Asphyxiation

Dark sun without shine

Dead stars without sparkle

Dry seas without substance

Dull moon without glow

Flow blood from my body

People drain me of life, love, hope

I flop on the mud-cracked bottom

Of a parched ocean

Gasping for air

Dark sun without shine

Dead stars without sparkle

Dry seas without substance

Dull moon without glow

Flow blood from my body

Flow

Monique R. Harris © 2013

Who is Miss Harris?

I am a Buddha
I am a poet
I am a mother
I am a hard worker
I am a sexy woman
I am a dominatrix
I am a teacher
I am a good lover

I love men
I love women
I love people
I love babies
I love chocolate
I love sex
I love S&M
I love Prince
I love cats
I love my son
I love my bother and my sister

I like purple
I like fashion
I like art
I like tattoos
I like no shoes
I like dance
I like music
I like jewelry
I like looking good

I enjoy talking
I enjoy helping people
I enjoy making money
I enjoy having my business
I enjoy my independences
I enjoy going fast
I enjoy smoking

So why did I let a man take it all away.
I love him.
Now it’s time to take it back!!!!
                                                                                                                                     Monique Harris

                                                           Eyes

Why can’t people act as if they don’t have eyes?

Then people couldn’t see disabilities.

You could not see the color of someone’s skin.

You could not see someone drooling. 

You could not see someone shaking. 

You could not see incontinent bags.

You could not see facial disfigurements.

You could not see how much a person weighs.

Then we could see the world as yellow as the sun

and as green as the grass.

Come see the world as I do.

 

You could not see someone’s wrinkles.

You could not see someone’s hair color. 

You could not see someone’s missing teeth. 

You could not see someone’s missing limb.

 

Then we can see the world as yellow as the sun

and as green as the grass.

Come see the world as I do. 

                                                             Monique Harris

Black Boy

Joy and Tears

Black boy when I came home and I saw a little black boy lying in the arms of

our mother…JOY

Black boy when you fell and hurt your knee…TEARS

Black boy when we were flying down the street on my wheelchair or when

you got older and we are flying in the car…JOY

Black boy when I left home and could not see you every day because it

was time for me to go and live my life… TEARS

Black boy when we were hanging out and we talked about little people and

how we respect them…JOY

Black boy when people see your dread locks and judge you, they do not know

who you are; they should feel your heart...TEARS

Black boy when we went to Santa Cruz and you took me down all the steps

so I could touch the sand, even though it was going to hurt your back...

JOY AND TEARS

Black boy when I call you for the last time and mom couldn't wake you up

I said please try, but she could not wake you...

TEARS

TEARS

TEARS

34 Tears for black boy

JOY FOREVER………..

                                                                                   Monique Renee Harris

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