its you

i can tell
by the way you look at me
that i may not be
your original desire
the one that occupies the many
thoughts
fantasies
memories
pictures
heart story
you may have on a daily basis
reflecting in hindsight
on the
woulda, shoulda, coulda
when i, and i
now i
but i
lay
in the essence of rebellion
a woman scorned
not seeking revenge
yet exacting it upon
unsuspecting p.o.w.'s
victims and products
of the angry black womens movement
i shall not put forth
desire
lust
false lashes
pressed hair
polished nails
bottled figures
masked face
massive wardrobes
high snobiety knockoffs
for your attention
i come starved
unrelentingly imaginative
filled with unconscious dimensions
where our magic happens
where our magic sleeps
where our magic provides
where our magic hangover
inspires translucent imitation
where our magic changes the world
and no one
that's everyone
enjoys every minute
of our apparently silent servitude
in the words of you

lifewritermaze