did she know? she got a sticker stuck on her,
in a box with labels pressed to hips.
they read a sign on her forehead
in bright orange sharpie scribble
did you know? or you imagined?
yellow nail polish on fingertips and toes.
even as paint flakes where paint cracks…
messy dry dribbles on toe tips
speak out bright loudness in yell-o
tears… despite smudges of eyeliner smearing
crying out speaking
drawing lines on eye lids
dulled shades of dark. shades of sad.
shades of thoughts.
echoes resounding
screams bouncing
on the afro, nail polish, tear smudges.
pent up breath explodes
release me
release. let be
and you, with raised eyebrows and crinkled lips
shrink mignon!


beeCha! beeCha!
*snaps fingers*
guess lately you just wanna exclaim your you-ness ’cause im noticing the trend. it is liberating isnt it, to finally be able to be your own main lover. i think im almost there too, seems like the sun never sets there.