this is how (not) to love her:
I.
when she looks at you,
keep your eyes on the lighting panels.
adjust aperture. refocus.
she is just colours
on a white backdrop, a green-screen,
and not yours to touch.
II.
when she laughs for effect,
blink away the stardust in your lashes.
capture the moment. undo it.
she is just a studio body
in greyscale on a freeway billboard,
and not yours to have.
III.
when she turns fabric to skin,
don't look past what you're paid for.
shutter-speed. ask her to move.
she is just waxed skin,
gleaming sun-bronze in warm light,
and not yours to want.
IV.
when she spreads her legs
for the camera lens, remember
to avoid overexposure.
she is just santiago,
and blue hair, those grey eyes,
and not yours to love.
Honey, Honey
Honey, honey, the dead are running.
Better stay in inside with mummy.
Honey, honey, don't go out tonight.
Honey, honey, do you hear them calling?
Hear their voices, screaming, falling?
Honey, honey, don't go out tonight.
Honey, honey, where are you hiding?
Bad things happen when children are naughty.
Honey, honey, come back home tonight.
Honey, honey, blood is dripping.
I'm so scared, the sight is sickening.
Honey, honey, come back home tonight.
Honey, honey, the walls are breaking
They've surrounded me, there's no escaping
Honey, honey, close my eyes tonight.
Honey, honey, home at last your eyes are staring.
It's a bit unnerving, the way they're glaring.
Honey, honey, close my eyes tonight.
Honey, honey, the night is freezing.
From my chest, your knife's protruding.
Honey, honey, gonna die tonight.
Honey, honey, the dead are running.
Better stay in inside with mummy.
Honey, honey, gonna die tonight.
Nativity
They tried for years
before they scheduled an appointment
with the fertility clinic
It didn't work
the first time
and she lost the baby
the second
They were broke
and exhausted
Sometimes they skipped meals
to pay the bills
Some nights Joseph stretched his arm
and Mary's side would be empty
because she was standing
in the nursery
Jospeh didn't want to
try again
but Mary had a dream
An angel spoke to her
beckoned her
but she could not understand
the ancient tongue
Then three men
with gray faces
and golden crowns
kneeled at her feet
and kissed the dirt
She scheduled the appointment
without telling him
Better to ask forgiveness
than permission
once the baby was
alive in her
He found out
of course
when the clinic called
to confirm
and he picked up
Third time's a charm?
he screamed at her
You waste our money on your
false prophecies
You can't understand
the ache I feel
she cried
She slammed the door
with swollen eyelids
and drove to the clinic
the next morning
alone
The angel visited again
after her fourth appointment
He did not speak
even as Mary begged him
for answers
and asked for her husband
to forgive her
He only smiled and
placed a hand on her
stomach
She woke in
tears
He drove her to the
24 hour pharmacy
for a pregnancy test
She couldn't wait to go home
so she ducked into the
grimy staff bathroom
At 3:27 am,
Mary was six weeks
pregnant
Joseph kissed her
in the parking lot
and cried
in front of his wife
for the first time
Forty weeks later,
their test tube baby
manufactured by latex hands
in a sterile laboratory
was born a
warm-blooded daughter
in the passenger seat
of Joseph's truck
under a sky so thick with smog
you could only spot
a single star
above their heads
She was their
miracle
their salvation
so they named her
Bethlehem
(Beth for short)
black women are remembering.
no longer enslaved by religions of bondage and blood and europe's dead kings. we were the Original flower-children who danced with the stars and drank up bits of the moon. it was beat and bred out of memory, but we are now returning.
Great Mother always wins.
~ i know her as Erzulie
selah.k_x