NAKED THOUGHT Evolution Poetry

NT EVOLUTION POETRY

...it is through poetry that we give name to those ideas which are-until the poem-nameless and formless, about to be birthed, but already felt. -Audre Lorde

A Sonnet for Mama Boys

Mama's bitches, Manchildren sprung from black

Witches, digest stolen manhood in beastly

Bellies where umbilicals twine round Madea's

Insatiable heart. Grown dick submission

Mother binds son’s penis crushing his balls

Lovingly castrated, neutered males

Dangle from gelded chains round Mommie’s neck

Fidelity promises branded on

Brainwashed hearts leaking manliness splattered

Surrogate spouse spawn sick satisfaction Masculine offspring ‘all the man I need’

Beholden maternal obligation

Baby boys impregnate love seeking girls

Saga recycled breeding new halfmen

By

N A K E D T H O U G H T

COPYYRIGHT 2011

Dare Speak Me

Words don’t roll off my tongue

Prefer being lodged in my throat

Tickle, Consciousness pricking

Fear induced swallows of Constricted truth

Dare I speak/ What would the world say

Dare I speak/ What would the world think

My thought and truth aint’ exactly P.C.

Honesty usually isn’t policy’s best

Especially choosing irony outlined boundaries

Hypocritical VERBS metamorphosis

Stuck, Awaiting liberation

Dare I Speak Me???

FULL

Womb full time No space for babies. Busy, Word gestating

Pregnant versing Birthing revolutions Nurturing sensual restoration

Phase Goddess Returns

Cradle my pussy Flooding labor pains

Bewitched pens Mid-wifing feminine reality

Clit inspired mother-wit Unleashing

Swollen titties drip earth wisdom

Arouse, Invigorate, Feed, Teach. Destroy like Kali

Co-Rule the world with sway of my hips. Magic milk insight

Reborn monthly in blood baptism

Womb full. Childless. Mother to the world

I am

From FULL:a sensual evolution primer

Warrior Marks

I was ten
Womanhood emerging, bursting blossoming
Miraculous metamorphosis a magical springtime
Curves everywhere bomb ass legs, thick thighs, good and plenty ass
Aw shit when did all this get here?

I was ten

Skin couldn't keep up with lushness
Full roundness casualty of puberty
Stretch marks appeared Wondering Terrified awe
Witnessing girl to woman transformation

I was ten
Stretch marks were okay Didn't know enough to mind them
Until revealing glory to Mama she Disgusted
Afraid for my blatant femininity, burgeoning fertility
Searing heart …brain with her comment
"I hope the man you marry don't mind them"

I was ten

Stretch marks emblazoned in shame
Hiding began pretty legs now grotesque
Each stripe branded with Mama's hatred of feminine
She transmitted diabolic shit

Thirty-six now

Warrior Marks Badge of Honor Sacred Wounding Trial by Fire
Warrior Marks Proudly claim every stripe
Warrior Marks Empowered beauty
Warrior Marks… mine

From FULL: a sensual evolution primer

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