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2 am thoughts

I woke up to the flame

The fire dancing between your fingers

You giggled as I stared

Scared you would burn

But you never did

You and him

Always knew how to play between the lines

How to push boundaries

Face fears

You both laughed in the face of danger

Ha

Ha

Ha

But I never did

Instead, I was your Zazu.

Scared of getting caught

Scared of getting burned

I toed the line

Until one day the line burred

And I became the flame

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Seduce me

I want your words to surround me.

Entangle me in your mind.

I want to feel each touch from A to Z.

I want to hear you think.

So kiss me with each letter

Love me with each word

Throw me over your shoulder with each sentence

I want to see your power, baby.

For your mind is my play room

And your words are my master.

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Shameless killer

You’re a collection of my being

Every letter

Every word

I see as a part of me

These sentences are my appendages

I cannot move without them

But they do not come from my mouth

For I can not walk through my tongue

Only my writing can give me legs

So please understand

My voice is within me

Not outside of me.

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A poem for you

Is it bad
I don’t care about your kids?
Your kids are whisps of air to me
While you are the ice.
The ice that heals wounds.
Don’t you remember?
I’ve never known yours kids, but you I knew.
For 12 years we wrestled and hid in the dark.
Teaching me to survive,
You protected me.
You loved me when I was just a child.
And now I see that child in you.
The way you vent to me
Tells me your heart is searching.
Searching for the missing pieces.
And I think I’m one of them.
And you’re one of mine.
Sometimes I wish you cared for yourself
Half as much as you care for them.
The demons.
You let them pitch tents in your mind
Cook fires over your heart
And eat at your soul.
You know nothing of your worth!
But I do.
I bleed with your pain
And it makes me sick
That you think you only see it drip.
We all see the blood, brother.
It’s pooling on the ground
And every step you take leaves a trail.
You can’t keep running from this.
You have to ask for help.
Because if it were me
You’d have already cauterized the artery.

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Dear Diane

I feel aligned with you.
I see me
In you.
When I first met you,
I knew.
I could feel your energy too.
The perfectionism, pride and potential
were swimming around you.

Me and you.
You and me.
We’re bonded.
Don’t you see?

Our past pain
Has brought us together
In hopes
that one day
We’d find to be,
What I would consider,
The key.
For your forgiveness of your trauma has unlocked the mystery.

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Cat calling

The horns would honk

The whistles would blow

And the men would stare.

It started when I was fourteen

Walking down the street

in Sacramento.

I felt the attention.

Part of me liked it,

I’m not gonna lie.

But then part of me also felt scared

I was being sexualized and I didn’t even know what that meant.

But it kept happening.

I’d walk

And they’d drive by.

For years this went on

When I was a kid.

It was weird

But it became normal.

And now as a grown adult,

It stopped.

Which some would say, thank god.

But in my fucked up head

I’ve been conditioned to think

“Am I not beautiful anymore?”

Whick makes me wonder

How any woman survives puberty

Unblemished

When they’re taught as children

That only their looks are worth attention.

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