Am I Wicked?

I wrote this for the bloggersmeetup; thought I’d share it here too.

 

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Am I Wicked?

©2017 E. R. Smith

Standing before my opinionated mirror, conversing,

“You are so  wicked”, Mirror announces

Cutting eyes, I warn my accessory I will not hesitate to shatter him

“You are a wicked queen”,  Mirror reminds

I ponder,

Yes, I have wicked symmetry to my face

Wicked curves cut my breasts, hips, thighs causing upsets

My tummy is only a bit naughty, four out of six packs

“How wicked am I?”,  I ask, fishing

“Well, I watched you engineer a coup on that young man,”

“He became minion, following an impish grin”,

“Let out fiendish wails as you assaulted him”

“Wayward strands of hair tangled his speech”

“He is enslaved.”

Parting full lips, showing even teeth, a devilish smile

“Yes”,  I admit, “I am a bit vicious”

“But, that young man would concur, my wicked is good.”

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Party Girls Why Do You Hate Me?

©2017 E. R. Smith

Party girls why do you hate me?

You dated early choice boys who forsook me

Always invited to the party or to club

Me? Home studying how to live above

How do I move from welfare to fairing well?

Well, I missed the parties, the boys, your circle of love

Party girls why do you hate me, I adore your pretty babies?

Stopped by every shower to shower you with a first paycheck gift

Left wondering at the ousted feeling on my skin,  a bad whiff

Why do you hate me? I wondered at the choices of mates you mated!

Jealous of the choice boys you sampled in the community

Wanting to be held, but more held above other women, highly rated

I waited….a    long    time.   Saw you all from time to time; raising families

Jealous of the love surrounding you, wandering where mine lay hiding

Graduated BS, MSEd., good job, okay looking lady seeking family

God sent him and then my dearest daughter’s love, abiding

Married black family rare and true, but I’ve done nothing to you

So, why do you hate me, when’ve I’ve only envied how God blessed you?

Too Fresh to Pick

©2017 E. R. Smith

Stand side line watching players ball

Sweat flying, limbs sleek and poised

Alphas in their prime, gorgeous and tall

Ten wonders, beyond average boys

Heart pounding, in awe of design

Taking in all of the whole of them

Eyes large with possible, uncross align

Preparing to pick the best gem

Picky girl observing on high bleachers

Recalled she’s fresh fifteen

Life with these  remarkable creatures

Just for now,  a vivid dream

Sugar That’s Way Too Spicy!

©2017 E. R. Smith

Double dipped an index into the bowl

The taste pulled back is familiar

Once its possession was a heartfelt goal

But now it is only peculiar?

Hot sauce on grilled meat spicy

Your heat brought out my juicy

Aphrodite strutting feeling feisty

Only ours just wasn’t destiny

Crave ice water to wash it down

Dilute you from sense memory

Spicy turned bitter showdown

Don’t need to commit to a felony

Snatch up girdle, realign breasts

Hop down off high bar stool

Follow just what mind suggests

Sugar,  you’re now too old to play fool!

Mommy, What is Love?

My girl know love isn’t painful

Doesn’t hurt to the touch like a bruise

Just know love isn’t shameful

Doesn’t need a mask or a ruse

Know love is a gift that shares

Gives with both hands open, no fists

Love trusts, allows growth, happy tears

Allow nothing less in your midst

©2017 E. R. Smith