cantaloupe men

I want a man that will love me for my huge teeth

I want a man that will hold me till day end

I need a man that will tell me everything is ok

And I need a man that will help me conquer  this earth.

I need a man that will tell me I’m the most beautiful

Girl on the planet. And I want a man that cares about

Music as much as I do. I want to dance in the silly , night

Streets with him. I want to share my orange with him.

I want a man that will love me for who I am.

NO ONE LIKES U

People know to burst my bubble

Act like a fucking moron and I will

Set your body on fire. My mind

Goes to places that you don’t know

And honestly you should be afraid

Don’t fuck with me cus I got a brain

You are a fucking moron and your 

Name starts with a B .

a very pissy me.
 

Cut me open like a prickly pear.

Eat my heart, as for I don’t care.

Stare into my black eyes and tell me the world is fine.

Show me where the wild things really go.

This place is not for me, I can feel it.

Hum a tune to get through the day,

Wash my hands and pray.

His head’s not unlike a lump

red hair on top of a dump

His ideas are thin

and so is his skin

He’s an egomaniacal chump

Of Mexicans and Muslims he’s tired

Drugs, rapists and labor suppliers

He’s got news for you all

A beautiful wall

You’ll build it, then beaners, you’re fired

He spits hatred and fear from his stump

We need more than a spray tanning pump

Dog faced old fogy

Burns bridges like stogies

If he wins it’ll be

More than mere novelty

A nuclear, world ending

trump

-David Matthews

It feels like a long time since I was free

It feels like the right time to take that seriously

It feels like the trees are a peculiar green

It feels like the air is hung heavily

purple haze of a sky

A nose

An eye

A little thigh

Stare at the ceiling

Find little humans.

Blue

Red

Yellow.

Smooth Jazz Dance

On the kitchen counter.                                                                                                               

No one will see you

Dance like you mean it.

But don’t be mean to me.

I want to see your body

In the sunlight

Just the outline.

I want to know what

Your lips look like in 

The dark.

a little poem.

pianos sing me to sleep

far far away

where the ocean is all I hear

and the stars lead the way

im here lying under the peach tree

waiting for prayers and water.

U.S.A. 

Politics eat up the minds of our children,

While god separates the hate from white people.

The news was never real. 

Your mind is always blind if you live in America.