Tales by candlelight.

It is this love we fought for, when we sought to undo the damage already done.

Those hours I stayed up with tears in my eyes begging you not to leave.
You were always at the door, always ready to turn your back on the rumpled sheets and our passionate passion, you never could stay the night and it reminded me of a life before where I was alone.
It was always cold, I was afraid, it was dark and there was no one to hold my hand. They say trauma makes you forget, but they never tell you all the things you’ll remember.
My heart racing every time I walked though the long corridor, would I open the door to an empty room, or find you sitting by the corner?

It was this love I fought for when I made you say those words, somehow the I love you was enough to fill the pit of my empty stomach.
A comforting robe on the shoulders of a child who had spent a lifetime naked in the cold.
If only I knew that I was a seamstress
And I was skilled enough to weave a million “I love you’s”
I would have pushed you out long long ago from the corners of my head.

It is this love I fought for
Long nights alone with myself
Air filled with the smell of roses
Skin shining and a glass in hand
Smiling at the thought
That I had been foolish enough to love myself less.

There’s enough stories for our daughters

There’s enough stories for our daughters
Even if they fail to read the lines on our weather beaten faces
Doing the ancient dance of pots plates and fire
To prepare a plate for a man who has just left his lovers arms

There’s enough letters for Ada
To read stories of the voices silenced
Voices like hers because a woman has no place in the board room

Even if no body tells her, the landlord will
When she goes to pay for an apartment and they tell her
There is no room for single ladies

What we must do is live now, fight now before we die now
One colored braid at a time
One kept maiden name at a time
One loud voice at a time
Waist beads
Leg chains
Nose ring
Endless parties
MSc
PhD
Paid child care
Take outs

For all the sisters who keep the war front occupied, this is for you
For all the miles you’ve walked so others can fly, this is for you

They lied when they told you to sneer at your fellow girls
children of good homes do not wear short skirts
These mocking stares you’ve planted are waiting for you in front
In the husband who you wear your iro and buba for
When he flaunts Obiageli with her mini skirt in the streets of Paris

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J 11:11

It’s not cold tonight,

You’re just lonely

No love in sight

Your heart beats slowly

Stop spinning

Trying to form the words on your tongue

Conjuring a future that never happens

You shouldn’t wet your pillows either

Just forget him

We are queens here

We don’t lay our beads for men who are unworthy

Those who wouldn’t go to war for us

And are to weak to fight with us

Take the fire in my hot words

I give them with hope that it would set your soul free

Help you soar

Instead of twisting around in circles

Outside the fucking borders

I am Randy. I sit in a bar, watch men come and go, I imagine what they would be like when they go down.

The old man in the grey business suit would like it rough. He should like a young, sexy, wild girl to remind him of his lost youth, what if he can’t get it up…..he sure would be better with a massage.

The guy in jeans comes swagging. Yes! He is definitely a spanker. He shows off his abs in them tight tees. “Beautiful” I murmur as he settles down in the stool beside me. A cigarette….he would prolly start with a doggy . these type don’t cuddle,
Sorry love

The writer guy at the coffee shop is a lover, he sees the sun in your eyes from behind his glasses. A perfect tale of commitment and a pretty lass to bring him breakfast in barefoot as he types away every morning.  I’m not falling by Cupids arrow because he’ll be too busy to fuck.

Nerd guy would love a good fuck, but he is too shy to ask.  

A taut butt makes the grind better.

Whose gonna hang me by the wall? Hello bunch of college boys…..I know y’all like to play naughty

I bite my lips and play sexy…..Yes I’ll score a fuck today .

Let them all come hungry and hard, we love to be ravished. Shy and afraid, I’ll give you a little lesson.