I Never

i never knew how to make a man earn my love
all he had to do was cherish my physique
in that i would find a reason to hold on despite the fallacy that courting for love and lust alone may bring
but laden became my loving heart with unrest that i just may have closed myself to the love i have never been given by anyone
i never thought i could feel like this
i never thought i would come to this reality because as an adolescent my love was clothed like a church angel in waiting for a dashing fantasy to sweep my love away into an unfleshly place where we could both live in eternal ecstasy
i never knew what real love was
even after i defined foolish love i still held on to mines with the hope that my truth would overshadow a dark heart in search of a place to rest
i never knew life could come to this: a meaty substance in need of disentanglement and a silky existence
i never knew a lot of things
and now i'm starting to find out...what it's all about

-Poeticca

I Am So

i am so grounded that i am the ground and the sky
the earth lives thru the trees and the seed grew from me
i am so centered that not 1 evil force can tip me off
believe me they have tried but i am not easily broken
i am so focused one doesn't need a telescope to see space, just look into my eyes and dream-you'll see
i am so cosmic i scare me
and how can this be if i am so???

-Poeticca

Type Stereo Flow

only dreadlock sistas are poets is what they say, what they believe
not relaxer, perm, touch-up sistas
not sistas that don't want to deal with the kitchen sistas (are poets)
only sistas that brave the course tooth comb are poets
is it true that my hair is my story & my bottom line?
no, no how can this be?
because i relax my hair and i know i'm a poet
just 'cause i relax my hair don't mean i'm a mid-drift showin', pop champagne, soulja boy loving type sista, come on
but that's what you think of us
but you know what? no for real
my hair is so nappy that i just can't deal!
and lord knows anyone else's hands in it just makes me cringe and remember all my tender-headed salon days back when i was under parental supervision
see, we are a poet nappy, curly or straight, weaved up/down & braided in any style and i'm good so do me a favor next time
before you judge me on my hair just try and read my heart first

-Janus Poeticca