Young girl, I pray you see these vultures hovering over you.
They prey on innocence.
Taking blood when able.
How can you decipher their evils?
My young one, they will come bearing gifts
of perfumed prose,
that may seem heartfelt but is rather a memorized eulogy.
Silky phrases that plead the divergence of legs,
and the raising of hips.
Young girl, I pray you believe your worth.
Immeasurable and unquantifiable.
Young girl, I pray you learn to love the broken reflection.
Tender and complex.
Young girl, it might seem like you will never win,
in this game of greed and falling queens.
But know this
That the worst of the vultures,
that suck you dry, leaving you hollow and barren
They are birthed
out of you
Woosh! The last lines?
Deep.
You ever read any of your poems (a la spoken word?)
Happy new year!!!
Can I just start by saying, “thank you”? Your comments not only inspire me to write (knowing that someone is actually reading my writing! Lol) but your comments are also always constructive. That was one of the reasons I started to blog, to get the feedback!!
But to answer your question, I have done a bit of spoken word but not much. I really would like to start something at the college I attend and hopefully I will. I will keep you posted!! 😀
Thank you so much and a very happy new year to you too 🙂