Interstate

Interstate

We are not
interfaith
nor
inter race
but in fact
interstate.

The Hudson River
causes a great divide,
the grass seemingly
greener
on each
respective
side

Battle lines drawn over
where we will reside

The Garden state
are where my roots
lie,
hailing from a
square mile town
summer spent at Seaside
feasting on
cheese steaks
lemonade
pink cotton candy.

Him, a rare breed of
Native New Yorker
pumping with a
Harlem Heartbeat
A sage of subway shortcuts.

Now
we are Inwood living
spacious apartment
high ceilings

The One train providing
a gentle serenade

Hearing bachata
y tipico
bursting from the streets
Seeking the Icee lady
and snacking on dollar empanadas

Working together
to build
our new home,
smells of fabuloso
and baked chicken.

Seeing Jersey
from Harlem’s Riverside
Finding subway grates
Marked Harrison, NJ
Campbell foundry made

My Garden state
is only three
heels click away.

Conversation Hearts

Conversation Hearts

My man is fire 

and never tires. 

tells me

He loves me

In every way 

Even in an email. 

Too cool attitude 

Sadly never met my love bug

Tells those suffering from

Thirst 

“Nice try but my girl is

The best in the world”
Anytime your love talks,

Listen

Especially when making decisions. 
Kindness is the tool 

To use to avoid looking

Like a fool, 

Tell them they’re great 
And appreciate their worth.
My love is a good time 

Even its just a phone call

To say hey babe
You plus me 

Equal trust

Your presence is

Just enough 
My man, my man, my man
No longer hopeless 

But feeling blessed 

Stay here 

My star 

Sometimes you have to be

Far

But just kiss me

Like you’ve missed  me
Yes now 

Boy you’re mine

My partner to unwind 

 I see you 

I smile especially if it’s been

A while. 

A foxy lady only for my man
He tells me,

“I’m the real deal

Only for you.”
 

Gone

Gone

Once a solitary Sanctuary 

My own space

Place

And escape from

The world,

Became what I dreaded

Most. 

Alone alone alone 

In my own splendor 

A haven of laughter and friends 

Free

To do what I pleased

No one needing from me. 

Independent to a fault. 

But hearts get lonely 

And search. 

Warming up

At the glimpse

Of a new face

Opening the door 

To a new version 

Of home. 

Welcoming kisses

In bed warm

With the one 

You adore. 

Playing house 

And the idea of

What it’s like to be 

A spouse. 

Making dinner

And baked goods

The secret ingredient 

Was always 

love.

Dreaming 

Creating fantasies 

Of what we hoped

Would one day become reality.

But we were 

Struggles and hard times

Casualties 

Using every

Quarter 

Nickel

Penny

Dime

Thinking of get rich 

Quick schemes. 

Thinking creative 

To survive a

Scarcity 

Of money.

a prison made

Of insecurities 

And hauntings

Of romances past

Yells Reverberating 

Off the walls. 

Saturated with screams

Succumbing To

the worst version 

Of selves,

Picture perfect 

Is never what it seems.

Wanting to runaway 

Fearing 

Foreseeing 

The fork in the road way

Divided 

Left like

The summer wind. 

The phantom of memory 

Now a permanent resident.

Purging 

Us 

From our 

Humble abode. 

Only choice 

To leave

And close 

The door

With no return. 

Amy Amy Amy

Amy Amy Amy

No you weren’t good
You are the best.
In trouble
But you weren’t the type
To be saved.

Voice echoing
The irrevocable
highs
And
Lows.
voice
Paints with
Every emotion’s
Color.
Your music
the soundtrack
To each of my
Heart
Breaks.

I always
Find myself
Waking up alone,
Suffering the abuse
From alcohol.
Searching for
The elusive he.
He that can hold us
He that is
stronger than us
that Will love us
tomorrow
And after that.
He that will bond
An everlasting we.
I want to know him
And what it’s like
To love him.

I knew once
What it’s like to
Love from the soul
And what it felt
Like to have your heart
stole
the lesson learned is
Tears dry on their own,
With most men
It’s best to
Just be friends.

Because
Love Is a losing game
And each battle
I’ve lost.
Still hoping
To one day
Win the war.

Your songs
Nectar for my soul
Endless repetition of your
tracks
Although you faded to black
Amy, I just want you back

Teacher

Teacher

Leaves droop down

Before it rains

First lesson before

We were friends.

Learning a new code

Of how to live

Helping me to grow wings.

Now understanding the Moon

its cycles and

how it affects an attitude.

Voice etched with Honesty,

describing how music defines

the Universe.

Practicing to love

Without it being

Reciprocated

Giving every

Inch

Minute

And

ounce of my soul

Fulfilled with the

deepest love

I’ve ever known.

illustrated how I was

a natural stone cold

beauty

professing, you are

perfect to me

an angel in disguise.

But Became wise

to see

Past the game

And its lies.

disciplined

In keeping secrets

Mastering how to

Face disappointment

Again

And

Again

Concealing what I felt

Choking on unspoken

Repetitive thoughts

Never heard

Come to me

He said and said

We deceived

Were each other’s pet peeves

But had moments of serenity

Spirits connected and at ease

Holding on to hope

Trying to desperately believe

That we were meant to be

Not just

Push

pull

Gifted me a

vital lesson.

Walk away

from anyone that

Won’t let the mind rest

Feel your best

Makes you take bullets

To the chest

Depressed because your

Voice is oppressed

Only calls to see you

undressed

Has you stressed from

The incessant staring

Of another woman’s breasts

Makes you forget that

You are blessed.

Break the cycle

pass the test.