Slowly

Have you ever had every emotion traveling your body so fast beyond the speed of light
that the next universe could feel it too?

Something tells me people I meet during this life time were people I was with then.The gravitational pull is so intense fate had nothing to do with it. The kindred spirits are in utter dismay.

Valentine's Day

  I remember every day how I felt when I went alone to abort our baby, who was almost ten weeks old, at the clinic. I remember the way the clinic smelled, I felt cold, and scared!
Oh how I missed my baby.

Of course the best part were the righteous Christians outside of the clinic who were protesting, harassing me by telling me that I was a killer and murdering a life!

I remember a complete stranger holding my hand because she was paid to, not because she loved me. How the doctor sucked our baby right out of me with a machine. I heard the sound of the machine as if it were a vacuum. I could feel every part of the baby's body leave my womb and into the vacuum machine.

I just wanted to be knocked out of commission because I couldn't believe what just happened.  How I couldn't even say goodbye to him/her.  And when the baby was no longer there anymore. I knew it physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. My baby was gone! My little baby no longer had any life in him/her! The baby would have been one year and a month by now. How I will never forget that day of blurriness filled with tears.

emotion

slow streams of tear drops
hiding, failing, trembling into the pillow
with so much to say the tears mopped
up all emotions into a pale
and rung it out

steal away, steal away, steal away with me
to sea across the bearing straight away

Is there something I can say?
Something I can do?
To imprison the day
from appearing come morning
To keep this moment with you

the day will rise and fall
the sun will appear
the moon will shine
But the sun and moon
may never share the the same sky.

No Bra Today

Since I became the epidemy of what " White Feminist" fought so hard to break out of,

the ingenuous invention of the bra, became my O.C.D. along with my girls.

Yes, I said Bra and I mean breasts.

Of course they sag directing us towards the equator.

The ariola or " Deeper melanin in our skin which surrounds the top of the boob" area grows bigger as they migrate south. While in composing the whole boob. Since we live far north of the equator would means the consideration of magical full cup size that points at you whether or not it actually is winter.

Suck my penis Feminist!