Barbie:America's Battered Dream Doll (poem)

Lights up UP UP. Let the show begin.
Push up UP UP UP let the show begin.
Breathe in in in Let the show begin.
Chest out head up let the show begin.
Ass out stomach in let the show begin.

Dey called her barbie.
She had the 25 inch silky running down her back.
Brown skin as smooth as melted chocolate.
Ds on her chest.
A nice lil waist
And nice round ---
She walked the pavement every morning in 5 inch stilettos
Pounding out the beats of her dreams as she walked to the bus stop.

She takes the yellow dream car to school.
The students stare at her
They are wishing they where her.
They are wishing the had her
They wanted to box her up and take her home and put her on a shelf
Just to look at her

She just looks them.
Gives them a smirk and licks her lips
In a way that will leave them wanting more
She struts off the bus when it stops.
Chewing and popping her bubblicous bubble gum.
Making sure to put enough boom in her step
And enough swish in her hips to make eyes follow.
Man, this girl new what she was doing.

She gets to school (her castle)
She runs this place.
She has the principle melting like putty in her hands
She has teachers wanting to be her friend and
She uses the catcalls that echo the halls as her runway music for her fashion show.
She was the muse of Valentino,
The Madonna of Louis Vuitton.
The goddess of Prada
She was the shit.

Barbie loved her castle.
It was the best 8 hours of her day.
She always drew her future into her composition books in class.
She drew the lights. She drew the stars. She drew and drew.
But she new that once the bell rang she would be back to her reality.

Bell rings.

Noise fills the hallways.
She walks a little slower now.
The music and her thoughts get a little more gloomy now now.

Now she gets off her dream bus and walks to her door.

She sees him.

Standing there.

He grabs her and breathes the devils fire down her neck.
Burning off the scent of her barbie perfume
He makes tears roll down her face exposing all the black, blues, bruises that were hiding under her painted on chocolate skin.

Lucifer pulls at her chest ripping off her push up bra and exposing her padded B breast.
Pulling at them and made the feel like boulders trying to escape from her body.
He yanks off the 13 years old's panties.
Using her like some manufactured artificial product.
She had been recycled and reused so many times before.
But this barbie was not made of plastic.
She was flesh!
So,Every time he pushed his scepter into her he pulled out a piece of her heart.

Barbie screams.

Barbie cries.

Barbie pleads

But the doll maker shows no mercy.

He thrusts in and out pulling at the tracks of her silky,
Yanking at the roots of her natural.
Making barbie bleed .
And she screams “See I am human!!!”

But he smacks her across the the face and says “ shut up, your daddy's little dream doll”
He looks at her
She looks at him
He drags up stairs and
he locks her in he perfectly pink packaged room until tomorrows beating.

Lights down down down let the show please end
Chest in head down let the show please end

Dey called her barbie,
Perfectly packaged for your perfect perfection.

Americas battered dream doll.

A Bird Called Heather (Poem)

Flip flap went Heather
like a bird with lost feathers
trying to storm the weather with a broken wing.
See when she came out the egg she was cracked.
Her yoke had been shaken and scramble so good that when she was broke open and put on the frying pan she was too well done for Sunday mornings.
She couldn't sing hymns with the with the choir,
shout with the flock,
or amen with the preacher.
Her head was at a consent bop and when the teacher on school days told her to stop,
Heather put her hands on her ears and continued to rock herself into a dreamland.

Her faulty wing had her broken,
but she kept flip flapping and shaking her head to a beat to keep living.
She was like a shark in the ocean,
if she stopped moving she would suffocate.

So flip flap went heather,
as she stormed the weather,
trying to escape the hurricane that was her reality.
You see she comes from a broken song.
Her mother was never home.
She stayed on street corners trying to turn tricks into treats for Heather, like a daily Halloween.
She wanted to buy her forgiveness.
See this was Heathers mothers doing.
When Heather and her were one,
she had tracked her womb with infected needles,
with the purpose of making Heather make an emergency exit.
Then bought crack with Similac money,
so when she had to nurse her baby
she had do it with tears and poison milk.

This was Heathers existence.
One can't blame her for her trying to escape.

So every morning,
Heather left blood on concrete
as she bounced up and down on the pavement with each failed attempt of flight.

Until one day.
When she stopped trying to take lift off from the ground
and started leaping from the sky.
Falling meant flying for Heather,
because she thought that is she fell for long enough
Angels would come and get her.

Running (poem)

Running

Its 8:00am.

We are moving like wild horses in an open field.

Parted lips

heavy sighs

and determination

mix together to create ecstasy.

Creating our own beat as our pace quickens,

breath on top of breath

(breathe breath

breathe breath

breathe breath)

as I breathe you in.

(heart pumps)

Long and then staccato.

Inhaling into your speed,

I chase you.

Exhaling into control,

I track you.

Inhale

Exhale

as I watch,

sweat meet neck

meet collarbone

meet stomach

meet thigh

meet passion

cascading down our body

creating steam as it touches heated skin.

Sizzling

Stanzas

Stagnate

Muscles tighten.

Our sounds battle nature,

grunts overtake bird chirps

sighs defeat raindrops

our panting breaks the sound barrier.

Sticks break beneath our,

feet

pound so hard the earth cracks.

Our pace blends

In

as we push fatigue Out

In synch

Out of synch

In

breathe Out

In

breathe Out

breathe In

As we run together.