girl."

and like hell, i am...

©Tremaine L. Loadholt, August 2004






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i apologize. ©anita baker