Def Poet, Georgia Me will be featuring at The Spokenword Lounge on Friday May 31st!! $10 cover
Be There!!
Still waters dare run deep in my ocean of thought… hesitant to drown in unchartered territories and lands once lived in, but now vacant… not sure if its fit to fill that vacancy…and the doubts cause a latency… so only blatantly be curious.. cause once you give the elements reason to think you’re ready to be devoured, ready to be a wanderer… a bystander and witness to my love..
they’ll try you… and see…
I was hella excited when I saw she finally did her version to this. Shoutout to Jasmine Manns. Gotta get her to The Spokenword Lounge soon…
Universe…
Her hair draped her shoulders and rested on her lower back and grazed her love handles…she handled babies while handling life and doing taxes and washing dishes and feeding souls and nurturing the community…
She taught me how to be an asset..
Liable to break a man in two, her love was gentle like…
Like…
Like she invented it..
And others had to learn how to..
Wisdom prayed over her words and knowledge camped out the corners of my smiles, in the crooks of her cape…
She was super human in my eyes..
I envied her braveness cause she shamed a disguise.
My granny was real…
And still…is..
I’m blessed to watch decades of history unfold in my present..
…as she sits in my presence I’m humbled…
I’m a student, constantly..
Loving what I’m learning
from mi abuelita
26/30
We spark conversational flames
physically keep each other warm..
without warning…
hellion.. our chemical imbalance makes for great fireworks…
always on toes..
tippy…
tipsy…
we get high off one another…
with this fire we make…
we make fire…