Love Me or Not
I stand 5’5 slanted brown eyes,
long dark hair and full lips with a petite frame.
36-24-36
I’m what they calla brick house.
125lbs. soakin wet.
Black made of rich Creole and Jamaican wood.
Naturally flawed with or without makeup beautiful enough to just be me.
So love me.
Confident, aggressive, clinch fists, kiss my ass I’m a poet.
Hated by many,
Loved by some.
Blunt with the tongue used like an assassin or for lovin.
Which is often miscued for a weakness.
I hate to be disappointed so I try not to disappoint.
No I don’t wear 6 inches,
And my legs ain’t as long as Naomi’s,
But I gotta mean strut for your runway baby.
Which by the way,
I’d love to have a clothing line of my own someday.
I can’t wait to travel to Jamaica, Italy, and Hawaii even if it is all hype.
You can make your way into my heart with ice-cream, cheesecake, or crawfish etouffee.
I love to laugh loud and hysterical like Sponge Bob on Saturday morning cartoons.
Transformers was the best movie of all times.
Love me.
I adore Mary J, Beyonce, and Aretha Franklin.
I love Hip Hop, R&B, Alternative, Country, and Socca.
I can move hips like Shakira and pump fists with a perm.
I appreciate spoken word, poetry, and poets…
Okay not all of them.
I’m extremely honest that way.
But humble enough to cherish every word.
Family oriented…I’ll kill a mofo dead over Alice.
Learned Sign Language just in case she stuck around and he beat the hearing outta me.
I love hard,
But not always myself.
I’m a compulsive perfectionist.
Okay,
I’m an obsessive compulsive freak!
I happen to count the words in my poems so I can make sure I don’t miss any.
Matched clothes in closets: black, blues, browns, greens so on & so on…my shoes remain in boxes.
The shower curtain has to be pulled all the way closed,
Or pulled all the way open.
So don’t pull that half ass shit with me.
And those cabinets better not be left open either…toilet paper over not under.
And how could you possibly expect me to get in a bed that hasn’t been made all day?
Love me.
Even though I bite my fork when I eat,
But I try not to eat after 10.
I workout 3 times a week,
Up to 500 crunches…
I don’t drink dark soda, soda, or caffeine.
I’ve never done drugs,
But I’m addicted to love,
And I want you to love me,
Or not.
ebstewart,2007
sweated techniquespublishing
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6 comments:
i hear ya... burn lady burn... it was great to see you on the stage last night. it rejuvinated me!
all i can say is wow...lol
Yes MAM you were hot as hell last night. Im still mama about them shorts tho.
This peice is really good to hear you do. Shows growth ma and remember to read it when it gets hard too. :)
luv ya much
EB-BO-I-BOUGHT-EM-NEE!! i luh-HOVED this poem last week ma. too cool and too cute! thanks for the laughs and i'm mad about the shorts too =)...well, sorta-mad...
i LOVE LOVE LOVE this piece! so authentic. so vulnerable. so unclenched fist...! ;-P
@Auntie, I see you been busy with the pen too
@Shelle, lol, right
@S, Love ya back
@JoJo, you silly! But for real...I got em at the sto!
@Angel, yea I have to practice paying attention to my fists now a days (smile)
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