Doll

He wants me.. ……………………though he knows me not. He wants me.. ……………………..he thinks I’m beautiful  “You’re my Living Doll..” he whispers at my earlobe…though he’s never really seen me. He wants me.. ……………………..he wants my legs wrapped around him, ankles crisscrossed at his waist, holding, gripping, and lifting me…though he’ll never ever feel me. He…

This Is A Stick Up!

I want the American Dream: Clean, Pristine, and Green! Give me a Big Butt with Wide Hips and Full Lips..with Taut Thighs, Thin Waist and Heavy Breast…Tucked Lower-back and High Rump..So, that every time I walk it appears as if I am wearing a 6 inch, high-heeled pump. Give me Silky Skin and Pearly-Perfect Whites…A…

My Belly

Dare I say that I love my belly… “I love my Belly..” Although, I haven’t had one in awhile.  I do now…. though brief; primarily from a monthly bloat…. but a BELLY nonetheless. A Belly -of Fullness -of comfort -of laxness A Belly reflective of too much wine and cake A Belly of too much…

PFC LaVena Lynn Speaks

On April 28, 2012, I attended the NWVAA (National Women’s Veterans Association of America) 1st Annual “Break the Silence” Military Sexual Assault & Suicide Advocates in San Diego, California. The Conference featured Veteran Women bravely telling their stories of sexual assault and abuse suffered by fellow soldiers, superior officers, and other officials of the military. …

My Daughters and Sons

I’ve had many..many.. Daughters and Sons I packed their lunches with their favorite foods, a blessed fruit, and a note “No Matter What, You are Great! You will do your best because you are the best!, I love You, signed Mommy and (smiley face) I zipped their coats and helped them with their backpacks..Tied the…

That Lady Sang Dem Blues (Tribute to Billie Holiday)

“Chile, That LADY sang dem BLUES”… She sang of Men and Women, boys and girls, Love and Beginnings and the Beginning to an End. She sang of her trouble and triumph She sang through lynchings and beatings, in basements and back alleys She sang in front of All White faces telling the destiny of Black…

“Don’t ya let my baby ride, Man”- Jaw Jacking

Jaw Jacking She belongs to me. She belongs to me! From the Top of her Head to the Tip of her Toe..Mine.  All Mine. Possessive? (Hell Yes)  Controlling? (Hell Yes)  She belongs to me..from the Tip of her Toe to the Top of her Head. Wherever, she goes..I go. Whatever, she does..I do. AND if…

I’m too afraid..(still)

I thought I’d lasso the Moon last-night…just to keep it a little longer.. just to hold on to the dream a bit tighter, but Sun interrupted my sleep and forced itself upon me… Now, daylight shines much too bright, and the secret of missing (YOU) is out. Alone…Still. My pillow is still fluffed. Sheet still…

Diddy..Diddy

I thought that you’d come see about me..by now. I thought that you’d be thinking about me..by now. Maybe you’re just too busy for me..right now. but…I thought that you’d come see about me..by now. I know it’s been hard loving a woman like me. I know that I ain’t make it easy. I know…

I am NOT Nameless!

“I have a name..I exist”