Witchcraft

Sometimes I search for my anger. It's a true friend. I can say and think what I really feel. It never abandons me. It holds and warms whenever I need comfort.

On My Grizzly

I want someone to lead. To the bottom, where they see me as the top.

I want someone to lead me.

My dream is to dick them, direct them without words. Destruction will be self-committed. It’s sort of my religion, the only real one ah “MERICA” believes in.

What is Love to a Man?

Once young, I took on love blindly, unafraid of consequence. I aged and so did it. Although blinding, I was given sight through the hurt of its stench.

I aged more but love ran free, promiscuous with young, middle-aged, and old, souls that dance to Marvin Gaye, Usher, Chris Brown and Burner Boy. Sing to Janet, Mary J.Beyonce, Jorja Smith, and Rhianna. Grown and sexy types, boys want to… Ahhh, help them come up as men.

Tired from chasing and planning an escape, I embrace sleep. Settling into its absence like the affection of a hug.

Other days, Love is trusting the wind to catch you, it makes the fall deeper.

A Gentleman

My smile means business. A kind, tense aggression, encouraging forgiveness. People claim they "only fear gods wrath", but if you force mine, palms grip your life tighter than a tired cramped hand holding a bible, damage deadly as white silence.

Raised by free men, who never left prison behind, my decisions were grave, depending on which women or friend you ask. But I remain, still a root holding life. Running since childbirth, an addict before I could form habits. Before inhaling demons that fogged inhibitions.

With a junkies loyalty, I watch my children grow, understanding less than me at their tender age, and how impressions fix you backwards. But they know which smoke to avoid. And they know love, thankfully not of shedding it through blood, or the unblemished concealer-distance- should never be the healer.

My children never fought anyone except me, each other and themselves. I mostly stay, out of those battles, because they need to help themselves outlast the war.

I do however, kiss, hold hands and hug. Showing grown man affection. Careful to explain how people, fools and cowards mistake tenderness as attraction, a purpose keeping us separated.