The Voiceless

I do this for the voiceless
the choiceless
the life that is no less
than priceless
but reeling from the
their sudden loss of innocence
I do this for the sleepless
the peaceless
the bodies that can't find wholeness
because of the soulless
blood sucking vampirahs
dat need a dagga and some FYAH

FYAH fi dem
We fi shun dem, den run dem
We need to out dem
Mek unno know bout dem
Earthquake fi dem
We need to shake dem
den shackle dem
Yeah, a dat we fi do dem
dem and dem fren
me and dem
We aren't friends!!!!

Nah

Cause, this is is not about them
We aren't pleasing them
or appeasing them
We ain't speaking for them
In fact, we doing this with no apology
Ennufff of the absurdities and confusion
We keeping it real and raw, with no illusion
I wrote this to set the record straight

From the gate....

Cause, I do this for the voiceless
the voiceless
the choiceless
I do this.... for the voiceless

For You!!!!!

You are a whisper
on a silent night
sound coming from nothingness
before you, there were ideas
imaginings
thoughts of what could be
now, there is.
we are.
something so real
I feel it.
it touches my core
and permeates pieces of me
left untended
and abandoned
until now
until you.

You are rain drops
on a barren field
where the threat of famine loomed
and nothingness seemed foreshadowed
bursting through the skies
a torrential and unpredicted down pour made landfall
sprinkling my life with purpose and substance
quenching my thirst and longing
for love
for you.

You are

tangible
touchable
organic
thoughtful
vibrant
alive

you are

Love!!!!

Ennufff is Enough: The Crisis Call

She called a few days ago
and wanted to talk to someone, anyone
about her sexual assault

Confused, petrified and alone
she conveyed her story
and I listened

Her story wasn't the first I'd heard
I'd told this story myself
Her story won't be the last, either

The longer we pretend
this doesn't exist
the bigger it grows

Feeding off of shame, guilt, pain and pride
The lies supersede reality, and
Ennufff is enough

Her tears stain my soul
trickling into the recesses of my heart
Her life has veered off course
as society sits idly by
twiddling their thumbs in denial

She spins out of control
careening off the roadway
into the thick brush and down the steep hillside

Her body
the vehicle she'd once travelled in (felt sheltered by)
has been written off, totaled.

She emerges from the wreckage
barely alive
hanging on by a thread

The traumatic imagery
fresh in her mind
plays over and over

"Make it stop," she pleads

She wants to hit rewind
take herself back to the minutes, seconds, before IT happened
to be NORMAL again

but that's not to be

This is the new normal, I'm afraid

This place
where people pretend IT never happened
where friends, family and lovers patronize and dismiss rather than listen

Perhaps its just too painful to hear and process
Perhaps they're still dealing with their own traumas and demons
but whatever the cause
the effects are pathological and implosive

The effects are too many to list
too emotionally taxing
too far reaching and devastating to convey in a few lines

Sexual assault and the devastation it leaves behind
are more pervasive than you may realize
but not insurmountable
the change begins with you

Ennufff is Enough

Sajoya

Free
Spirit

Blazing
Fire

Poet
Empress

Sister
and
Friend

I miss you!

Brown Sugar

They're railing against my Brown Sugar
Singing the praises of alternative sweeteners, instead
Stevia, Truvia and Splenda
the natural and not so natural
are trying to become my Sugar's replacements

They're swearing by that white sugar
refined and timid
Some of my people say they
don't like their lime-aid dirty
or their mint tea murky

But me

I love my brown sugar
sticky, molasses laced flavor
dark and temptingly sweet
natural, real, raw and addicting
Urging me to lick (the spoon)
and come back for more

Oh that brown sugar is hauntingly good
syrupy on my tongue
never enough
can't ever be too much
my appetite expands
as the taste slowly dissipates
more is all I can imagine
consuming my thoughts
sweeter than I envisioned
complex and bold
you'll never get old

I'm yearning for you!

My brown sugar.

The Fiend

I know what the fiend feels
an incessant pain that never ends
a strong, burning desire, for a hit
what ever it takes
they must have it
cold sweats, shakes, nausea
it calls and beckons
the need to have it outweighs reality

Oh, I know what the fiend feels

Addicted to you
this pain never ends
a strong, burning desire for you
what ever it takes
I must have you
cold sweats, shakes, nausea
you call and beckon
The need to have you outweighs reality

Oh, I am the fiend
and you are my drug.

Rejection still Burns

The memories of rejection and pain
still lurk around the perimeter of our relationship-
now mostly platonic and cordial.

My silence and apathy
are remnants of hurt and self-loathing.
I hated myself for the stupidity
I masked as vulnerability.
I swore never to fall as deeply
and blindly as I did back then.

So here we are 12 years later
me muted and distant
but aware the feelings haven't all gone.
They've dissipated some
but not disappeared.
We're parents after all
and are bound by a pair of X and Y Chromosomes
growing fast and furious in front of our eyes.

As I look at him,
looking at us,
I wonder how much we owe him
especially if love remains
even in the recesses of our hearts.

but only a fool gets burned twice.