Tell THE GIRL THAT

And the voices keep telling me
Go back to your houses
Sit down in silence
but I won't
I won't do it

They keep telling me
Timid is the boy walks silently
And when is the last time you spoke up
But I trudge on
I'm a one man band
Bursting forth
WITH GREAT ADMONITION
Get behind me

The heart beckoning
For we shall trudge home
to where the heart is
WILD
It is heard
with triumph
Heard louder
than the sound of
Times square
For many feet have crossed miles
Staring at signs
telling you to buy into labels

But none have made it into
this court of intimacy
Where there is nothing of a label
No image but a person
No more material
Just spiritual

There is no more timid
I'm not frugal with what I'm buying here
This human heart
I'm coming to this conclusion of WOMAN
Beckoning with all of my might

At the doors a great war in my heart
I'm churning inside, and I wanna confide
and at not hide
But only so you would come into my life too
Is this not an invitation

RSVP
Come you, only, and see me
Together we will be
HEART
HOME
WHERE it is

Finally free
Slaves to each other
Free of ourselves
Submission to one another

Place my heart on the shelf of our interest
and we will call these portraits home
For this is where the heart is

Snapshot
Caption titled
His AND Hers
They both own the rights
Two keys intertwined
To form something beautiful
One door
made of two
yearning people

And out of the blue
If I just asked you
just asked you
not with fine words
or catch phrases
Or a packet of that
packet of sugar, to be my sugar
your name tag

Or that packet of taco bell
hot sauce
that asks my question so I don't have to
I haven't lost my voice
So let me tell what I want to
Cause for you
These won't do
I'm not timid
So don't put me in this crowd too

Wrong shelf
I'm not going to placed on your suspicion
Rather I'll move here
May people see me
when they see that warmth in your face
I'm poppin my questions girl
I'm projection a message beautiful

GONNA DO IT
At least do it
Leaving a trace
on your souls canvas
Let someone pick up that brush and try to touch
Nah, that mark is getting bigger and bigger
I'm gone
Let's pray the nex girl sees it quicker
("At least that's what my mom tells me")
NEXT GIRL, NEXT POEM