I'm a Growing Woman

PAD Challenge Day 19: Write a family poem. 1st Cousins   Growing up in the 90s,  my first cousins were  my first companions.  My first best friends  before we learned how  to pronounce and spell F-R-I-E-N-D.  We shared more  than flesh and blood.  We shared quality time- known today as nostalgic  memories of us being two  then more peas in a pod. We were more jolly than  the Jolly Ranchers and  sweeter than the Cracker Jack from the hands of our  grandma's at sleepovers  where we were fed  food from the soul,  danced the Electic Slide  and did the Tootsie Roll. Every summer,  we dreamed out loud together  over grape, green apple, orange  and cherry freeze pops  and Lemonheads. Far from Warheads and Airheads,  only Nintendo, Easter egg hunts  and Trick-or- treating made  us short-term frienemies.    At our own  private pool parties  or beach tr...

PAD Challenge Day 18: Write a reconsideration poem. 2nd Thoughts  💭💬 on the other hand  it was love their mind/body/soul needed quality time they'll recall back in time  when words of affirmations matched the acts of  services & the best gifts from YOU & I were  presence, trust, & empathy in periods of tough times when  limited edition of earthly angels like US  genuinely showed up to touch a heart like never before  💜D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 17: Write an ambiguity poem. in a sHaDoW of a doubt with good intentions  i came here to be the best that i could become i thought you could see  the passion persistence & potential painted on me when my neon spirit  showed up & showed up again  because i heard  through the grapevine  that people living in the true colors  of their souls in human artistry  could offer & receive  aqua & light  in evolutional artistic spaces  like this  to unpretentiously  glow & grow  become fine art  without playing a sinister role in politics reducing queendom to a pawnship or flaunt puppetry & petty at the crossroads of tit for tat cause in the acts of these actions  a mass mystery of misunderstandings lies  until next time we meet again &  make ourselves less opague  & more clear 💜D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 16: Write a new poem. New Greens From black land to black hands, guess what? I got new greens! They are southern, broad and beautiful like me. Good ole country d ark, hearty, loose leafy greens; Stem strong, thick and luscious as me; Ready to be soaked, washed, rinsed, Stacked, rolled, then cut up in between. Oh, I even got a new stockpot, a little smoke turkey and some seasonings. Mmm Mmm, Sniff...sniff I can smell n' taste them now Oh, with a little pot liquor, kissing cornbread then me. Mmmm Mmmm- collards so good, I'll probably praise dance then shout and scream! 💜D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 15: Write an “Under (blank)” poem. Under the Impression   as I grow wiser in l-o-v-e,  i'm not under the same  impressions about it it appears easier to season to taste  love slowly  as compared  to deep loving quickly overly sharing  the acts of kindness  and services can  birth internal complications  and introduce  a lifetime of lacerations too much love bombing  to the point where love  is just as confused  by the heart shapes  worn on sleeves taped to windows filled with chocolates  or blown into balloons  on one day  in the month of February completely contrast  to the concept of  a human's heart  and the time it has on earth living under the influence of 1 Corinthians 13 just as foreign as  love languages billions will have  a different type  speak of more if correctly affirmed 💜D'ElegantOne 

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