Insecure Perfection - Trigga Api
Change is constant but there’s nothing new under the sun, so i guess change is a cycle, where are you in the circle?
"The Trauma of Being…"
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
“Still Life with Police Sirens” - Zora Howard and Joshua Bennett
Tell them we kept it real, tell them our tongues were pistols and that (our) words were hollow tipped bullets aimed at your heart, and we pulled the triggers, tell them that we were kings and queens, and when we spit God manifested in the sound of our voices and the depth of breaths, the depth of our emotions that were too deep to take measurement
Sing About Me. Promise that you sing about me for.ever.
Pain & Joy, the intersection of rhymes split open like a C-Section rib caged in paper clouds birthing a masterpiece of exposed flesh & heart
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
After the spotlights go out
The music fades
You count the dead faces you sold your dignity for
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