your shipment of male approval is on its way

She bought his bullshit , lock , stock , and barrel ,
 
like an investment in a future she did not think  
 
would bear fruit , yet some part of her liked the  
 
risky business and intercoursal exchange , though  
 
as more than some commodity , few if any could  
 
afford her ;  
 
She localized her heartache into a little box she kept  
 
on her altar to the dark goddess of relationships past  
 
some wraith half hidden as she did not want to fully  
 
remember how she had to nix some nitwits out of her  
 
nookie before she became a granny with a couch potato  
 
for a boyfiend , or had to practice animal husbandry with  
 
kids like little goats running around and butting heads  
 
with her when she told them to cease and desist  
 
 
She could not resist dismantling the emotional architecture  
 
of those who lived in glass skyscrapers , heads in the clouds ,  
 
with no real foundation , totally see through , and skeletons  
 
in their basement ;  
 
 
She led those who tried a drive by romance , down free ways  
 
into off the road cul de sacs like some deadly damsel , then  
 
showed them what a girl from the hood could do , when you  
 
backed her into a corner , her coroner friend disposing of the  
 
bodies , before they went to some next booty call , to reap some  
 
corporate pirates treasure ;  
 
 
 
She was not to be fucked with , until she initiated the action , then  
 
she was some cotton candy queen in just give me a platform heels ,  
 
ready to rap some politician around her little finger with her words ,  
 
like a pinky ring , with her forefinger in a come hither curl , like her  
 
long hair after her beautician got done with her , and filed her nails  
 
razor sharp so she could walk any straight edged street with pride ,  
 
a sista of mistas , but nobody's bitch ;

I Can Take You To Any Heaven Or Lead You To Any Hell

All In How You Treat Me And How And What I Spell

I Am Woman

I Am The Sacred I Am The Crazed

We The I Are Woman Don't Be Amazed

I Am The Bitch And I Am The Bad Ass

Men Follow Me Just To Hear My Sass

I Know Men Watch Me Just To See Me Walk

I Watch Them To See If They Walk Their Talk

We Can Trade Dominant Positions Just For Fun

But Every Time We Do That They All Begin To Run

What's The Matter , Can't You Take It , Even Make It

To The Door Lying There As If I Care Curled Up On The Floor

Fetal Position , In Admission , You Can't Take Any More ,

But This Is Just The Beginning Of Who And What I Really Am ,

Stand Up And Take It Bitch , Did You Not Say , Play You Are A Man

I Got A Lot More To Lay Down You Gonna Stay There On The Ground

You Don't Like The Rhythm , You Don't Like The Tone , Or Is It The Sound

Of My Reality , In The Key Of Me , That Makes You Feel Mind Bound

Too Fucking Bad , I Am Glad You Suffer , Feel Like Some Outsider Or Other

I Am An Under Cover Earth Mother Throat Cutter Shudder Lover

And You Shall Listen As You Are Bidden Until You Hear Me Have My Voice

Whether You Like It Or Not This Time In Chains Insane You Have No Choice



You Like It Boy ?

I May Annoy But You Will Know In My Box I Keep All My Toys

Hot Rocks

She is more than just a warm body to come
Back to every night at home. She is that hook
And melody you simply cannot forget. You
Are the pigeon that goes after every crumb
She leaves behind. She gives you that one look,
Knowing she has you like the sun has the blue
And clear sky. You always give in and succumb
To the power she has over you. Some mistook
Her sassiness for street smarts. She may be too
Shy too some, but that is an understatement as
She is talkative with the right people and they
Adjust to her personality, but you are in tune
With her. To some she is too much but she has
Mastered the sweet and spice which you say
Is just the perfect amount. She is the moon
Whose glow you crave. Her eyes, green topaz
Globes of light that will make you want to stay
Right where you are and someone with a plan.
She desires passion, freedom and wants things
That this world has to offer. She goes slower
And to some she is a devil, but to you she is an
Angel because she saved you with clipped wings.
She reaches out with a helping hand on lower
Grounds. She does not want or need any man
To tell her she is ugly because she has strings
Of darkness within her. She is a glassblower
As she bends and creates her own light. She is
Someone’s dream girl or fantasy, but she
Is your reality and step towards the future. Fizz
And fade-outs are not her thing, but she is me.

Always give him what he is really wanting…
A smile and body that are reserved for him.
A laugh and a smile that will be haunting
Him in his dreams. Eyes that he will swim
In for eternity and will never feel like he is
Downing. Be someone who will stimulate
His mind and always wants be a part of his
Growth. There are plenty who can create
And keep physical attraction, but there are
Very few who have mental attraction too.
Just one look and you will be a shining star
In his eyes, but realize that you are the blue
Sky too. You are not only that one in a million
Type of woman, but a once in a lifetime type
Of woman. Someone worth chasing trillion
Of miles for. Someone who will let him wipe
Away tears you think he does not see once he
Gets to know the real you instead of the one
You pretend to be for the rest of the world. Be
Her, that one single person he wanted to run
Towards from day one and with the bright sun
Not too far behind him. Be the woman he loves
Who is not afraid to take off the mask and gloves.

You saw a gray mouse today  
in the form of a girl  
pickin' her way, skittering through  
the trail of alley apples.  

On her mannequin’s body  
wracked by a smoker's cough,  
wrappings of newspaper headlines  
held fast with twine.  
 
Ticker tape judders from  
the fortune cookie  
between her thighs,  
but don't stare too long  
 
cause you might see the  
ink blot of two profiles.  
That is,  
if she still gets her period.  
 
And if she holds still  
long enough, her eyes will  
show you the mania. But she's  
studying you right back.  
 
And the scab-engers of her arms  
are more chaos than you can handle,  
so don’t be square just standin' there  
playin' air sex...  
                        
WHACK!  
 
 
The "sound" of this piece is like the cadence of a "beat" poem (Ginsberg, Kerouac, etc).