The Wrath of God

The Wrath of God is coming you say,
Perhaps God is Gay?
To avenge the chosen, God will be back,
What if God is Black?
To crush the wicked and tame the wild,
Perhaps God is a Child?
To bring peace and save man,
What if God is a Woman?
God can do this because God is able,
Perhaps God is Disabled?
Space in your heart to God you grant,
Does that make God an Immigrant?
What if this God is what you say?
I really hope  not.
Because if we’re ALL created in “his” image
Then we’re royally fucked.

Domestic Conflict

And then the day came
When I refused my lover sex
There was no trouble
I wasn’t angry with him
No be palava vex
Life was just its normal turbulent self
And I simply did not feel like it
His hints I gently disapproved
When he cajoled, I stayed unmoved
And when he asked
I straight up said no
Again and again
And again and again
And it got really complex
I could have given in
Put the pussy on him
Faking ecstasy is easier than most realize
All I have to do is close my eyes
It would have made him happy
Preserved the harmony
But would it have been truth?
Does truth matter anymore?
Even when it hurts?
Especially when it hurts?
He was confused
Frustrated, angry even
I was confused
Frustrated, angry even
And turbulent life around us made it no easier
And still I said no
Because I didn’t want to
And it wasn’t his fault
He wanted something
Something our decision to be with each other gives him access to
I was exercising something
Something my existence on this planet gives me a right to
Something that no one can
Or should try to take away from me
Or him,
Or you for that matter
It is your prerogative
To not have sex when you don’t want to
To have all the sex you can
When you want to
If you can find a willing partner to safely do it with
And if the complexities of this dynamic
Are too much for you to navigate
If you can’t respect the spaces people carve out for themselves
If you can’t respect the spaces your own being demands that you create for yourself
Then you probably shouldn’t be having sex too

 

Gentle Reminder 

White people
The difference 
Between us
Is this
We have
Been tested
In the fires
In the waters
In the pits 
Ripped to bits 
And we’ve come through 
We are coming through
We have forgiven 
Seven times seven
We are healing 
And we shall heal
We are sanctified 
We shall be sanctified
We are free 
We shall be free

But you’re not

Found Treasure 

He fits right

Like that dress you found at the store 

So right you couldn’t believe your eyes when you first saw it

Firm luxurious fabric

Right color and cut

You just know when you touch the material 

That this one

Mmmm Hmm 

Yeah

Then you try it on and yuuup

He fits juuuuust right

You’re still in a little disbelief

You came to this store

Maybe needing a dress for an important event 

Kinda broke but hey

You what you can get right? 

And then you find this motherfucking jewel  

Or maybe you were just wondering 

Bored 

Meh, check out clearance

What else to do on a Saturday afternoon

And then bam! 

That dress 

A little rough from being on the hangar for too long 

But you KNOW you can rock it

He fits right

Surprisingly right

Now it might rip on me while I’m at a meeting 

I might need to hold my breath and not eat a lot at that party 

So the zipper holds

It might fall apart after one wash 

And I may only get to wear it once

Shit I might go home and it looks different in my apartments mirrors and lights 

Or it may become my closet staple

My old dependable

The one dress I know I can take on the world with

The one that got me that job

That gave me the courage to talk to that cute boy at the party

Whose seams held me together 

And demanded that I keep my back straight 

When the world weighed so that I slouch   

Goddamn 

He fits right

I’m gonna buy it

Mama Africa 

Before I knew the power of my own name

Or learned to hold its fullness in my mouth

You sent me to another home and told me to go

Now you resent me for calling another woman mum

And speaking in a way that offends you
Mama Africa 

The Way of Fire 

If you’ve ever felt the flames of romantic love burn out in your heart
Its consuming fire replaced by an intensity, softer but cooler, bright as the stars but possessing of their distant heat,

While fiery embers, alight with fire, red hot lava flowing with power, 

Is what you saw in the eyes of your lover,

Then you know the way of fire 

You see, dear one. You’re both fires. 

Sometimes it is you who burns. 

Sometimes it is you who is put out. 

That is the way of fire

How to Love and Let Go

And if it is fate 

That we should pass each other like ships in the night

Unaware of each other on this vast expanse of existence 

I hope you sail on, my love

I hope you don’t sink

I hope you find new shores

Perhaps one to call home

It will not have my hearth

Its beds will not have my warmth 

But I hope hearth, warmth and above all Love

Is what you find as you sail away.