I live in brooklyn

Where ma vie en rose is only what would've been with a different address.
No respect on the cusp,
I had many
Disposable contacts.
People I ran into on the B38 visting a cousin I didn't really like.
I wanted friends of my own.
Real ones
On the other side.

Shift

Pops plucks me up in a Benz,
And we travel to the Fort in a bubble.
He comments on my "hungry" clothes and takes me shopping to satiate himself.
He treats me like his #1 daughther,
And takes me to dinner to celebrate nothing.
But I'm his only daughter.
He just smiles when I tell him.

We sing about my mother (cuz she wanted better for me)
And I let him demonify her sister (cuz she wants my money, not me)
I smile
and
I cringe
Contemplating the definition of "bougie"
And what it means to be that on christmas and kwanza.

Shift

My brother and I split Pop's six figures in half,
3.5 and 2.5, because girls can't be a Jr.
Bro moves to the bronx with his mom-
he starts to braid his hair.
I move from literature to cable-tv with my bitter aunt-
she starts to listen to Nas.
Shit is hard.

Shift

J-line Broadway after dark ceases to trigger fear,
more like curiosity now.
I go to the store when there's nothing to buy.
Learning 'hood life by voluntary immersion.
But there's so much I seem to lack.
My skin is too light.
My hair "takes" too easy.
And my voice is too soft.
And I smile too much.
But I swear I understand.

Shift

Pops smiles,
But he cringes too.
At my new small afro.

I travel the B38 line with confidence to visit a cousin i love.
The street chuckles and points my way:
I am accepted, but only as the prodigal.
Someone on the bus says
"Some people never learn."

at a time when inspiration

is needed (at least for me)

these lines:

I wanted friends of my own.
Real ones
On the other side.

Shift

Pops plucks me up in a Benz,
And we travel to the Fort in a bubble.
He comments on my "hungry" clothes and takes me shopping to satiate himself.
He treats me like his #1 daughther,
And takes me to dinner to celebrate nothing.
But I'm his only daughter.
He just smiles when I tell him.

We sing about my mother (cuz she wanted better for me)
And I let him demonify her sister (cuz she wants my money, not me)
I smile
and
I cringe
Contemplating the definition of "bougie"
And what it means to be that on christmas and kwanza.

makes me wonder just what else you may have in store.

wonderful writing, very expressive, and visual. Peace~

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Pinwheels and HulaHoops|the book
http://www.lulu.com/content/132318
http://msmind.blogspot.com|the life

l'amour est la médecine fidèle d'un dieu.
i'm aching for your awe ©ms mimi diva

& the first & last stanza

hold the most

for me

i just want chu to know
how i feel
how i feel

I travel the B38 line with confidence to visit a cousin i love.
The street chuckles and points my way:
I am accepted, but only as the prodigal.

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I am in love with the last line. Thank you for sharing this with us.

http://worthwatering.blogspot.com
Can it be I stayed away too long?/
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/
It's not my thing trying to get back/
But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five

this reads as smaller poems in my head...nice drop...big shout out to bed-stuy...love miss k

if you didn't define yourself for yourself you'd be crunched into other peoples fantasies of you an eaten alive.

audre lorde

And I like it--
both the work and the method.
It's bopping down all these different paths
while not losing the meaning.


yeah, definitely keep this one.




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I want to reach a little closer
to the world and see if we can share
some illuminations together about each other.

- Lorraine Hansberry

haven't said that in years...feel weird on my tounge...

"bopping" - perfect word...

wait.....brb...

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