in community those who do not 

 

the man i was drawing and dreaming was six foot three two hundred twenty pounds

six foot two one hundred eighty-five pounds

six foot three one hundred forty-five pound

six foot five two hundred ten pounds   

 

a little sketch of his white woman 

i didn’t know where to put myself 

I am nobody’s woman I belong to myself because I am unable to forgive 

but what is because

I am I said unable to forgive 

 

they say I am his other woman  

but I don’t belong to anybody nor the streets I don’t know any other way

to love 

unable and because

I know him and he knows me

when he says 

come here girl!

that is what i do

not anybody but the one who is the very one who is the one who 

can know I do not forgive the ones who have the same quality for warring

they love the soldier I was raised to be   the war in me 

like I love him             I do not forgive    I do not give anybody my money

 

the struggle is over

hustle

 

i think i hold freedom inside me which is probably why i dream about 

who i want inside me who among my sweet friends

all of whom treat me like the 

bitch

they believe me to be 

in their hearts 

i’m not embarrassed to say i am the other woman 

it’s an open secret it’s a 

metaphor  

 

on the street with a man i want very badly

i know i am eclipsed by his actual glamor

and fearlessness 

a wake anybody conscious could move into  

when i say “a man i want” he’s black because 

because because because because 

the quest reveals 

love to be what i have to offer and what i have for  

my familiar  

he is a criminal he is a liar he is high as a motherfucker  

on his way over here right now    

 

soon i’ll need a new pair of spectacles 

i need 

somebody to pick up the tab for afterschool

to pay off my loans

i’m broke

 

this is something we can negotiate 

the toll

 

to be claimed 

belonging to him as the root business 

between us 

our instructive adhesion 

taking place within unwillingness to forgive surrounding terrors

 

blocked in terms of sociogeny

 

i think about having a secretary

i wish for a girl 

to shield me from incoming emails 

and misogynist blows

 

simone is in a meeting she cannot come to the phone right now (POW) she sleeps naked

(GBOSA) her skin is very delicate       though papery to her own touch                she will 

accept flowers yes ranunculus and dahlia (SMACK) she is saying hold on