Walk With Me

I carry words under my tongue
Like razor blades in prison yards
Eyes raised in anticipation
Of answers from my ancestors God
Searching for Divine signs under buried metaphors
And souls that fly predictably by my sky
Engrained into these palms are the abstract eyes of a dreamer
Only precise
And toned by life
And you’ll never forget the first time we met
My voice carries the edgeless energy of honeyed beauty and ancient tongue
Whispering sister to the souls of your feet,
If you’d like you can always walk with me,
One of the few with the feminine fist of tattooed loyalty
Burning to your eyes with a glow of fire from mine
And I can see you clearly
See, I’m looking at a few who on the inside
Finely resemble something like me
It’s not often you’ll find a woman who lives with the capabilities of tasting your dreams
Seeing through the drama of slam team cast and clicks
Past the show bottled posturing and she say she say shit
That attaches itself like thistle burs
To the backs and hem lines of poetry’s skirt
And this is more than just femininity
This is a sister standing in mahogany brown stances
Loyal and Uplifting
And always fighting for wombs soft landings
I am the vertical light on a horizontal horizon
Triggered by synopsis of shield maidens running free
Breaking treating containing words of weakness
Once held in a broken woman’s whispered scream
And I will continue to fight with wide eyes
For unspoken signs
Holding all understanding in syllables strong-minded as well as strong willed
A craftswoman organizing my bones into the multitude of guilds
Wielding pens in the place of swords and words instead of stones
And at the end of it all sitting under an olive tree
Thanking the heavens for my blessings because I am more than just
Wonder Woman, Bionic Woman and all three Charlie’s Angels combined
I am grateful for my gifts
And I keep it moving
Even when the world
Seems to be
Standing still.