I am not an evolved Woman

An evolved woman walks through the world with grace and poise

I barrel through the room with my foot in my mouth

An evolved woman hides her sorrow and releases it to the quiet moon

I scream and yell and cry into my pillow

An evolved woman turns the other cheek when faced with Injustice

I rage, rail and complain to all who holds compassion for me

I am not an Evolved woman

An evolved woman finds her solace on the yoga matt chanting mantras of higher love

I forced myself to the silent space in between intrusive thinking

I am not an Evolved woman

An evolved woman has no shame, guilt or fears and yield a mighty power of being adored

I push myself to write my power through the haze of insecurity and pressure to be valid

I am not an Evolved woman

An evolved woman laughs off the family push pull and box around her ‘negative’ flow with Free love and blessings

I affirm my blessings at a nearby path to sanity and purpose above my human ego

I am not an evolved woman

An evolved woman is the center of attention as her smile attracts no hate and only holy acceptance to do no wrong

but never Right

Left Brain

I smile to hide the hard road of achieving a dream just out of touch but lives in my protected imagination

An Evolved woman is the goal to beat and emulate as a role model for all girly composure

I am not an evolved woman

my goat is to beat the undertoe of energy caught in the vortex surrounding the shadows of; Evolved woman

who I am not

I am involved woman

Involved in digging into all my layers of: what not suppose to be

I am an involved woman

Involved in understanding what makes us tick and what ticks us off

I am an involved woman

Involved in this solitary journey that has left me with no family, no friends and no love

but i bare within

Me

I am an involved woman

Involved in showing myself a better way past blaming myself for not measuring up to be

An Evolved Woman

Rocking my body to Tupac with a side of Maya

Traveling through the underground trail to bring us into mainstream life

Swaying to Luther Van-D never too much to talk about at the black board

A journey into time examining Harriet’s toes bloody and bare

I sway to the beat box of African faces singing songs of the revolution

A Brush with death hung on a tree to rubber necks shocked into silence.

I dance it out with Common and the lyrics of a generation paying tribute.

A March that ebbs and flows but is never done in the backdrop of breathe to air.

Drumming it out adding a bit of salsa to the djembe that the middle passage made music.

What is a Lie by Ommission

A mission to hide the little things with mum’s the word

A white lie in the pocket with pens from the supply closet

The girl who got away but never left your heart so wifey doesn’t need to know

A night out with the guys or gals which end in little white lines

Loyalty to a game stop money ring ringing pop songs at kareoke

Fight club community that bans together at all cost

What is a Lie by Ommission

My half brother love child that nobody is supposed to know about

Devotion to the dollar while handing out soup at the kitchen

Illness and death wish at the convivence of work to be done

A pile full of resumes on the desk of leverage against the cashier on the job

What is a Lie by Ommission

A mission that has seemed to be the main mission of a country gone scary

A lie by Ommision rewarded at the office

but destructive to relationships.

What is your lie by Omission?

Mind Wonder how do i get you monkey off my heart

a silent blue zone regulation from embarrassment from letters unread.

Patterns of thought back to you not to have my back feeling sad ghost on my lips.

A zone of Red naked to haunt all brain surprises and disillusionment to a life never lived.

Panicked disgusts to disappoint another sacred Sunday walking the dark alone.

talk is yellow cheap to a frustrating ear of mine own echo of silly longing that will not leave my arm space

An energy hug of piecing together the last bits of feeling your palms to palms touched to another rose.

A crisp goddess from school daze death made to haunt my confusing wonder…

mind the girl claiming my life was just a dream holder for her true one.

Left with no answers staring blankly into settling into your imprint with courage to allow it

in my dreams to walk freely while I wake to step I scarcely wanted to emit forward….

Needing you.

Never leaving you

as I let the fullness of your mont—a—goooo be your blessing to my envy….

I am living in the donut hole…. falling on the sword of my resume

I am living in the donut hole.. husky standing upright to flea

I am living in the donut hole.. no i in my ra ra and movement makes it rare

I am living in a donut hole.. making the best of a gap fired off by the bottom line

I am living in a donut hole.. small town city life in the shadow of wall street..

I am living in a donut hole… reaching to old age with dignity over an experience of pitfalls

I am living in a donut hole… lies and diplomats holding the mouthpiece to keep her on her post

I am living in a donut hole… A richness that cast dark on the bootstraps of working life

Living in a donut hole… politcal cleverness that white washes the distinction of skin color

in a donut hole… of a new generation that won’t

live in the donut…

living hole heart

wash whiting the distinction

of blue collar

Do

Nutthing

Whole……………show

me

the

money from the shadows of

wall street…..