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What Would You Do?

If my soul were clay
how would you mold me?

Would you break me down
bit by bit, only to reshape me
as you see fit?
My soul yours in submission
my heart your own artistic commission

If my heart were a canvas
how would you paint me?

Would your strokes be soft and light
revealing my truth with your artistic sight
Or would you deconstruct my psyche
painting my soul for the world to see?

If my body were yours to shape
what would you do?

Would you sculpt me with your artist’s eye
using hammer, saw and chisel?

Or would you sculpt my heart with your own?
Your lust and love my flesh and bone
Your admiration and respect
giving shape to my outer aspect

Would you ply me with tongue and silky steel
filling me with life and making me real
A woman made just for you
every line, stroke and shape laid with exacting precision
part of your specific artistic vision

Will you search my soul,
peel back the layers and truly see
in order to evoke the masterpiece
that already exists within me?

What would you do, Master of my heart,
Guardian of my soul, Lover of my flesh?
What would you do?

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Southern Heat

Southern heat
bone drenching,
steeped in high summer
though it’s early days

Sleepy, soul stealing heat
98 degrees and rising
would that it were the fevered
heat of bodies joining

Humid waves, dampening my skin
slow droplets navigating
the cleft between my breasts
my clothes cling, breathing stings

My body grows lax
as the sun heats my cells
robbing me of will
stealing my determination
as I worship in forced
supplication

to the god of the sun
his will alone being done
as all I can do
is lay, and pray I survive
this southern heat

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TENACITY

Tell me it will get better, because I want to quit
Everything is falling apart
Never did I think I would feel so broken and lost
All day every day, I struggle to remember it will get better
Cause life is ever changing
I do my best to remember that I have everything I need
To find my strength and keep putting one foot in front of the other
You won’t stop me no matter how bad it hurts.

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Honor Thy Father

Reposted from Black Door Press

I want to honor Father’s day
I really do
but, I find myself thinking only of you

The man who sired me
then left me to own devices
oblivious to the multitude of vices
I cultivated and embraced
thinking my pain would be erased

The man who disowned me
and took with him my truth
left my family to believe it was me so uncouth
as to care more for money than how you
wrecked my youth

I wanted this day
to honor those fathers that play
an intrinsic role in the lives of their children
but I find those words hidden

Instead, I find
it’s you in my mind

the man who abandoned me
the man who belittled me
the man who threw me away

I wish, more than anything,
I didn’t have this to say
I love you deeply
even to this day

Rest in peace,
I forgive you

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Today I Cried

Today I cried
as I wrote my past’s tale

Today I cried
as I felt its lash however pale

Today I cried
as all my scars throbbed

Today I cried
for all the time robbed

Today I cried
as I saw my ending

Today I cried
from a soul still rending

Today I cried
and did not know
which direction I’ve left to go