Disguised of the Scarlet Letter
-penned by Diana Bien-Aime

The simplest form of gratitude could’ve been found in his thank you
But he chose to wear ARROGANCE on his chest
PRIDE in his stride
And EGO across his forehead with bright blinking signs
Reading INSECURITY approaching

But his hello found rest in my bosom.
I was gone somewhere between when he said I love you and I must
go home.
Never giving thought to the pain that would be caused by self inflicting
denial of making the wrong choice.

I heard a voice saying there is a path to be chosen
But I stood still
Frozen by his sheath of protection we call confidence

Most pronounced in our high profile men
They connect with something within
Maybe the inextricable valve of being born in sin

It was over before it started
Desires became neurotic and I formulated an ism; narcissism-
COMPLETE INDULGENCE IN SELF

I became a female version of his pact to remain calm on the
outside, but be a bubbling furnace of DISCOMFORT in the mind.
I loved to watch him flex his muscles
I loved to watch him make the hustle in a three-piece suit
Asking for a call and response to who he was not

He could never be the Messiah
He would never lift me higher than his frame could handle
He was damaged goods, and I could never understand why his
pleasantries were always based on CUNNING DECEIT

There were signs in his shuffle, but I, a dove, looking for a resting
place and someone to love grasped onto his inadequacies and he
became me…..I became it.

The centralized hurt that I despised could be found in the LUST
OF THE FLESH.I was a ginny pig who willfully signed off my right to live and let
love subside.
I was not his wife
Not his friend
Not his server
But a concubine

To control the bouts of this reality, my coping mechanism was to
DENY it existed.
Speaking to myself, saying you got me twisted.
Intertwined with wine, my thoughts became nauseous

I placed my head in between my legs to gain momentum
He took back every inch I gained with the simple words; I’m sorry.
I found myself yet in a bind to release cold-hearted intent from my
chest.
That’s when I noticed I was wearing the sign ADULTERY across
my breasts.

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Come and gone to me
Love is just a song
We cherish it for what it gives
Taking us to a place we long to relive
And Relive
Giving us chills, and thrills
But like a anxious child
Who’s mind isn’t wrapped around the restraints
It’s body lends
Running eagerly to explore
Inevitably it will take a spill
Now the same chills we once invited
Only relives this gaping emptiness we feel
And although we know one day we shall pass
Death of the body, doesn’t kill this love
As precious as the gift of life is, we can choose to take it
So how more precious is love?
It can be cut down, in our minds we can abhor it, deplore it
But it lives on,
Time mends the broken hearted
But it will never take you back to where you started
Love is like a song.
A favorite song revisited still etched in your mind
May not get a play
But those words and what they once meant
Won’t be forgotten.

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Today I won’t think of you for a full 24 hours…
Maybe 20…
But definitely not a complete 24.
And uhm…
Tonight…
I won’t dream about you…
Maybe tomorrow…
But definitely not tonight.
And uhm…
This afternoon…
I won’t lose myself in daydreams about you…
Maybe later this week…
But not right now.
And uhm…
At some point I’m going to forget about you…
But I guess not anytime soon.

Copyright ©2008 Suezette Yasmin Robotham

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Fit together so neatly

Complete me completely

Beseech me

But inside so deeply

I didn’t feel empty, but this here was all too swell

And without a holistic feeling of fullness

I needed to get to the bottom of this well

Started from the top every word said

Fit so neatly

Sincerity, not completely

All the right things

So what once felt simply in order

Is distorted.

What was once aligned,

Is in question.

Rewind.

No doubt in my mind you feel for me

That part if real to me

But this feeling of uneasiness…

I’m deeper in this well

Took me a while to tell

Because I had fallen before I knew I had fell

I’m in this boat alone

I pray you find me through the fog

I’d say I’ll try to remain patient

But allowing someone to have this power

Will devour my pride,

I’m writing this for you, but I’ll keep it inside

If you find me afloat still,

Again, not only in my mind

When we fit together so neatly.

IN the same boat,

I’ll read to you what I wrote.

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I’m In Need
by: Mz. Erotique Noire (sueZette)

Ok…so
I’m in need of…Some good luvin
Some I miss you and couldn’t wait to get to you luvin
Some make my back arch luvin
Some make my toes curl and thighs cramp luvin
Some make me scream your name and call on the Father luvin
Some damn that shit was good, can we do it again luvin
Some you won’t ever forget how good that thang was luvin
Some I’mma think about this all day tomorrow luvin
Some I’mma rock you to sleep luvin
Some I hear drum beats and ain’t no radio on luvin
Some make you cum and then cum again luvin
Some I’mma put your number in speed dial luvin
Some I got love bruises all over luvin
Some can you just put the head in luvin
Some I need to catch my breath luvin
Some gotdamn boy you the shit boy luvin
Some I got rug burn on my thighs luvin
Some I can’t even make a peep luvin
Some do you know what you do to me luvin
Some this could really make me fall in love witchu luvin
Some it doesn’t get any sweeter than this luvin
Some do it to me like you’re mad luvin
Some…Some good luvin…

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“My soliloquy may be hard for some to Swallow, but so is cod liver oil.”

- Andre Benjamin

Words

Oh where do I start but where my mind wanders

Double dutch I jump in when the feel is right

I clipped the rope

And clipped a piece of the chaos of thoughts

From whence my mind wanders

The bane led to a resistance that

Crept into my existence and now into my soliloquy

Part of me, in part or totally

No matter how hard you try to expose your soul

The dark places shine bright

Caught in the darkness which always come to light

When you don’t want them

I love words like, always and forever

Bittersweet and tenderly

Words are words, but when acted upon transform to life

Bringing a word to spark action

Is like bringing traction to spinning tires

Like the warmth of a burning fire

Or from a loved one you want to hold tighter

I embrace my words as though I’ll never catch them again

I search for the profound

Inevitably, I come up short

But the search for the profound

Gives me the answers I seek diligently

In words.

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