Archive for April, 2010

April 29, 2010

Let me tell you a secret
No, a promise
A prayer
I want to fall deep
So deep in love
That when you say demeaning things
Like “sweetie” to me
I only fall more in love with you
You see, I believe in strength
In standing on my own two feet
But all I want is someone to sweep me off
And make me, not forcefully
Because I’d be willing, see
All I ask is that you appease me
Pretend like I am in charge
And don’t take advantage
Never tell anyone
That I bake for you,
Clean for you,
And be a stereotype
I won’t kiss publicly
Because we aren’t a commodity
We would be like the sun
Absolutely necessary
Force the earth to revolve around us
Let’s make our love a virus
And contaminate the world
No let’s make it like a welfare check
And we’re in poverty
Broken down with no heat
Burrowing into each other
Just remember our love is a play
Let me be a prima donna
And you direct
Behind the scenes
So no one sees
And I will pay you
In alleyways
Because our love breaks laws
And lives recklessly
Make me
Force me
Wreck me, please
Take all the ugly around us
And make it sing
Because standing on my feet is too tiring
Especially in these heels
And the only reason I wear them
Is so that when we are apart
You can think of me
And remember my beat
It coincides within the one caged in your chest
Buried like a treasure
Please let me dig it up
I know you’re not here for booty
Because the x meant to mark the spot
Was washed away with Friedan
And feminism
But if you overthrow them
This could all be yours
Manifest Destiny
I would let you manifest in me
All those unfulfilled hopes and dreams
That you drew on the sidewalk
In technicolor chalk
When you were a kid
Watching the chalk scrape by
Just like your family
Paycheck to paycheck
Meal to meal

But if you love me, like really love me
We could be millionaires
You’d be the founder
Let me be the CEO
Because I can see we’d go
Far
And everyone would buy stock
Because we’re recession proof
Our love won’t dry up
Or blow away
We’re drug dealers
Selling blow until they put us away
Cartels on the southern border
Running our love like mules
Mules dark brown like you
Your rich heritage is a museum
That I spend all my afternoons in
Hanging portraits of women
Kept silent and beautiful
But I won’t submit
So you use our love to write your history
Burning hot like a kiln
Flowing silky on canvas
Building a new Dynasty
Our kingdom
Two thrones identical
Perched side-by-side
So please understand
This isn’t a personal ad
I won’t post this on match.com
This is just me
Narrating a dream
And hoping my love hears me

Ezekiel 16:15-34

April 5, 2010

Ezekiel 16:15-34 “But your beauty went to your head and you became a common whore, grabbing anyone coming down the street and taking him into your bed. You took your fine dresses and made “tents” of them, using them as brothels in which you practiced your trade. This kind of thing should never happen, never. What a Sick Soul! And then you took all that fine jewelry I gave you, my gold and my silver, and made pornographic images of them for your brothels. You decorated your beds with fashionable silks and cottons, and perfumed them with my aromatic oils and incense. And then you set out the wonderful foods I provided—the fresh breads and fruits, with fine herbs and spices, which were my gifts to you—and you served them as delicacies in your whorehouses. That’s what happened, says God, the Master.And then you took your sons and your daughters, whom you had given birth to as my children, and you killed them, sacrificing them to idols. Wasn’t it bad enough that you had become a whore? And now you’re a murderer, killing my children and sacrificing them to idols.Not once during these years of outrageous obscenities and whorings did you remember your infancy, when you were naked and exposed, a blood-smeared newborn. And then to top off all your evil acts, you built your bold brothels in every town square. Doom! Doom to you, says God, the Master! At every major intersection you built your bold brothels and exposed your sluttish sex, spreading your legs for everyone who passed by.And then you went international with your whoring. You fornicated with the Egyptians, seeking them out in their sex orgies. The more promiscuous you became, the angrier I got. Finally, I intervened, reduced your borders and turned you over to the rapacity of your enemies. Even the Philistine women—can you believe it?—were shocked at your sluttish life.You went on to fornicate with the Assyrians. Your appetite was insatiable. But still you weren’t satisfied. You took on the Babylonians, a country of businessmen, and still you weren’t satisfied.What a sick soul! Doing all this stuff—the champion whore! You built your bold brothels at every major intersection, opened up your whorehouses in every neighborhood, but you were different from regular whores in that you wouldn’t accept a fee. Wives who are unfaithful to their husbands accept gifts from their lovers. And men commonly pay their whores. But you pay your lovers! You bribe men from all over to come to bed with you! You’re just the opposite of the regular whores who get paid for sex. Instead, you pay men for their favors! You even pervert whoredom!”

Foreign Policy

April 3, 2010

I could tell we wouldn’t progress
By the way you first touched my chest
I knew you wanted more than I was offering
You wanted all of me
Not all of me
You seperated mind and soul from body
My body was only something for you to get into
And pull out of, just as fast as you came
But I wouldn’t let you
Besides, begging is desperate
So I became nothing to you, but it was mutual
We weren’t each others, we were individuals
You always forgot to make plans with me
So I took the white skin you loved so much
And put it on display
I was moving too fast for you to catch me
Tearing through life like your fantasies
So you began the hunt, nonchalantly
But I will never lay back and take it
Watch you while you take me
I’m not a freak in the sheets
My body is meant for me
To portion out, as I please
And that night, it wasn’t you, it was me
Who decided I had to leave
The ocean you crossed would drown me
And that was the battle that ended the war
Between brown and white skin
Without a winner or a loser
But I’m sure you told everyone I lost
Because it’s a better story
Than you got turned down
Because I respect myself
Too much to become a drunken slut for you (again)
And let you stain my reputation
I don’t put all my eggs in one basket
And I never let basket cases like you
Put themselves anywhere near my eggs
So you can take your techno, hip hop and gangster edge
Back home, where both your parents are doctors
Where misogyny and love are synonymous
Because your entry has been denied
But now matter how hard I try
I’m still thinking about you, not in regret
Just out of habit
I wanted to be your retribution
Cure your human rights violations
Solve diplomatic problems
But conferences aren’t held in backseats
Or between bedsheets
We had different agendas
And with trade goods like mine
I won’t compromise
So you have to go without
Go without the possibility
Because I won’t provide
Without a treaty.

Romance

April 1, 2010

Not city strolls and flowers
Or poetry and moonlight
Dinner and candles
Softly spoken phrases
Whispered eloquently
These are lies
Love is not born
It existed before time
It is smog and pollution
Torn jeans and insecurities
Recitations of philosophy or graffiti
It is the overflow, not what’s in the cup

Unspoken

April 1, 2010

Open mouth
Only letting air out
Words stuck
Like peanut butter
To the roof
Unshingled and ugly
Behind blood red lips
Covered in your blood, figuratively
I would like to drink you up
But only once
Until you’re bone dry
Dry like checkerboard reservations
Meant to assimilate
Your culture
My heart encased in bone
We won’t become one
But one night
You will wash the peanut butter down
And I will swallow my words
What I wanted to say
Because no one likes vomit but me