Sunday, January 30, 2011

Why Don't My Momma Love Me...?

I can take the heat. I snap right back. I am deviant, unruly and kinky beyond belief. I am versatile and my moods alternate between wild and tame. I can be anything I want to be.

I AM my hair.

8/23/10

Thursday, August 19, 2010

A Modern Medusa

You make me feel like a monster.
With my graceful step
and my just-so breasts
and my trim, cinched waist
and my mile-long legs,
I AM A FREAK
when you look at me.

You make me into a myth.
With my pretty smile
and my plump, ripe lips
and my cocoa scent
and my coffee eyes,
I’M AN ABOMINATION
for your viewing pleasure.

You make me out to be odious.
With my honey voice
and my knife-edge wit
and my giving heart
and my knowing words,
I AM A WITCH
who cannot enchant you.

but i do not have these thought because i am UNNATURAL and i do not have these needs because i am PERVERSE so after i am DEFEATED i can go back to my lair and stare into a mirror until i imagine that if i stare long enough my hair will twist into snakes and my heart will turn to stone because you refuse to see your sideshow admirer.