4/30/2015

womenarmorWarrior.

War.

She was.

Destructive

Rebuilding

Hurting

Healing.

Afraid

Brave

Believing

Seeking

Dreaming

Being

Willing to fight for freedom

Still defining its meaning

She’d hurt me

to free me.


“Cum for me, baby”

She conjures

Escaping

Between my thighs

In pleas and sighs

Bracingfemale

To ride

My flesh

If I can’t drive

Myself.

Penetrating.

My spirit

Speaks her name

In other realms.


Warrior.

War.

She was.

Always

Wearing armor

Armed Sage

Charming

Willing to engage

Disarming me

In our exchange.

She sincerely came

For me.


Seductive.

Protecting mearmor2

From her own destruction

Unless I requested that she fuck me

Then she’d sculpture me

With the shards of her heart.

Make me her god

Then bare witness

Worship is kismet

Challenging life’s hopelessness

With the light of death’s openness

Blessing emptiness

With securer bridges

To evolve.

Pledging our loyalty

Committed to evolving

Pleasant is suffering

Pain is royalty’s

Payment for wisdom.

Love as religion

Scripture says forgiveness

We cum together

On an alter of intuition

Prayed for

Meditated on

Faithfully

Saving

Saviors

Passion

Crucifixion

We kill ourselves

To love how we envisioned.


Filed under: Free-write, NationalPoetryMonth2015, Poem, Poetry, Self Reflection, Uncategorized Tagged: #BlackPoet, #BlackWoman, #NaPoWriMo, #nationalpoetrymonth, artistnik, black female writer, nik nicholson
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Published on April 30, 2015 06:19
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