I'm a Growing Woman

PAD Challenge Day 14: Write form and/or anti-form poem.  The Onomatopoeias of Hip-hop When a hip artist  hop on a beat, it goes  BOOM BOOM BAP   then BOOM CLICK-CLACK   [[[ SHH!!! the synthesizer]]] Skrrt... skkrrt...         Drop the beat. Oh! SNAP                     Bring it back. Then KABOOM! The volume goes  ZOOM ZOOM for more  BOOM BOOM  to shake up the room Like magic Poof! It's a hip-hop hooray! Mean n' Messy true terrible twos An x-ray of a soiled soul Bare out of disguised  💜D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 13: Write a problem poem. Basic Math  When it comes to relationships, it is simple math for me to  identify my place value with you. If I factor my whole self  into your life  without a greater fraction  of you  ➕️  I can't round up your love  for me to at least 95%  from 94.999999% of the times; ➕️  If I can't multiply the best of me,  while respecting your exponential  grow too;  ➕️  all I feel is divided by you  and  your negative attributes;   Then, this relationship is clearly  a dysfunctional  order of love operations,  and  I'm not your equal.  So,  please excuse me darling as (I) subtract  me from you  for you to figure out  your own  differences alone. 💜 D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 12: Write a set poem. Victoria's Roller Set Back in the day,  Bronner Bros, Luster's and  Dudley Beauty designed  Victoria's Hair Secrets . In Fayettenam, it was imperative  to schedule to receive  five star beauty care in Vickie's chair.   After draping you in a black, red and white  salon cape, she would escort  you to a black luxury bowl  and lounging chair  with silver armrests;  If you were too short  your feet dangled in the air.  Mrs. Vickie would gently  massage shampoo and conditioner  into wet coily, dyed, or permed hair; Rinse as she swooped the water  around the edges with care; Comb from the ends to the roots  detangling without breakage of fine, medium and coarse strands  as females laughed and spilled tea about their family and friends. For extra volume  and a little more body, she would add a  whole Lottabody setting lotion,  from the roots to ends,...

PAD Challenge Day 11: Write a home poem. House of Grief  Lately, Grief has been a frequent guest in my family room of my traditional home of comfort where it tries to rent to own empty spaces, when I'm the only resident, paying in full for memories and pain, after gratefully entering and exiting a foyer of prayers daily. My living room is painted neutral and cozy with pretty memories of when I thought I had enough length of time by the width of life with my Father, grandmother, favorite elementary teacher, sister-friend and mentor that can no longer have a seat at the table of life with me. Instead, Grief has taken several seats quietly. It knows how to sip and be merry, break bread lovingly with me like we are loyal comrades, when it is really a recurring enemy that has tried to cook and poison me in my own kitchen.  I thought about emptying a few bottles from the wine cellar to drown the pain, but I can't find the strength to because they can't carry messages in a bott...

PAD Challenge Day 10: Write a mini poem. A Poet's heART Gallery  Poetry,  my atelier, where I  press n' paint my  heart on pages; Pitching  true colors  of my  soul to  the world. 💜D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 9: Write a “(blank) But (blank)” poem. 💰 4 Wars, But Can't 🍽 the Poor if Tupac was alive i would instantly reply where's the lie? these are the coldest  wars to live by politicians rather hype up  chaos and capitalize spend millions to billions to trillions for fighter and bombers jets to fly- cause more economic disruptions  aggravating disparities and  environmental destruction psychological distress and post-traumatic stress  let innocent civilians die than allocate federal monies to supply subsistence to keep citizens alive Inspired by "They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor." - Tupac Shakur (Keep Ya Head Up, 1993) 💜D'ElegantOne