What I Love Most?…
I love that one tendril of auburn hair
You know… The one that never fails to remind me of what the PLAN IS
And, thennnnnn, that which what REAALLLY Happens
The one that never knew how to ride the straight line of a hot comb
Light as air – TWISSSSTYYYY
Whimsical & Sweet
Like ruffled socks taggin’ along on Buster Brown’ddd feets –
Hopscotching & Double-dutching in these streetzzzz
Young, Yet wise in these Games
She be knowin’ the rhythms and flows of which she’s been ordained to go
Trusting in the hoods’ beats, the hot 16’s, the barzzzz that intermingle within each
and evevrrry single, solitary strand on this head:
HARD
DENSE
TEXTURED
LAYERED…
And LOVIN’ how once you’ve been gripped in it,
Neither He, She, They or Them can seem to let go
Stone-Cold frozen in its gaze
Misrepresented Medusa
Getting a bad wrap about what these tresses actually do
Swatting away envies like flies off shhhhhhhifty individuals
Each day the mane is awakened in new freedoms,
With transformation and elevation locked into each curl
What I Love Most?…
This voice
Aggressively Invading Mental Space
Sprinkled with some special
Sound captured in iridescent soap-filmed bubbles, attempting to escape my throat
DELICATE
MAJESTIC
Encapsulated with purpose
Poppin’ at the drop of a hat, or the flip of a coin
Forcing them to See the magic in Me
The Bronx is Breathing In these lungs,
sustaining the werd fueled by the herd
as we graze in our own homegrown sustenance
We giving the werd its’ flowers while it’s still here
Voice be soothin’
Trancing
Instant state to meditate, help mediate the drama
No need to self-medicate
The lines I spit be way more than enough to get ya high off tha vibez
No need to pump up the volume
Voice be boomin’ factuals and actuals
Teaching ya’ll that being loud don’t make you right…
Funny how the subtlest of lines can make you think twice?
What I Love Most?…
that Conscious & Unconscious Mind
Outsleeping the Sun
Playing tag with the Moon
Drinking in the White Noise
Breathing out galaxies of stars
Living in Midnight, and in Lullabies
Chewing slow on the memories that surface in slumber
Savory and full of spice
Hands outstretched, landing strips for my blessings
Clenched fists needed no more as the dark omens dispel
In this sanctuary of cerebrum
Imagination takes flight
Direction is limitless, Opportunities a plenty
Left & Right interlock fingers, officially announcing their coupling
Left-Brain letting go of the supposed correct calculation of the equation
Giving in to Right-Brain’s analog clock
Following those creative ticks that surprisingly elevate the educative niche
Empowering the spin of axis
Deconstructing praxis
Educating, Closing Gapsss iz
What this mind was made to do
What do I love most?…
Damn, Let me love up on all of this YOU
[Image-credits]This piece is part of our Fall 2021 In-Residence series, Blooming Fiascoes with E
