Guess what

I rolled down my window and I didn’t ask for permission.

If life was just about permission, how would we survive? How would we create?

Creativity doesn’t have to be a permissible mystery.

I believe everyone was born to create.

 

Goodbye Crazy

Goodbye

my second love

the pain

you hummed

while you

beat your drum

to a word that’s

numb.

Goodbye

my second love

the chord

you struck

inside my heart

to turn me to

my pleasure.

Goodbye

my second love

the hate

you sprung

while you sung

your song

about

illusions.

Goodbye

my second love

the way you

mocked

my present day

with a rhythm

that made me

Crazy.

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 to doubt

But never will it start

to finish not found.

 

The mind of a woman

can be many moments.

 

The mind of a woman

can be without a moment.

 

Take a moment.

 

Take a moment.

 

 

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

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

Is 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 session

Into a lesson

On my black confession.

– Kelsey Wit Some Jo