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[crazyeyedwriter]

I’ve been thinking about the connection between women and history lately, and how my relationships with my mother, grandmother, sister, and other females in my life affect me. White Pearls deals with the issue of never really knowing just how much of an impact someone has on another, and just how much is left of us when we’re gone. If you wanna check it out, just look it up at writtenstate.wordpress.com. #writtenstate #thewrittenstate #poetry #whitepearls #poet #women #history #memory https://www.instagram.com/p/B2kZ_GUleAw/?igshid=q5qwy9wonio1

[thingsunspoken-blackfeminist]

Money Owed

Yesterday’s a bitch and she owes me money.

And not like two dollars I let sit

Stagnant in my pocket one day and forget

 About the next. I’m talking about a missed 

payment on my mortgage 

And the IRS is calling to take my life away.

I’m talking about a stolen identity

That’s left my soul in bankruptcy

And the bank doesn’t think I’m worth bailing.

Yesterday is a no-good…

[crazyeyedwriter]

“A Collection of Five Letters” by B. Cooper #writtenstate #thewrittenstate #poetry #blackwork #blackpoets #blackpoetry #acollectionoffiveletters https://www.instagram.com/p/B1FsyrqHPgt/?igshid=1n49n1bt9cs44

[thingsunspoken-blackfeminist]

Dead Night Regrets

She’ll regret this in the morning,

I think as she collapses on my chest,

 lips suction cupped to my neck and her hands

trail blazing skin. Here we will lay

in this bed, move like one collective storm

of ecstasy

And what were we thinking?

Until there is nothing but nature’s instincts

under our skies, until we rush toward sacrilegious

Fulfillment.

 Then, her eyes will…

[crazyeyedwriter]

While we remember all those we lost on this 9/11, I think we should also pay tribute to our heroes, and remember just how far we have come since this tragedy as a nation. #writtenstate #thewrittenstate #remember #poet #poetry #america https://www.instagram.com/p/B2SQNrYFXkD/?igshid=1w5h1s42vtm40

[crazyeyedwriter]

In other words, I’ve been pretty busy! With moving to a new apartment and starting my master’s, I’ve been a little overloaded, so bear with me. As always, if you like my stuff, check out my website on the writtenstate’s page! #poetry #reallylate#writtenstate #thewrittenstate #poet https://www.instagram.com/p/B2Ni0_aFg1i/?igshid=laaqqokjf1a4

[crazyeyedwriter]

In other words, I haven’t posted because I’ve been so busy! Between moving and starting my masters program, things are so hectic, I’ve been struggling to time to post. But I’m back and ready to go!#poetry #poet #writtenstate #thewrittenstate #unscheduledhiatus https://www.instagram.com/p/B2NLW-xFfSw3hEHLsBLXiigIwy99L_-wX0-yf80/?igshid=5ip1a8t85umm

[thingsunspoken-blackfeminist]

Temporal Transfix Pt. 2

Temporal Transfix Pt. 2

*A work of ten parts originally

2:

Suppose linearity a hoax,

that time spins around the world

Overlapping shifting strings 

until the circles link and chain, 

Entrapping today on either side.

Were you aware ghosts

Were merely echoes

Of past, replaying

And engaging

The present to construct

A more shattered future?

Perhaps her echo

Lies in the…

[thingsunspoken-blackfeminist]

Temporal Transfix Pt.1

*A work of ten parts originally

Prelude:

Dear infinity, I give my heart to you

as a well-wishing gift. You have survived

your identity chopped and separated

into three dying parts, and the ire

of children knowing only a piece

of you. There is a sweet secret

embedded in the darkness 

between planets, that one day 

those parts will find each other,

that they will…

[thingsunspoken-blackfeminist]

The Bus Ride Home

The Bus Ride Home

“And that’s how I got into the Raider’s game for free.”

The sporadic bumps of potholes flown over by the city bus enhanced the headache Bernie was getting as he was forced to listen to the bus passenger.

Said passenger was sitting haphazardly over the seat right behind Bernie, leaning around the divider between the rest of the vehicle and its driver to regale story after story.

The man,…

[thingsunspoken-blackfeminist]

Dear Lady, I Feel

Dear Lady, I Feel

*mention of stillbirth, so caution

Lady Liberty, I feel for you.

Your honor has been questioned, your mission

gaslighted, and your children no longer know

your face. I feel for you, in that woman way,

in that way Cassandra saw the fall of Troy

Only for a man god to take her credibility.

Corporate gods laugh at you now.

“Can you even spell freedom, Lady?”

The fools…

[thingsunspoken-blackfeminist]

It's Enough

It’s Enough

It’s enough to want

enough to want, enough to want

Enough to watch the stars stickered

to the dark walls of the sky

and wonder if they rise and fall

to bring life to another blue marble,

enough to watch our own star rise

and think that on her lonely days

she sings to her sisters.

Enough to want, enough to want

Enough to feel cool brittle grass trace my back

and…

[thingsunspoken-blackfeminist]

The Modern Prophet

*This is dedicated to my roommate Alicia, who helped with the idea for this fiction

[warning: some cussing and a hint of sexual abuse towards the end]

The old hag was a bitch.

CJ glared down at the thin, brown hand outstretched toward him, its counterpart already clutching the fifteen dollars it took for the usual thirty-minute session. Only, the old hag was bumping the price to twenty. 

[thingsunspoken-blackfeminist]

Hair Wars

*In honor of my sister’s cat, who took over the house and our hearts in her time with us.

The cat hair is everywhere at my father’s house.

It sticks to my father’s sweater as he greets

me at the door, rises in the air as my sister

waves from the family couch, the follicles

parachuting down on the wind from her hand.

It’s in the rugs, in the furniture, swept up in the air

each…

[thingsunspoken-blackfeminist]

Death of Authors

Death to me

For I choose a sleep

Of ages, the breed

All gods succumb to.

Fear may come to shrinking

Hands, but the pen swims steady

Between skinny blue waves

Of paper.

Symbols splatter

By my blood, wrenched free

From dying kidneys and aged

Livers have power to resurrect

Far out in tepid futures.

Lasting pen, my sister

Give the living gift

To written…

[thingsunspoken-blackfeminist]

Untimely Mother

*Warning: child abuse toward the end; read with caution

Mary hated the woman for coming. Yes, it was she who had opened the door to the woman, Mary who bade her to sit down and drink coffee, and it was Mary who obeyed when the woman ordered her to get the baby. Still, she hated the woman for coming.

The woman taking up the easy recliner, forcing Mary to hold the baby on the kitchen stool…