When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,

Tears
The crystal rags
Viscous tatters
Of a worn-through soul
Moans

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the stre
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha
Warm mouths of Brandy Fine
Cautious sunlight on a patterned r
Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi
Graceful turns on woolen stilts S

Your smile, delicate
rumor of peace.
Deafening revolutions nestle in th
cleavage of
your breasts

The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
Under a dead blue sky on a distant

Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave

There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win

Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at th
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?