Author: Kelsey With Some Jo
Take a Moment
The mind of a woman
might leave you strangled,
might leave you blind
but never will it leave you
to stay behind.
The mind of a woman
might kick up some dust,
might kick up a city
but never will it kick up
to settle you empty.
The mind of a woman
might laugh and cry,
might laugh and smile
but never will it laugh
to lie to a child.
The mind of a woman
might start then stop,
might start from doubt
But never will it start
to finish in a drought.
The mind of a woman
can be many moments.
The mind of a woman
can be without moment.
Take a moment.
Take a moment.
From the Eyes of a Misfit Girl
I saw the world
From the eyes of a misfit girl
Full of limitations, disappointments, fear
But then, my eyes were widened
To a pop
And the world spilled out some truth
So, I took notice
And I saw the world
And how it measured
Truth is:
It wasn’t fitting
It was missing
It was lost
And gone forever
When I saw this
I lost the
Girl
I lost the girl
And the world
From the eyes of a misfit girl
The Tide
The sound of the rain
Falls like the sound
Of my heart
A river falling
To a tidy sea
Sounds like rain
Love taken all of me
My heart lies to me
She can’t trust the rain
When the tide rises
The river is silent and gone
She’s swallowed up
Love come sharp to
A soft beating heart
A river flowing from tide to sea
It sounds like rain
When the tide comes in
To carry the river free
My heart and soul
Cry sounds of rain
The tide has come to go
Confederate Flag
I saw a confederate flag once
Hanging on the kiosk
Of a gas station in Indiana
Who thought it was well
To see a for sale?
Reminding us of
Black dust
From chain’s rust?
Hanging men
From trees to keep
White prodigies?
Wow. It’s not that serious–
Only it’s history
Which created
Present luxury
So why does our country
Thinks it’s fly
To have a flag
We don’t pledge to
Hanging in a state
We belong to?
– Kelsey Jo
White Girl
I look different to them
You see it in my thighs
But I’m white
Only my thoughts are black
And my heart’s black
When I’m left alone
In the dark
And my space attacks
My mind to see
The truth in the culture
And my loss
In submissive lies
I take my passive aggression
And I bite your sessions
Into a lesson
On my black confession
Aim
Let it sink in
Like quick sand
On my hand
It’s a dream
Of a child of destiny
She’s searching
For the answer
Just a little child
Not much to mistake
With her sharp eyed
Pains and open disdain
For what’s evil and vain
If she shoots too soon
She’ll miss the target
She knows
Make the arrow
Sink to the center
Of the target’s heart
Take the dream
With both hands
Hold it fast
So it won’t collapse
Aim again
Only once
Square those shoulders
Make yourself bolder
Now shoot
And hear the target cry
Dreams achieved
In the blink of an eye
The child lives
The target dies
– Kelsey Jo
