To kill a mockingbird

I do. 

I enjoy it. 

I unwrap those secrets your eyes tell. 

Layer for layer with my mind.

It feeds me. 

To know. 

My sexuality can be matched. 

To know there is no limit. 

To exploring every level of desired pleasure.

Monday's Snack

Rearranging Bed spreads 

Mango and coconut scrubbed skin braised

Involuntary convulsions 

Privy time stamps

Priority deliveries of passion encrusted taction 

Her deepest breath crawled along my back 

Tongues...

Resting post a job well done 

Confirmation 

I'm every shade of chocolate

She desired

Tasteful, delectable, and uncontrollably pleasant to an undying appetite 

She now slept

Beyond dormant eyelids

Lips bitten

Clutching firm and tenacious

Gently moaning the purr

Of satisfaction 

Muse

There's a lot of people
That inspire me
To say the least
In my mind no lease has been paid
As they jigsaw jump to each vacancy
Filling my endless dismantled maze
Witnessing them soduku connect
The equations I haven't placed my thumb on
Yet

There's a lot of people
300 meter yard dashing
Mismatching their super powers
Conugating
Being the judge to the jury
Once again personifying
A heart  and its mind

There's a lot of empty instances
I misplace myself
The poet vs the thoughts
Each reader the inspiration
Each reader the engaged and amused

There's a lot of blues
When attempting
To correct functionality
Trading places & outer body experiences
The writer versus the performer
The writers block vs the insulate chatter

Each contact
Each experience
Each story evolutuonized
Musing and fusing

Mrs Pen... you are the direct connection
To the peace in the sanity
To the piece being the remedy

Mrs Muse...

(Lick lips)

I welcome your mind fuck

Stop!!

Stop!

She was guilty of her same sex attraction... Finding pleasure and Sapiosexual satisfactions with her counterparts. In love and lust for the comfort shared between others with the same genitalia irrovocably against our norm.

Spreading her muted lesbian stories and glancing at all of OUR women

Her sight caustically intent on different visions than our misguided proclamations 

Stop! 

Apply the manacles

Shackle her during the embrace she shares with her lover 

Shackle her from ever loving free 

Confine her from ever speaking of coming out

Her closet doors should not have sprung to the public

Her type constitutes our uncomfortable discernment

Discomforting... Skin follicles mentally attacked by fleas

I bet you, like their gay brothers, they enjoy incautious sex 

Her voyage cannot be completed under our new homosexual laws

We can play monopoly with her sexuality 

You know America?

Land of the free?

Land of democracy?

Yet self-made politicians and their conservative tea parties are spilling all the T of how their insecurities and closed minded gifts from generations before them cause us to crutch around never healing from the destruction ... they play battleship with our country even after the ship has sunken

Here in sweet America it's ever so Un-democratic to BE

Stop!

"She's a lesbian" they said 

Yet they sinned irregardless and relentless of the religion they practiced. Adultery so common. Robbery so blatant. Disrespect so filthy. Unable to see past their own homophobia to recognize the stench of shit attached to the soles of their shoes. Soulless and unbeknownst to indomitability 

Puddles after puddles they stepped in confused, sinking, & wrongfully comparing the odds of two

Stop!

"She's a lesbian" they said

Yet she was of no definition

She desired no recognition

Not even the respect missing

Being in her "lesbian" skin. 

She's been labeled

Add judged multiply it by dodge equating to finding the square root of being passed over

Passing over the malice and IGNORANT misconceptions... 

She comes with an abundance of love 

Saying :: "Fuck peace!"

Oxymoronic and yet

She still searches for it within

Have you not been exposed when clothed down to double layers.... socks filled with the weight of boulders.... The anchor to the ship sunk... Standing still in her stance she often glances in the mirror choked up with her chin poked up as waterfalls of tears travel life's disappointing slides exposing the beauty in her Nubian cheekbones after the hurt of the thrill subsides; the thrill of the never ending battle of COMING OUT

She simply wanted to comfortably BE

She threw them off from the mislabeled expectations of "gay"

College and self educated 

Flawlessly blended in

She held positions

Positioned beyond the potency of incapacity 

Professionalism shockingly beyond subpar

A quick tongue of fire if she ever sparred

Stop her!!! 

She's a "femme aggressive"

An indirect correlation of expectations, self-hate, and fear

Undeterred by the banter she was resilient in her exposure

Leaking nothing but they loathed every step she took

She posed on her poetry corner as the Queen she was

She checked out of Hotel Insignificant Battles

She chucked away at the negative banter

She stopped under the #NoHate banner

Listening to natures finest animal sing alongs

Somewhere ... In the depths beyond sight... 

Hiding in a pro choice closet 

A tiny voice whispered 

"Stop! Let her Be"

**Pointing inwards**... Self-love prospers 

(And minding your business too)