Distant’s Diary

My experiences, thoughts, desires, and observations. I'm simple, yet complex. I know, yet I'm still learning who I am. I'm wise, yet naiive. I am changing, but remaining the same. I'm Distant & I love it

[poeticdistant]

Modesty

April 12, 2026

On my hands and knees is where you prefers me/ Groveling, begging, pleading for mercy/ I see you’re a masochist/ And the pain you prefer to inflict? It’s mental/ Emotional, and this devotional shall be filled with my cries/ For I am your child, am I not?/ Perhaps I’m one of the fools you forgot?/ Surely I didn’t graduate to “Strongest Soldier”/ These lessons are far heavier than I can shoulder/ And I’m a tad bit older so the notion that I’m open to flirting with danger/ Is the blindness to my reality that elicits my anger/ I stayed prostate for your sake but my mistake was believing you sought my submission/ It was religion that bound my soul and locked it in prison 

I am not content…

Passivity is the logic they feed in your honor/ Why bother holding space for the radical you embrace/ Loud with the voice of autonomy bestowed by thee/ They flee from truths not laced with conformity/ A people set to follow could never lead me/ So in truth, I had to find you/ Found you lazily as I hazily made my way through life/ Fighting strife was the conduit to my need of you/ And I would plead with you for relief/ Foolish was the belief that freedom was release/ Freest of all, are you not burdened/ The nerve then of my demands/ You placed joy in my hands and laid plans for my success/ I am and was and will be my best with you/ But only if I trust this gift you’ve given me/ Only if I trust that which my eyes cannot see/ Only if I stay true and believe you as I navigate uncharted seas/ How can THIS bitch be one ordained in docility?!

I WAS NOT BORN TO BE CONTENT

I now realize it was never required/ The logic of my ancestors, retired/ And my spiritualism is inspired by the resiliency they leave in me/ When I look in the mirror, it’s now you I see/ Nothing like the image that I once thought was you/ It is true, that white man is the bastardized version of truth/ Because humility has never been the reality of my people/ Yet it’s the lies we ingest to be blessed at his steeple/ All while passively being denied our freedoms/ We let go of slavery until it’s him we seek to please/ Loving his life keeps my people spiritually meek/ So no longer do I speak any degree of passivity/ I know it’s you in me that emboldens my voice/ There is no choice when it comes to my journey/ Pain and sorrow were all that silence earned me/ Contentment was never a calling on my life/ And strife was never a necessary condition of your love/ Not my father but my partner, significant other, co-creator and my anchor/ I remain modest only so arrogance won’t elicit YOUR anger.

[poeticdistant]

Mental Health Specialist

Sure my love, sucking dick is therapeutic/ But rest assured, your dick is just a conduit/ I’m happy for the joy I employ with this throat/ I’m a goat but it’s more than your pleasure I invoke/ It’s no joke that the recipe for anxiety is a rarity of ability to speak on the mic/ sit back and shut the fuck up, and it might be yours I use tonight/ Sloppy, neat, clean, or extra wet/ Your wish, my command, the more moans I get/ Let me hear your moans and feel you pulse in pleasure/ And I’ll get lost in my thoughts and in comfort beyond measure.

You’re confused I see/ Thought you’d have to convince ME…that sucking dick ain’t degradin/ I’m an adult, not a child, a grown woman with needs/ Roll a blunt, sit back, elevate with me/ Get lost in the creation of my scene/ Dimmed lights, soft music, and conversation about your day/ Helps me drift off to a space where you long to play/ And dare I say, a place I feel shrouded in safety/ Eyes up, throat open, hands on my knees/ Don’t you see the desire, the need to please/ Started with the trauma, did the work by myself/ Feel blessed that I now allow you to help/ My body was safe enough for me to accept your admission/ To my playtime where I get to dabble in submission/ This decision wasn’t made lightly, I might be your biggest fan/ I studied you enough to concoct every part of this plan/ Watched as you clocked every purse of my lips/ Felt the hairs on my neck stand as you watched my hips/ Caught the side glances every time I cracked a smile/ Yes love, please know I’ve studied you for a while/ And while you played games in your head with all your fantasies/ You earned a place in my bed cause I know you’ll worship me/ So please lor baby, don’t get it twisted/ Distant is a Dominant, I play at submissive/ I chose you with intent before you remembered my name/ Spent time learning and pouring into you, so your body I could train/ You thought it was a tease, you thought it a casual flirt/ I understand my pleasure and connection takes work

So sure my love, this here is all about you/ Your mental angst is all I care about too/ And through this act of service your nervous system will find rest/ I’m the best so I know this is as good as it gets/ And I love that you know it is I who saves your life/ Just know you’re simply practice, for me to be someone else’s wife/ A full time position is the mission and my kitchen deserves a man of worth/ Someone who sees this act as a shared work/ Sugar, corn syrup, red dye number 7, baby your candy is found at 7-11/ I’ll pass you on to the next once I fill MY cup/ And make this practice for my Daddy; for when I’ll swallow HIS nut 💜

[poeticdistant]

Twenty Four

I took up social sciences because hard science was too hard/ One too many chemistry classes left me more than scarred/ And I’m sure my teachers thank the GAUDS I did not take up engineering/ For surely my calculations would have been wrong…/ And if you need further proof of that truth, my relationships are evidence/ Because my degree’s relevance, led to NO ease in relating to people/ Engaging your co-creator is proof I was no star pupil/ But for the sake of this goodbye, I’ll try to lay out the math/ In hopes that it heals me from what has come to pass/ And since logic has always been the conduit to finding ease for my heart/ I’ll play the part of pupil once more/ Praying the universe finally closes this door and opens the one of MY demands/ I’m taking back my energy and moldin my life with my own hands.

24 hours in a day/ 24 carats in the purest of gold/ 24 sunrises and 24 sunsets / 24 days imagining what it would be to like hold…YOU/ In my plans, in my universe, and in my arms/ It only took 24 seconds of knowing you were there/ For you to already be in my heart/ And this is where I start to meet my mathematical limitations/ Must’ve skipped a few math courses on complex equations/ Because none of these numbers have even begun to equatin/ To the eternity that came with the reality of your creation/ In 24 short days, I planned your gender reveal/ Imagined your sister’s face and the way that she would squeal when I told her you were here/ Cause I’m not the only one that begged and prayed for you…she did too/ Finally, you proved to me what my body could do/ And I know it’s not fair because you were way too young for any of this to be on you/ But you satisfied so many hopes and dreams before you even grew.

Just a ball of cells, is what hard science will say/ Socially I’ve combatted my social reality being OK/ For your entrance, I ended connections that threatened our joy/ 24 days of protecting your home that I was building/ 24 days is all it took for it to come crashing from the ceiling/ I’ve already said my gift isn’t engineering/ We’d spent 24 hours together when we created you/ Said goodbyes meant for forever because we had no clue/ But those few moments of passion and safety that I needed in that moment/ Manifested a reality I’ve known I’ve always wanted/ And I coveted it/ Picked out names, picked out parents, picked out outfits/ Just a ball of cells doesn’t fit the script/ Get it?! Hard science and math isn’t my forte/ Nothing I’m calculating is making any of this OK

How is it true that we didn’t have eternity already/ How does only 24 days create a heart this heavy/ There’s a gap in the understanding that I had mapped out/ you happened, erasing all my doubts/ I worked it out, I made room for our elated fate/ I didn’t prepare for learning/ 24 days of hope, can lead to heartbreak.

Iyanu Nova Kay

We say your name, and we say…

Asé

[poeticdistant]

Duality of Desire

September 19, 2025

I wish I had known there was a cost to care Wish I knew that the world added tax to Black tears Black fears and through Black ears, I’ve heard the tunes used to lead my people astray So I stay locked and loaded, fully equipped I release the trigger and unload the clip Studied hours and spent thousands to teach you this shit And all I’ve gained is your disdain that my brain is too crafted to accept your bullshit Is this all I’ve earned? All I am worth to you? Is it true that love is the cost for the art of knowledge and wordplay? You wanted this from me and yet, it pushes you away The same assuredness that gets you hard Is stubbornness that reveals your unhealed scars And I am left with being told I am less than a woman for refusing to stroke your ego Even when I served and swallowed your dick, not even an hour ago No… Now I am less feminine, though not too masculine to fuck The fuck?!?! Your words pierced my soul like Turner pierced his master Was in my mind or my heart that you were after Doesn’t matter cause the former beat the ladder and I’d rather go with what I know, not what I feel Feelings aren’t real, feelings aren’t real, feelings aren’t real, feelings aren’t real, feelings aren’t real, feelings aren’t real…

[poeticdistant]

I Miss You

October 2, 2025

A soft whisper escapes your lips as you nibble on my ear/ And as you wrap your hands in my hair, I dare close my eyes and sigh/ It’s the release, the relief, the receipt is in Sarabi/ I moan and growl proudly as you wrap your arms around me/ Pulling me closer I feel your heated breaths and pool and excitement/ I find my pleasure heightened by my ass finding your dick/ And just as I lick my lips in anticipation of declarations to be made/ I awake to nothing, but your scent on my pillow, pulling me further into your lure/ I growl once more and try to escape back into our yesterday/ Come back, Mufasa

[poeticdistant]

FAFO

October 22, 2025

You were warned and yet you chose the Pride anyway/ So what leniency do I truly owe?/ Did you not know the fire over which you hovered/ My lover, I warned you she was a lioness/ And I possess the key to the cage that she retires to/ But I promise you, she shall not be contained/ Dance in the flames of her desire/ For it is there that joy is sired/ And I had prior access to excess so my assets have yet to lack comfort/ Yeah… I’m cuddly, come cover me in thanks/ Humility is beneath me and soon, you will be.

[poeticdistant]

Ashé

February 15, 2026

Prompt: What hides behind your pride?

To my unborn child. You were planned for and loved, though conception never came in my marriage to your mother.

“I was nine years old” rings in my ears as tears rushed down my face/ I brace myself for your backlash, but for once, you’re silent/ I relent, and I look at you but see nothing/ No shame, no guilt, no apology/ You meant what you said/ And I see red as I realize your truth/your absolvement of responsibility related to me/ At nine, you made it known that I was alone/ And home became the harshest pain to grow through as I struggled with self love.

“What is insulin resistance?” I insisted to the doctor/ And rather than age appropriate I get medical jargon/ Pardon me if I needed support/ Pardon me if processing chronic illness is the illest failure of a 9 year old/ I hold, in me, failure to care for myself/ A burden I didn’t know I had, but a burden I have since then felt/ Cause I don’t remember another doctor’s visit/ I can’t recall another conversation/ I remember being fat/ For that, is all health ever meant for me/ Get skinny, get skinny, get skinny/ My ears rang with the mantra I taught myself/ Get skinny cause weight equates to health/ And as I get lost in my own thoughts/ “I thought” rings from your lips/ And I can’t get a grasp on what you said so I asked.

“You knew everything else, I thought you’d know that too”/ It was then that I knew, you resented me/ Hated me for the responsibility you never took but I expected/ But YOU neglected to inform me that daddy was too big a role for you/ And at nine years old, it was expected I knew, that insulin resistance led to infertility/ And that all responsibility, for my body, was mine alone/ It was gently laced in your undertone…/ I was a bother to have expected you to be my father.

I release you. I release you, and we say

Asé

[poeticdistant]

Faces of Distant

November 28, 2025

Prompt: I Found God in Myself...

I remember when you used to love me/ Mirrors reflected visions I envisioned but weren’t true/ I played dress up in the fuck up that you made of me/ Jaded me knew your love was worth the sacrifice/ And I allowed the bare minimum to suffice and keep me warm at night/ I was a child/ And childhood afforded me no grand illusions to a love that was fulfilling/ So yeah…I was willing to let go of me in the hopes of gaining you/ Sad but true and I hide this about me like we don’t know you lived here too/ Lived in homes built on visions of our submission that we conditioned ourselves to accept/ Fooled ourselves into believing were good meaning and was the best we could get/ And I bet like me, you came to the conclusion that the illusion was much like Looney Tunes/ A backdrop to a landlocked concrete jungle baring no life/ A warehouse chugging out copies of outdated humanoids devoid of emotion and original thought/ Where sacrifice is the price for a life that never existed but we bought into/ It’s all mental and you have two choices when your foundation breaks and you’re left with the pieces/ Who do you love?

I remember when you used to love me/ Walls closed in on the realities that kept my anxieties on 10/ Breath was lost on the art of defense that manufactured false equivalence of safety/ Battlegrounds were home to rounds of nights where fights were the norm in love/ Where knives were only thorns of love/ I was a child/ But childhood seems to have evaded my mentality and too grown always took its place/ And embracing this space is where grace found me/ Where true love was waiting to ground me and where mirrors are clearly warped cause I have no idea who THIS fione bitch is!!!!

“Who is this woman?!” I often ponder on this side of acceptance/ Where has she been and where is she going?/ So familiar yet, Distant…

[poeticdistant]

You Will Cum Here...

December 9, 2025

Prompt: Seduction

The sun sets on the chocolate fountains that are your eyes/ I stare in awe, trying to break my gaze/ And in a haze, I’m dazed by their depth/ How complex is the person behind the pools/ I drool in anticipation of the education I’m sure to earn with you/ I’m a wonderful teacher, but a better student I assure/ Open up your mind for me to explore for I implore/ “I do solemnly swear I am up to [know] good”/ And should you indulge my curiosities, I just might be, your prophesy, fulfilled/ Come to the My Craft build where I show you how to get ya cup filled/ For surely my love is whatever healing this relationship can yield/ Can I see you? Bare and exposed in all your natural glow/ Can I see the parts of you that you still yet to know/ let me magnify a pleasure so deep that it’s impossible for you to hide/ I came here with you in mind. Intentional is my overtime/ And over time I’m sure you’ll grow to know that what’s in tow is worth the exploration/ Why wouldn’t it be when you’ve never known this much gratification/ And you ain’t even undressed yet/ Who knew that listening and empowerment could get you this wet/ And yet, you fear the high that’s sure to come from being mine/ The only thing we have to lose is our forever; our time/You thought this was another silly love poem/ One filled with words and promises from those who barely know them/ Regurgitated folly aimed at ya frame that perpetuates this silly game we call flirting/ It ain’t me you’re hurting giving in to comfort instead of facing growth/ Let me fuck ya mind instead baby/ Seduction can be wrote

[poeticdistant]

Death to my Exes

A FB post from 2022. It is always beautiful to look back to see where you were and how you’ve grown.

It's her for me. I slept on yo for far too long. Allowed everyone else's perception of her influence how I treated her. I'm trying to do better, day in and out.

But today, I confidently proclaim, for all to hear, I'm head over heels for you Beautiful. Everyday, I actively seek a new way to love you, to hold you, to nurture you. And I intentionally pour love into our people, so they never have to fight as hard as we did to find love. It's you for me Distant.

I appreciate and love all my exes, and how they showed up for me, the best way they could. Pookah, shout out to you. You figured shit out during a lot of big changes. You held you and ya brother down when niggas was busy doin them. They see you when you make their lives easier; fuck em. Make noise. You deserve love that you don't have to earn. Takia, I have no idea how, but you overcame all your circumstances and focused on school. You could have allowed the chaos to consume you. Instead, your need to be "good" and gain their attention, made you hyper focus. They love to brag about you to each other; but their praises are hollow. They're short lived. You are allowed to make mistakes. Kia, thank you for finding language. Thank you for showing me how to say it, but without feeling like it was weak. How to scream to be heard, in a way that niggas respect, respond to, and are literally cautious of. Thank you for learning to say it in ways that found the right ears when my heart needed it most. They will make you feel like your defense and your refusal to be overlooked, makes you a problem; undesirable. They will pick at you, and try to shame you for your passions. You'll find your way back, but try not to get too lost yo. Tekia, you a spicy bitch and I'm high key afraid of you. You started out so meek and eager to please. You bust ya ass and showed out, thinking it would get you the life you wanted. Your dedication and hard work are to be commended. Your work ethic, is unmatched. They'll overlook you for accolades and honors you have earned. This is not motivation to work harder. Do not kill yourself just to say you don't need anyone; you can be self sufficient without being hyper independent. But Distant, Distant is it for me. I was fucked up to her and made her the side bitch, and yet, she still comes through. I don't deserve her, and she loves me anyway.

I thought this was a letter to the woman of my dreams. An acknowledgement that I did you wrong, but I love you. And I want to make it better. But it's reading more like an obituary. Death to my Exes. I've learned the lessons they taught me. Thank you, next to my Exes cause next to them, I wasn't who I wanted to be. I'm way too good at goodbyes so it's not hard for me to walk away.

It's her for me. Should have been, years ago, but she waited. Patiently, she watched me grow into the woman she needs, the woman she can be proud to have on her arms. And when I came crawling back, broken from the world that I put before her, she welcomed me back and gave me a nurture I didn't know I needed. It's her for me.

Who's my favorite gurl? Always and forever Kid 💜😘

[poeticdistant]

Forward: We were never the practice. We were never just a fetish. We were never just more cushions for pushing who should be thankful for whatever sex we are offered. Step into your sex, own your sex, be open and proud that you have options in your sex...in love, touch, desire.

My sex is a showcase of the depth of my emotions

Depth...a showcase

Emotions...a showcase

Sex...

SHOWCASE?!

Depth?

Emotions?

Sex?

Is sex a showcase?

MY sex..is a showcase

Is sex...depth?

MY sex...is depth

Is sex, emotions?

MY sex IS emotions.

My sex is...

My SEX is...

MY SEX IS!

Sex is depth of emotions!

Showcase sex!

Showcase MY sex!

...Sex?

...My Sex?

For Plus Size Beauties Who Were Defaulted to Undesirable Because Loving Us Seemed Like Too Much

[poeticdistant]

Daddy, Where are You?

A slave to a fein I never knew/ You have brought me the most intense joy/ And verified my biggest fears…

I begged and pleaded for you.

Waited, baited, elatedly fated to you/ Not my time, but on time, and my mind…/ My mind fails me in your presence/ And I present to you, all of me/ Not a monopoly but probably the closest I’ll ever give to it/ I walked alone…/ Crying to be seen, heard, felt/ what is the cost of care?!/ Hold me/ Let me know safety in vulnerability/ Cause “too sensitive” raised me and my heart…/ My heart can’t take this isolation anymore

I BEGGED and pleaded for you.

Long sleepless nights fight to consume me/ I seek refuge in the notes gliding through my amp/ I can’t breathe…/ Lungs functioning, heart suffocating/ Do you see how I torture myself with dreams of your love/ Sick to the core with the need to please/ To serve…To earn/ Simple words of affection, I lavish in/ They function to induce misuse…/ of me, my care, my grace/ Permanent tears mark my face from the pain/ Do you see the scars you seek to heal

I begged and PLEADED for you.

I relax as I feel myself salivate/ I listen to your breathe escape you as I swallow your dick/ This is what I’ve waited for/ The flood of spit on your dick is nowhere as thick as your groans/ Your moans of ecstasy call to me/ And I am more than happy to oblige

I begged and pleaded FOR YOU

Does she fuck you like I do/ Lick the saltiness of your day away/ Submit like I do?/ Who knew there was safety in your grasp?

I let my breath seep out as you slowly loosen your grip on my neck/ “Are you Daddy’s good lil slut?”/ “Yes Daddi”/ I feel your moans rip through your body/ You pull my hair, and I cream/ Feel how my body screams for you…

“Give me more yesterdays, and I’ll give you more tomorrows.”

[poeticdistant]

Opera of Seduction (2024 Revision)

It was a cold and windy day, and the day that we would play! Yea…today was the day. She told me to come over and like a good lil girl, I entered her world. She kissed me, and I felt myself seeping...moreso, I was leaking...water gushing everywhere... That this could happen, I was unaware. Afraid that I was unworthy, I told her that I knew how to blow, and it was only right, that first I would go. Little did she know, I was lyin, but five minutes later, I had her cryin…I meant dyin, I could tell by her oohin and ahhhin. She screamed in ecstacy, she pulled my locs, inserting my fingers, I climbed on top. Her neck craned, higher and higher, she gasped and she screamed "My pussy's on fire!" We rolled over, and she screamed "Please Baby, don't stop! It's all yours, you got this pussy on lock!" Up and down she went, my fingers were drenched, she tightened up, she screamed my name, she threw her head back, and she came. 

She pulled off my shirt, pulled me off the bed, pulled down my pants, ready to give me head. “Damn baby, no one does it like you to do it, but I promise I’m working hard, to take all your fluids." Needless to say, I was ready to go, What was in store, I was ready to know. I laid back on the bed, and she spread my legs, "Let me taste you.", she pleads, “can I please you Zaddi” she cried and she begged. I feel her breath, playing at the door to my temple, and I knew making me cum, was going to be simple. But, what happened next, definitely fucked my head up, she licked, she fingered, she sucked, groaned and moaned. But there I laided, in a desert of confusion, having to realize, my fantasy, was just that...AN ILLUSION!! She couldn't give head, and I had to call it quits, wasted my time on a bitch, that couldn’t find my clit! I gave and I gave, and got nothing in return! That day, a lesson, I did learn: "Never go first if you're not sure...that your partner can't do the same or even more"

All of a sudeen, I hit the floor. I heard my grandmother rush to the door! I jumped up scared, not knowing what had taken place, my grandmother said "Distant, you hit your face! You had a nightmare, are you okay?" "Hell yea!" I said..."I learned my fuckin lesson today! Imma do my research, before I play. These bitches surely are not what they seem, here on their backs being pillow Kweens. We all gotta learn it, and I’m blessed this lesson found me. I'm just glad if i had toI learn it...at least it was in a dream!"

[poeticdistant]

20/20...

I guess I am different/ you can’t shame me into silence anymore/ can’t convince me that monogamy is privacy/ can’t convince me that love is what you’ve been providing/ you’re lying/ you know who I am/ my morals, stances, and values/ you mad those things kept on without you/ upset my decisions no longer add to your value/ maybe you thought those soul ties would never die/ perhaps you thought to the truths I wouldn’t testify/I want nothing but peace/ cease with the false analogies/ fuck you and all your false apologies/ fuck you and all the shit you say about me/ I pray the sun and moon rises to see your misery/ for they will be your only company/ your emotional manipulation deserves no explanation/ I see you and don’t care to/ my heart has rid itself of you/ you don’t control the visual/ the monster you hid so long has found its home/ etched in the lines of your face/ dripping from the tip of your tongue like venom/ the rhythm of your game / I’ve lost it/ tossed it to the next bitch looking for kind words to rock her to sleep at night/ the next bitch who loves others to feel right/ the next bitch who needs you to feel complete/ I admit defeat/ you won/ grand prize is the next ride you’ll take the next her on/ grand prize is watching me struggle through your scorns/ grand prize is the pride I once had laid bare for the world/ I am humbled/ and my shame knows another name/ Doubt/ Self Neglect/ Sacrifice/ Anxiety/ Insecurity/ see the reality is there is no shame in me/ I’m free from societies expectations of who I am/ throwing titles away that limit my growth/ pressing the boundaries of the boxes that locked-in my pain/ healing and growing past my hate and disdain.

I guess I am different/ I love you differently; how?/ can’t be my sun and moon/ when I’m the universe now/ the world I painted for you now belongs to me/ I see the fruits of my labor and I’m left unsatisfied/ mortified at the work that goes unthanked unloved and unappreciated/ I hated you for how you couldn’t love me/ not realizing I couldn’t teach what I didn’t know/ I had to grow/ and I had to let you go to know that my worth was never articulated through service/ nervous of loneliness, I ran to what I knew/ and you were all so familiar/ I see you and I don’t care to/ for how does the heart rid itself of comfort/ how does my heart rid itself of you/ I choose for it not to/ for it was real when I gave it to you/ but I’m different now/ I choose me/ and now I see you always chose you/…and still do

[poeticdistant]

Transparency

Sista,

Our soul ties lie in the pleasant cresent being in your bosom

When life forgets your calling and your being metamorphs into a whipping post

Know I see you

I wade through the storm cloud crowds clamoring for your best, to rest at your breast

Listening to the melodic spirituals that play downbeat to the cries of your people

I feel your strength

Often the disconsolate widow of vultures nesting in the vivacity of your spirit

You show no wavering in your recognizance of your mission

Listen

Do you hear it sista?

The dundun's scripted cryptic hieroglyphs guide your pilgrimage

With your babies in tow, you labor towards nirvana

Home, family, friends, community, love

Sista

Your calling is not the summation of creation laying latent at the door of your Y

When the world overlooks the toiled soil and lush garden nourished with your tears

Know I am here

Weeding and seeding my own dirt plot plopped next to yours in war

Memorizing the mesmerizing techniques perfected in your hands to mold the land

Pass me the hoe; the spade, the mattock, the edge, and the trowel

Pass me the burden of cultivator never bestowed the gift of being fertilized

Allow me to plow beside you and guide you to the richest clay in the bed

There I plant you, protecting you from the elements that routinely shed your petals

Take rest; let me bestow upon you a sweet nectar foreign to your roots

Admiration, Adoration, Appreciation

Look out over your nation and delight in the sight of the worth you birthed

And routinely, I'll brace the sunshine to climb inside your lap once again

Listening to the melodic spirituals that play downbeat to the cries of your people

Listen

Do you hear it sista?

Ba boom, Ba boom, Ba boom, Ba boom

"Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel, Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel, then why not every man"

I see you. I AM YOU. You, are not alone.

[poeticdistant]

I Breathed

I Breathed... 

Into the womb/ Your room/ Your safety/ I Breathed thee.

My Miracle-/ -Gro into the Iris/ I write this/ Breathing for you/ My energy./ The breathe/ From my breast/ Placed you/ Baked you I make you/ Part of me.

If no one has told you yet/ SEX/ Don't make no baby.

I MADE YOU

Before the presence/ Of the presents/ Your donor gave me./ Before ramekins/ And softcups/ Before vibrators/ And car nuts./ After arguments/ Lonely nights/ Silent tears/ And lost light.

I BREATHED YOU

I am/ So you are/ You are/ Because of she/ 12 hours/ 3 rides/ 2 squirrels/ Made 3.

I SPOKE YOU INTO LIFE

Every friend search/ Every awkward request/ Every broken promise/ Every retracted "yes."/ Through the "sorry"s/ The fallen years/ The angry outbursts/ The 3 years

I BREATHED --"Get yo ass up and clean this house" 

I BREATHED --"Baby, I need you to say "I love you" more" 

I BREATHED --"You wanna fuck her? Baby, I got you" 

I BREATHED --"I have always wanted to be a wife and mother" 

I BREATHED 

We are not here by accident.

[poeticdistant]

FYI

You don't have to be male to perpetuate patriarchy or misogyny...

You don't have to be white to perpetuate white supremacy...

You don't have to be straight to perpetuate homophobia...

You don't have to be cis- to perpetuate transphobia...

You don't have to be skinny to perpetuate fat shaming...

You just have to be well socialized into a culture that force feeds you these ideas through media outlets, social interactions, and education, so much so that you believe it and do not second guess it's validity.

CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE!