I’m a woman!!!

Stuck sitting on the toilet!
I’m a Woman! I’m a Woman!
A Woman Got Dammit!

How come my mommy couldn’t be the Modern Day Madre back in the day?
I had to learn about my womanhood in the middle school sex ed. Classroom.
Like 12 and 13 made you grown and cramps would come like hard days at track practice
Or earthquakes rocking boulders down avalanches.
Face of 16 yet 26 rising on the physical
Slow aged like cheese and still spiritual bound like the immortals.
Who are you girl, bleeding from the womb?
Bleeding in the resurrection and procreation tomb and room?
No pains do you whine?
All that blood for seven days, yet you do not cry of dyin’?
What wrong with you girl, Have you no life?
Who created these growing pains and why do we stop growing for life to become crises of midlife menopause of middle age.
Oh Time, Father Time. You Forsake us you bastard.
Coward you are!!
You Limit my Motherly womb of Nature with clocks that tick and tock
And bombs that drop with bloody hell on monthly week for majority of my life.
And every one of those 7 days, I find myself sitting on this toilet with my lady products,
Feeling like that teenage girl again first learning that it’s hit me!

I’m a WOMAN!

Mother Earth’s Wavelength

Mother Earth's Wavelength.

Dream of Picnics by the Sun

I woke up to you in a dream.
An open grey matter space so serene.
Cool breeze sent shivers down my spine
I couldn’t breathe and that was fine.
No thin lines to blue cloud.
Mouth closed I called your name loud
Couldn’t see you. Only felt your presence. Reached for you and fell into the deep….
Spiritual Feelings I have for you.
Good morning Good Sun. Light that you are. Guide me your way
To sun-ripened peaches and oranges in a picnic.
Where we sit and I stare at your spirit.
Yearn to taste the sweet citrus of your lips but my eyes don’t lead my hands to you.
I’m just stuck staring deep. In the difference that you are.
The peace that resides in your soul.
I am here.
Inside your elements.
The fruits of your life.
And I am awakened, with you.
Peace.

QSS

Pilot Recipe

Butterscotch kisses
Peanut butter delicacies
Chocolate adventures
Into your mind frame

A created recipe for your brown sugar
Soft center
Light exterior
Pure demeanor
Feeling the whole textures of your being
Inside my hands
I begin to sprinkle your essence
In my life as sand
I dare not taste before finished products are evolved and baked
Tempting you appear to my mind
An obsession not faked
Thoroughly mixed but undone
Taste not mastered but smell is exquisite and fun.
Resisting a reactive compulsive condition to sniff
But head on your shoulder I fell within the mist
Aggressive and strong
Assets I agree do no wrong
Not trying to jump your bones but I feel your tones.
Different hues sending my spirit different cues.
aRe you the T before or after S that is silently Vying for the double yoU Winning space where eXes couldn’t tell whY there was so much Zeal inside a spirit like me.
I could embrace you
capture all of You
Run away and keep the memory of your spirit true
Come back just as Fresh in my mind
I collectively think about time
But as my tattoo quotes
“Connect spirits to a place where time is not an element.”
And in the open air there you were standing
Right where my mental plane has landing.
Your air is so commanding…

QSS.

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Insanity!

Psychotic visions of driving off walls, only to fall in love with you.
I would let the car crash onto the ground & not get hurt because your love would protect me.
No scraps & bruises, only slit wrists & throats from you holding my hands & caressing my neck.
I feel the tingling sensation you bring, like the ghosts of dead people trying to collect my soul.
I watch them & talk to the inside my dreams of insomnia.
Delirious insight to the words you say to me, like inspiration for death & dishonor.
I follow you.
I’d even jump off of Mt. Kilomanjaro if my schizophrenic friends told me to.
But I’d only be doing it for you, with an evil grin on my face because I have a crazy love for you.
Its not decieving because I’m only into receiving your ever deadly bullet.
I would drink my own blood & yours to keep replenishing the life of my being.
Only for you.
Some might call me obsessive, but to me, its only being a little selfish & I would leave this Earth selfless for you.
Sometimes I pull triggers from gun ranges in my bathroom mirrors.
And maybe I do pull the noose from my hanging post a tad bit tighter than most.
I like to jump, just to feel that snug strangling feeling around my neck for when your hands aren’t here.
When I sleep, I enjoy tying my pillow to my face so that I slow my breathing near death to feel high in the morning.
I do these things out of the deep love I have for you, “because I know that everything in life must come to an end, & when it does, I hope that you remember me!” -MosDef

-QueenSoulSista

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