I'm a Growing Woman

Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write a joke poem.  Jelly Rolls I have two chubby thick n' waffle golden brown ones on my belly. No bake; They naturally rise up & fall down. I call them team double trouble 'cause they always rolling in the deep. No butter; They're angel soft & smell florally sweet. Far from being edible; they can be poked, kissed, licked & caressed. And, if I laugh out loud, they'll jiggle then wiggle for a while. And, if I sweat out loud, they'll melt away, off my abdomen after a while. 😂 💜D'ElegantOne 

Wednesday’s Poetry Prompt: Write an enclosed poem. seclusion The world is in a time. And I’m in between another time- where we both aren’t ticking and tocking together. I’m locked inside my inner light, hiding from the world’s darkness that’s rotating like earth’s axis, replicating evil, free of charge. I’m breathing happy as heaven- even resting in peace by the light  of the sun, the moon, and the stars. In my deep self-centered space, self-love, self-empathy & self-kindness reaches back for me in case reciprocity is deceased. Cause, I aint got no mo’ grace periods. I’m just giving me the best of me- fighting for the inner misfit. I’m her army and five star general- saving the rest of her heart from old sleeves, down to cutting strings that made her strange fruit in the eyes of a pathogenic world. 💜D'ElegantOne