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[aarpoetry241]

You loved me as much as anyone could love a season or a cup of tea You sit down and enjoy my breeze You wake up to drink me in And then, I change Then, I am gone But you do not chase me And you do not call my name You simply enjoy different things now You are into a new season, and now you prefer Red Bull You say it will give you wings But we both know it never will Once, I was your reason for deep breathing and peaceful smiles But you have forgotten the feel of my skin You don’t remember how my heart tastes You fill your blood with alcohol and you paint over all the walls we built together If I had known these walls would keep me out I never would have built with you But, you loved me as much as you could And it’s beautiful and tragic Because I was just a season Just a cup of tea And after winter passed You lost your taste for me. -AshleyAnne #ashleyanne #aarpoetry #prose #seasonal #redbull #cupoftea #lit #qotd #spilledink #creativewriting #instagood #indiepoetry #poetess #ladypoet #ladyauthor #photoshop #writersofinstagram #poetrycommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/B4XFUmthJO-/?igshid=1uqh6fed8fhgk

[aarpoetry241]

So ready for the weekend.⁣ I’ll be partying it up by doing about 29475749 loads of laundry, deep cleaning my house, and picking up dog 💩 from the yard.⁣ What are your plans?⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ #ashleyanne #aarpoetry #ladypoet #ladypower #weekendvibes #lit #poetess #poetrycommunity #publishedauthor #writer #itsthefreakinweekend #selfie #thisistheselfieofagirlwhocriedariveranddrownthewholeworld #laundry #todolists #busybusy #dogpoop #eyes #smirk #whatsyourplan https://www.instagram.com/p/B0ZhDvnh3YB/?igshid=k0ovthna6j76

[theteddyblaze]

OMG on the bond that is the #sundayteapoets #SALUTE Reposted from @ladybspeaks - Word to @wanpoetry for capturing my performance of “I Talk Black” down in Texas, get my book or cd ”With My Head Unbowed” at ladybrion.com #ladybspeaks #ladypoet #spokenword #baltimorepoet #DewMore #LBSGANG #blackpoetry (at Houston, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs9SLSug5AF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xuz1yvpl41vh

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[aarpoetry241]

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[vidaandthecity]

Transported

I couldn’t see him, but I knew god

was on the other side of that wall

smoking a cigar, painting his toenails,

all while holding his favorite yoga position.

  He was waiting for me to question his blueprint,

question why he had allowed the existence

of wounded men to feed off me, poems that kept me poor,

and shitty apartments I  inhabited with no hot water

with leaks that formed tits bigger than mine on my bathroom ceiling.

  Does god live in the ghetto, I wonder? 

Can he hear brown women when we pray? 

We use agua bendita and scatter English in our Spanish 

when praying in one language isn't enough.

  He should have known that I would be back for an explanation,

to see how the old apartment changed,

how they re-arranged the furniture,

how they stacked my unread mail,

how the air hijacked memories into aromas.

  How does life continue

if I am not there to live it?

  My mom still cooks with the lights off,

sings loud over hot boiling pots of water

and never burns herself.

  My sister still paints every ones’ face but her own,

without her hand ever touching the canvas,

without her hands period.

  My brother still reinvents himself

today he is a born again teenager,

despite boredom, despite disease, despite himself.

  My other sister is magically composed of glitter,

flowers that never die, and a forever laughter.

She could not, would not, 

and did not cry at my grandfathers’ funeral.

  My oldest brother continues to be unaware,

of the small things in that old apartment

that despite science make us all visible to the naked eye.

  Finally my grandmother sits on her bed 

reliving a lifetime through photographs

that speak while everyone sleeps. 

She holds my grandfathers hands, 

hears him singing,

and realizes death is but an illusion.

  When I am transported back to my childhood home 

I surrender to its unchanging melody.

I surrender to its warm oddities. 

I surrender to space 

disconnecting and reconnecting around me.

  I surrender

because the only one who has changed 

is me.

-Vida B

Maria Billini

Published by Shakefist Magazine

[aydenthegreat]

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