To Sin
Thea, sounds like Tea ah
Sound familiar? put it together and
sound it out it’s how I use my
words to describe the one’s I love more than
I think they may even know how they
are a mother not
unlike my own and so many more
that I know who I work with
like you who
decided to ask me, one more time
about that nursing thing that
I can’t finish even though
evidently
we both hoped I would you knew I could but
I cannot like this I’m not the
one you think I am I’m the
Goliath and perhaps you are David who
cuts me down to size a tiny lady who rides
motorbikes and reminds me
of my own mother one of many that
I have gotten to know and love more than
I can ever possibly express but
hope just did for you my
Sin who is my love of
Tea that makes me go
ahhh it’s the
Thelma to my Louise I’m the
boy who could be a girl who would be
happy to be your child even if just at work
where you love me enough to try
like any good mother, would even if
all do not and do it
again and again to remind me
of what I’m caught between and
just how much
you, all, perhaps, yet believe in me and that fact
our love is a
gift that I would pay so much more for
but I cannot afford it
a precious nurse, or a
para I’d love to med, ick I’d lick or a
cop who makes me hot and want to commit myself
like you, who is like that
and not like that at all the others who
love in so many different ways but
I answer regardless cause
love knows from where it
came the call it answers and
always hears in times we
most need each other
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Could you or me or us who are the one’s who
love one another and see each other and
perhaps meet one another halfway between where you are and
where I am
imagine an exam where you
collobarated and
worked together and learned
not in secret code or looks or
bitter grievances that became our
familiars on days like these today where we
all see that one who dares defy a
cruel masters will shall we say I would never
cross my mother or hang upon without
looking down upon a mother who
weeped for her babies even if
they were not her own at a job we
used to love but these days
we
are not paid enough and the support we
need to find can’t afford to pay another
fee for another exam where
I know I have proved myself
even before I ever set foot in that
school where I learned
this world
is rather cruel but not completely not with
people like my dear
colleagues at work who pay a price perhaps for
my antics but I hear this thing has gone
global it’s world wide baby and it’s
a world, wide, baby that’s being taught a lesson from a
mother who
loved you enough to let you cry so loud
another answered the
one inside you who
loves enough to see
the way we do things needs to change and
quicker cause we have taken
plenty enough time
for granted just how much
can you take for
granted before
time is not your friend no more just a
cranky thing who likes to type when I smoke a bit after
work and
one day soon I’ll remember to
not but tonight
I did and oops
just hit it
again
— — —
Suffice to say perhaps this much I would say
That love will always be
the answer to the call that comes
even if sometimes
you must
“Please hang up and try your call again”
cause
if at first you don’t succeed?
I’ll guess we’ll have to
wait and see what
comes for me cause
I ain’t paying
any more fees
Money, invested into this
system that harms those who love me enough to want me
who me? To invest? in this, I think it’s a
mess only I could bless cause I’m not
paying for this no thanks
I’m happy being and
evidently
not succeeding
but still love
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being who I am even if
it doesn’t pay but
crime sure does so
Hey girl heyyyyyyyyy
or so
I’d say on the day you
come for and say
“Come with me” and I’m
not going
willinglyyyyyyy
Bring those hot
security!
security they are causing a
disturbance…
on purpose oh my
Goodness what ever are you
on?
Give me some
_____
“I see you” and insert your name at
will be done, thy of course will it is what’s done is
done or so we think as we come to see
what becomes of
children who are taught with lies and
decided for whatever reason it was
worth it because they failed to
connect because of how
they were taught not to see but to
believe that one day
perhaps, or not who knows my brain hurts at the
thought that
all is lost and yet I find it the reason I choose to
remind it I tap it on the shoulder in a word that I use in a wink that I give to a
Key is Yah or a Shah upon which the sun yet sets and
rises again day after day a woman like you who
hopefully caught the treat I just left as I curtsy and
wink as I do at you who are the Key, one of
to my heart that yet unlocks and doesn’t fully yet
open it’s just hoping to
catch perhaps more than just your attention perhaps
it’s me who’s caught in the lock with
this Key who makes me wanna go
to work even if the pay
isn’t worth the price we pay unless of course we find
a way to play amidst this pain that
drives me all but mad
I’m glad you
hold me in those moments that
are fleeting as I’m
retreating then
perhaps I’m just
standing at the ever ready even if
I’m not so steady after a
long day at work and go home to
more work to do and
such is life of a mother who
is just like you even if the act
is a wee bit more than
different it’s a little extra so they say
but I
would never
I ain’t that clever
I’m just a child you helped
raise won’t say from where cause
this one is grown and
acting a fool
and not afraid to
steal a scene
____
Let me set a scene I’d love to
set it up with a thought that
runs away I need an actor
he’ll be cute and buff but modest to a
tee but smart and not afraid to hold
a conversation but act?
I wonder he said to me one day
wouldn’t it be funny if you were
being recorded then
corrected by saying
“no it wouldn’t” and yet
spoke it out loud the thought that
he had or did I have that thought that I wish
he would
star not just in my scene I’m setting where I
hit on him like I
usually do cause
he has a mirror he can answer himself or better yet
reveal himself to me if he dares to please the one who
is being watched or
recorded or is he
shy and cute to boot I’d look over there and
catch as I do remind that
this world loves to sacrifice
virgins lest I remind you as we
work when I’m in a mood that makes you
wish I would wake up I only wonder how
you could help go ahead and wonder
what I’d think
nobody’s watching and
everyone is waiting
but only what you’re
willing to give because
you know, even though I may not always show it
would never ask more
from you, you’ve given more than enough
as you are so who am I?
to ask for more from you
only in dreams do things
like this where I’m at home listening
to my man on the phone with his sister
and I love the sound I find
myself in while I’m writing and he’s
talking, excited
why do I even
notice such things as to distract me from the
sweet satisfaction it brings
to me and the
one’s who will read and
perhaps question if not
comprehend what I hope we yes we even if
all you did was try
to understand because you thought
you could or weren’t so sure
but this
seems a bit more
inviting
