I'm a Growing Woman

Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write an out poem. CoMiNg OuT As you proclaim  the identify of who you are I never saw you in a closet You were & will always be  a child of God to me One In need of Love for every rainbow of you Greater from & By Those not so Quick to judge dehumanize & crucify  💜D'ElegantOne 

Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write a “(blank) the World” poem. ways of the world if it’s in your heart feel it and then correct me if i’m wrong is it the ways of the world or the ways of humans   imagine 24/7 substantial rotations without a billion souls no rules  against God's  length of greens and widths of blues no laws no wars no sins                no lick backs no petty no shade only the natural of the nature narrating my floral growth because it never attempted to steal my spiritual focus or kidnap me into temptation for the desire of              my flesh my eyes my pride of life not even the time of the day will show deception to me              every hour every minute every second since my DOB was loyal to every breath of me the sun  always kissed me in the right places from the heart of the day the moon  always shared its glow with a dance in th...

Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write a crime poem. Acquitted I ain't going up nobody's river  to do hard time  for the shots of love  I point-blank aimed at you 'Cause the way I loved you- non-incognito  without suppressing  my infinite ammunition    Beyond reasonable doubt Your thirsty soul alone  proved my innocence  You'd never had love  explicit like this True devotion & desire       under the influence of agape without forged feelings a breach of trust and loyalty  Zero fraudulent seductions  under operations after laundering my emotional intelligence  and embezzling my time... So       Please Charge        no infractions  to my heart for loving you right... 💜D'ElegantOne 

Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write a gone fishing poem. Go Fish the Sea to See We you & I Gotta be careful on the ponds That we splish splash in Sometimes-at-times What we reel in our lives  ain't always real Plenty of fish can be fishy Fishy enough to fake the fake looks of a good catch to bait and hook  Just wait & see when casting for the deep Some lost at sea Others be lying dead at sea  before the eyes of seas can see Different sealevels & schools Break ranks From the bottom feeders  to the floaters  With little or no independence  & emotional maturity  Sometimes-at-times  our gills may uniform our breaths & we match in hearts kindness & empathy Maybe a mix & match in stability  consistency respect & vulnerability  Sometimes-at-times  Temporarily love bombed  by the treasures of one's sea without depth & still be entertained intentionally  Just to be caught  in a moment then rel...

Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write a competitive poem.   Twice As Good As long as I bounce my own ball in my court, I never want to be twice as good to anyone that couldn't recognize me just like they didn't recognize my ancestors; knowingly knowing all of the cards in the hands of America will always be against someone like me. STRIKE ONE because I’m born female There are men and women that will say I shouldn’t be flexing my femininity or own my own independence like the homegrown voluptuous curves that shape me naturally.   STRIKE TWO because I'm born a darker hue, unlike the mass majority, the lighter version receives no penalty for coaching the rest of the world to loathe the melanin I carry within. STRIKE THREE because my intelligence quotient is fly, higher than a kite; and my tongue can speak and feet can dance   in the depths of parables. When I, once and for all, only want to be as good  as me, myself and I get greater  between the silver lines of...

Wednesday's Poetry Prompt: Write a slump poem. The Blues I caught the blues  Not by an ocean or a sky They came with no rhythm  Out of no where out of sight Like notes from the grooves  of BB King Muddy Waters and Etta James I feel them deep inside my veins Sprinting from the north  to the southside of me Can't you see? Every feature on my face From the furrow of my forehead to the lukewarm bays of my eyes  The Blues leaning heavily on my smile  Even my lady lumps  are drooped and slumped  They dangle to the east And jangle to right Without my bones  hootin' and hollerin' about Through the sunshine  and moonshine Until I shake a tailfeather  to shout them out 💜D'ElegantOne