Unfinished

Even now as I await the return of my Saturn, I an trying to understand what it is to be a woman,
to be a woman of color,
to be a lesbian woman of color,
to be a lesbian woman out color in influx in America.

NOV PAD 2010 - Day 6

Looking for the Man...

Peering at me over her glasses she sighs--disappointment;
I am not the woman she planned on me being. Not the vision
of ladylike endeavors. She knows somewhere there's a "he" to make me more
"she"
less it. At least that's how she's always seen it. How she's trying
to teach me to see it; but I'm too old for secondary education. To set
in the comfort of my mold. Or maybe neither of us have walked
each other footsteps and maybe neither of us is ever going to...

National Poetry Month - Day 23

Preface: Today was a really sexually-charged writing day; who knows why...but I was writing and grinning like a fool.

I can hold my hand right here
just here, just so
silently, unless smirks speak
then I'm yelling "victory..."

My other fingers are lost somewhere
wall hair hip, hip hair,
wall breast. They are so inconsistent
unlike the others steady in their determination. I can hold you up

my hand
right here, just here, just so
holding you cupped to catch you should you fall

Wish You Were…

For S.W.


Imagine you had the guts to be me
your heartbeat as deep as your breath
be a woman, unsexed
sexualized to nonexistence
tarred angel wings, tilted halo
devour green apples

share the pieces with your lover
like the rib she was accidentally made from
swim through her hair
call her by name

brand yourself
allow others to brand you
limp through it, pass the pain, until the swelling goes down

the virus will never go away

wake up every morning knowing
and choose to live anyways.