Poets Cove
Concrete
By Rasheedah Moseley
She lives in a lonely world speaking fluently about sex , drugs and pain mixed in with Christianity . Day in and day out just sitting in her kitchen toasting to her triumph crying over the dinner table because she has to eat alone another night . Searching for love under her pillowcase . Remember our situation , no money , no food ?! More money more problems , I guess this is us all being friendly . Twiddling our thumbs and rocking back and forth thinking about the back and forth and the history in our struggles . She says , “ I never meant to deny you , I just didn ’ t know the poor people ’ s version of love growing up ” so instead she sat quiet , presumably at peace with everything . Lonely girl If you like to date maybe we can grab a movie and forget about the chaos at home . The violence in our streets and the politicians politicing on what to do with us next when we ’ ve already found the eject button to let ourselves out . They say war on terrorism so we hide from Muslims . Grandma watches the news . They say war on drugs so we fill the tub with the white cocaine they inflicted on our mother ’ s , brothers , fathers whose grandparents names we never knew because he never knew . We bathe in it . In between the highs and all the goodbyes , we managed to rise with no food on the table , momma was able with clothes on our backs . Frozen in the moment as we grew through the concrete just to learn that thorns hurt . Roses to ashes . Still we rise to speak about the parts of us naturally grown stronger from the roots of our ancestry . Yet and still comes the “ have a nice day ” with a forced smile of some John Doe who considers it a compliment to throw a girl a bone so she feels more like a female dog than a queen . The past is here twiddling thumbs and rocking back and forth waiting on the next man to be the next man . What happens to his lonely mother ? Who hands her the spoon ?
Love Cycle
Part 1 - By Trevon ’ t Bowman
Know how to reopen your heart before you close it . Closed hearts just counter the love no matter how potent . In a relationship , you can say whatever you want just make sure you show it . It ’ s some good women out here but some men just had to blow it . Discombobulated inside so love I don ’ t know it . Can ’ t worry about love no more , can ’ t lose my focus . Everything seems like a hoax without the pocus . You ’ re connecting to everything I am saying so you already know this . Real love you can feel in thee air with no fear . If you get hurt too much then your feelings disappear . Tried to heal a brokenheart but it just keep getting tears . Now , it ’ s dripping blood and you ’ re filled with hell of fears . Now you ’ re so confused , looking for love everywhere . You survived the love cycle and wish somebody would dare .
-Virtue ( Tre ’ Vont Bowman )
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