Abort the Man, Not the Child

She doesn’t want his baby
She wants this baby
Had dreams of getting out of the stereotype
Now she’s just another ghetto statistic
She pretends to be a strong woman but Rosie the Riveter she is not
Can she do it? No she can’t!
She’ll grow old in the project she was raised in
And pray for a better life for her daughter
The life she was working towards
That became just another hustle.

© 2009 Miss Blue

Rascal

She drops the dress to the floor
I make my way through the tangled fabric
Find her warm smooth leg to caress
Weaving in and out of her silkiness as I rub and she smiles
Her bare skin, blue from the glow of the television
As she slips into something more comfortable and takes me to her bed
She climbs in and sighs as I mount her and make my space
Massaging the area I want to embrace
She rubs my head and works her hand down my body
“What a good boy you are.” She rolls me off her
And into the night, I am gone to hunt
But not with a roar so I do not wake her
Instead, I whisper warnings for I am her mighty protector.


© 2009 Miss Blue

In the Garden of Nirvana

It seems so easy in the struggle of good and evil
When there is no conflict
And the imps and the angels live in harmony
Damn free will and the bitch that ate the apple
That put me in this predicament
Of loving the one I hate or hating the one I love
For wanting to be in bed with another
A different lover every night
Or wanting to be with the same lover but in another’s arms
Only to fantasize of what and who I cannot have
And what I long for

© 2008 Miss Blue

Requiem for Skid Row

When I come to pass
I will not leave my voice
What will remain are my words
Etched in lines
That have gone unread
Taken for granted
Until the moss feathers across
The ivy veins layered
In thick vines
Over my last words
Written in granite

© 2008 Miss Blue

Requiem

I won’t shed a tear
On this third year
The shovel in hand
Where the dirt met the land
In plain pine
Boxed in for all of time
Peering in over the open space
“How did they get such a big man in such a small box?”

© 2008 Miss Blue

Bernard's Bench

School seemed empty today when I was in it
everyone must have been in class.
I was tempted to go upstairs—
visit classrooms.
Sit in on subjects I don’t belong in
with professors I had already taken.
That is until I went to the lab
and spoke to someone at the help desk.
He gave me an unwelcomed attitude.
I almost said to myself, “I can’t wait ‘til I never have to come back here again
I hate this place.”
Then I remembered:
I was free.

© 2008 Miss Blue

Confession of a Fallen Woman

My heart wanders
The mind deceives
I am with another
But I still want the other

© 2008 Miss Blue

La Grisette

You make me want to tell you lies
like I love you,
when I don’t
or you’re the only one
when you’re not.
He will leave
again
and you will still be here.
Then the only lie I will tell
will not be from my mouth
but from my heart.

© 2008 Miss Blue