La
Quesha M. Wade
2006
King
2020
Laid
12
27
22
2006
satisfied?
with the brick
protruding from the wall?
push it out
and look through
and see what’s
on the other side
do you like
it?
right, it let
the cold in
but do you
see something?
i'm sure you
are better for knowing
shall you look
back?
or shall you
begin to chisel away at the rest of the wall?
are you not
afraid?
if you go,
i won't let you back in
i shall cement
the wall back together
and leave a
brick protruding for you
so
you can see
me
will you want
what’s inside now?
(oh, i won't
let you back in) but do you want it?
well, want
is a strong word
perhaps we
should inquire whether you'd need what was inside.
maybe not
stay out there
because out
there
is where you
shall stay
out there is
your choice
and good-bye
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King
i like the
word whack
it means dumb
and pointless
that’s an adjective
not a verb
that’s the
way he says some people are
whack
he is the judger
of whack in heaven
seated at the
left hand of the father
who belongs
in the kingdom of unwhack?
will he come
to judge the whack and the unwhack?
and will his
kingdom have no end?
well i don't
believe in the one holy judger of whackness apostolic
search
there is a
fable, that is bible that he follows
but unlike
some prophets
doesn't feel
the need to share his seven deadly commandments
i just muck
things when i violate them
sorry Jesus
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2020
avenues and
streets
through tunnels
in my mind
memories stinging
with every beat
of my songs
to drown the pain
listening to
remember
i travel down
alleys of fears
on purpose
see my mama
see my little
brother laying in the garbage can
mute
‘cause i put
him there
little shit
she's crying
in the corner of homeless feces
my daddy ridin'in
his happy benz with no money
we are all
starving and look to him
as he passes
us throwing the peace sign
my sister hollers
she bigger
than me
and she don't
know
that she looks
like him
she just keeps
driving towards the cliff
my mama she
holds the scissors
to the string
that held the kitchen and fireplace together
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Laid
It's okay for
a girl to wanna. get laid
It's okay for
a girl to need a man without love
What's so taboo
about a woman who wants to fuck
Yes I said
it
Look at the
tiles on the wall
They are so
straight and perfect
From far away
But when you
look closer
They are crooked
too
It's okay if
I want to use you
Its okay if
I leave before you wake up
I don't remember
if I hurt you
What were your
intentions?
I'm a bitch
But not yours
I refuse to
apologize
For needing
human touch as well
For needing
justification in my heart
The need to
block you out
I wanna get
laid tonight
I wanna feel
the sweaty skin
And walk away
from you
Without feeling
a thing
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little black
girl
the one with
the long hair
and the yellow
skin
what you mixed
with, anyway? That's alright We gon'call you It
Oooh! Don't
touch It
You'll get
it
Why you crying?
You just think
you better than us!
Just 'cause
you mixed with Puerto Rican
You ain't better
than us
That's why
we won't play with you
So what, we
ain't comin' to your birthday party
Little light
skinned boy
With the glasses
Us giraffes
don't play with zebras
Did you know
yo'daddy is white?
Did you know?
That that makes
your black ass a cracker?
We ain't comin'to
yo'birthday party neither
You got four
eyes and a blond Afro
Yo'mama's white!
Yo'mama's white!
No she's not!
She's Puerto
Rican!
Scream it you
little punk
That you wear
a weave
We gon'pull
it to see
We wanna see
if its fake
We wanna see
if you're fake
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somehow we
have this understanding i can look into his eyes with
total and complete submission and this doesn't go unnoticed
the anxiety to express my feelings is apparent i fight
like its a war (between him and i) with my gun aimed
so defiantly ready to pull like i never met him the inner
conflict of needing to put down my weapon he won't wave
his white flag and it mystifies me he retreats only to
fire at me with the gun pointed at him struggling to
figure out why i fight him so hard he asks me why and
i have no response (that is reasonable) maybe ill shoot
him (metaphorically of course) before he completely surrenders
and lets me win and walk away in defeat why must i challenge
him so? am i that afraid? of putting down my weapon (the
weapon that has no intent to do harm) the funny thing
is he knows it is a weapon with no bullets no fire or
arrows, no darts or paint-balls nothing in this gun of
mine can hurt him (ain't nothing in it) i don't even
intend to pull it can't even go off in struggle. why
must i pretend that my gun is loaded?
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i have not
anything to say that with which will calm you if there
might be a place that i could touch, and ease all fear
then i would touch it if i could place you in the blind
love of ago oh believe me I would. but i cannot protect
you from the rigors of me i cannot pretend not to be
the vigorous self that i am eating life and drinking
happiness grabbing at fate playing with fire i still
come to you and lay my head on your shoulder and bring
all of my tenderness to the front
my eyes say "Love
me!" my touch says I love you!" my anger says I need
you." and i cannot for the life of me
figure a way
to occupy your thoughts, the way you occupy mine. i cannot
bear to leave you and i cannot still your discomfort.
i cannot hide my fears as well as do you. may i ask you
like i once did through prose to love me back to need
me too to spit fire and anger as readily as love and
devotion? may I?
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