Black Poetry : jazz collection: ursula rucker on sax

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  1. mensahpoetic

    mensahpoetic Active Member MEMBER

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    he raped her to the tune of
    I Used To Love H.E.R...

    she killed him while singing
    her Womansong...

    and he found out too late that she is not
    his "doormat", his "sugar tit", his "in house supply of bliss", his
    "own personal *** to kick..."

    say my name
    ...say my name...
    name me eve...


    gasping
    ...gasping, she finds her
    vagina gasping for clean intakes of clarity from
    the semen serenade syrup that suffocates her
    and gives her lungs the feeling that
    6 feet of soil is above her.
    her spanish harlem sketches of virginity are now
    open for public viewing.
    her
    paintings of past rapes murals her face until
    a kaleidscope of wrong-doings makes the viewer go veritgo
    & spin from her ghost-stenches of too many takings
    of what he wants without asking her.
    in her eve of destruction where
    she bites from the tree of dreams & blacks out
    when its his turn to
    swarm her with devestation.

    she is
    born from eve of destruction, daughter of God who
    never listened when Daddy told her that
    devils lurk outside the Gates, never
    took His word to be more than mountain-top sermons, never
    seeked sanctuary in His arms, but rather
    in his arms where track marks begin & where
    uninviting fingers end...
    she sometimes
    hums jazz solos & stands on stage
    in night/gown fashions, in her dreams while
    he masquerades as lover in rapist tactics.
    he is the atom of her eve's destruction, exploding her insides &
    putting her now radioactive soul through half-life.
    she knows no silence, just the
    not-so-gentle tapping at her womb-chamber door. just the
    not-so-sweet rappings in her ear that calls her
    "whore".

    "nevermore" quotes her eve, dry from his
    lack of love, dry with the barren desert
    taste that desires vaginal wall lotion,
    no...she will not be wet for atom.
    in spanish harlem, she's learned to
    stop screaming & have the audacity to
    yell for help
    ...neighbors walk by, heads shake in ephemeral
    discontent, but no tangible actions, no
    dial 911, no
    prince charming of the ghetto to bum rush the
    apartment door & slay atom's dragon, no
    ...damsel in this stress must find her
    own way out.

    she
    recalls the time when
    he brought purple-dipped-at-the-tip white roses &
    placed them next to her EKG monitor,
    adjusting the adhesive on her hospital bracelet, thinking
    he could
    muster up enough rotten cotton candy sayings & deep-down-guilt to
    absolve him from the unpleasantness of putting
    eve in intensive care...to absolve her from pressing charges...
    and it worked...

    you are what you eat, and she digested
    his lies & indeed began to lie that
    "he just expresses his love differently."
    but her lies only worked in AM mirror sessions before work
    it only held up on the bus watching couples make out
    it
    only convinced her when he was temporarily ill with guilt
    ...but the disease always passed...
    it always brought his true fury out stronger, the
    rapings always ended up more humiliating
    and equally inhumane and
    her lies spewed from her eyes
    running down spanish harlem cheeks that
    contain abestos acquired from his salvia-uncontrollable kisses.

    in the eve of her destruction, where she aborted 2 children
    and where it used to be soft enough
    to body-rock a true & willing lover to sleep, where
    she wanted to save her hyman for a better man, where
    she wanted her ****oris to swell for a tongue that
    performed cunninlingus & not for teeth that
    perforated her womanness until the
    rusty taste of below-the-belt blood satiated his thrist...
    it is in her eve of destruction where
    atom finally explodes his load in
    weak penis pushes & quakes of satisfaction in her dryness
    ...calling her "****" as he doses off to some
    far off afrikan land where he could've been great.

    in his afrika wonderland of many willing wives &
    laziness in abundance, on a hammock lying on his belly
    the wind caressing his backside & he smiles as the breeze
    pleases his inner/content with himself, and he falls asleep on the hammock
    he
    drops his arm off the hammock & grazes the grass with his fingertips
    he
    feels water rushing down his back & down his arm &
    on the grass, he opens his eyes to see
    pools of blood streaking down his forearm,
    down his shoulder, all the way to the
    gash in his back
    ...atom in his wonderland looks back to see
    eve's destruction plunging knife-wounds in his spine, twisting
    the dirty kitchen blade counterclockwise to
    rewind the time she met him,
    past the time when she trusted him, and
    back to the time when God-Daddy loved her so.

    gasping
    ...gasping, atom is
    gasping for a clean intake of life as
    death rots his backwound.
    he screams & declares his audacity
    to yell for help, but
    neighbors watch prime-time in their disconnected realities, no
    knocks on the door, no
    detective running in & placing her under arrest
    no...
    leaving the knife in his back, she
    walks to the stereo & plays her favorite artist.
    walking back to atom, she
    kisses his forehead, whispers "****" in his ear &
    with the gentle tapping at his knife-size sore, she
    takes one last twist of the blade & his cries she ignores
    and
    in sync with her favorite artist, she & ursula rucker
    quote evermore...

    "No...eve-il does not derive from my name....No, evil does not derive from my name..."

    say my name...
    say my name...
    say my name...


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    UbZoRbShUn Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    First of all

    Welcome to the house. Second of all great read....





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    your work is amazing.... good to see you Brotha Mensah...welcome!

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    mensi.


    you know how i be feelin' 'bout them
    extralong peaces... but i promise... i
    read to the very end! :D ...& i'm glad
    i did. you are brilliant! & i ain't just
    sayin' that cause... well... you know. :wink:

    itsallLove, chile.

    elayne.
     
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    go head go head

    it your :birthday: it's your :birthday: :lol:

    welcome mensah :wave:

    ~creative expression~

    pd
     
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    :wave: :wave: Haaaaaaaaaaaaay MensahPoetic :wave: :wave:

    Welcome ~ Welcome ~ Welcome

    I saw when you joined, read this title more than once ...
    and never, ever had a clue regarding the depth that was inside.

    WoW!

    Thank you for joining us and sharing. If you don't already know ...
    please, please, please ... make yourself at home.

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    Welcome...

    Welcome to Destee's...Mensah! :wave:
    creatively tyte piece...

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