Amber is the Color of Her Energy

Im “Queen for a day”
“Hooray”!
I look down at my wrist in dismay
It’s time to start the day

My watch is gone
Time to go and right a wrong
Im going to go bang my Gong
Bam Bam Bam
I knew it all along

“Delayed Gratification”
But he’s going on vacation
To meet me by the sea
Seasaws and swings
He bought me some bling

Not just from an auction
But a whole concoction
A thick golden band
To go with my headstand

He liked my physique
When it was at its peak
He thought he could buy me
I declined and said *try me*

I wanted it so bad
It made me really sad
But I withheld
And then:

“The hills so dry, so dense. the underbrush that where I pushed my way the giant hush. was changed to soft explosion”

Drip drip
Ruby red
Let’s go break some bread
And plant our lush Garden on a Homestead

Iced eyes
Filled with lies
I enscribed to him: “you’re a good person”
Not knowing my heart was really filled with Arson

Now, my wedding day is a good day
I”m wearing Virgin white
Pure I am for many a decade
Tonight we break the ice
Not once. Not twice. But thrice.

Something borrowed
Blue in the sky.
As well as in my eye
Evil eye please dont pry

Wedding bells and a band
Strands of dolled up tendrils
And a good jam
Violin, Cello and Piano
I feel, in these moments im a bit mellow

We sway to the rhythm
Our first dance
Im in a trance
Relieved in my stance

“I do” forever and always
My sweetheart, my soul mate
Its a clean slate
‘Till death do us part
This love won’t be a lost Art

20 years and its going to be May
I say, where does the exchanged love go
When all else fades
And our laughter is replaced by maids
Where does our deep love go?

Rooftop chatter
Brown lunch bags
And witty banter
12 years together
In a school system
Preaching manners

Where does the love go
When im stagnant in my thoughts
But you all are physically absent
Before tragedies, traumas and loss

“Its always there”
He had told me
“It doesnt disappear”
As if that’s music to my ear

It’s out of touch
I’m out of sync
20 years go by in a blink
We were so full of joy
Grandma had told me my poses were “coy”

I think I’m ready to embrace my next chapter
Whatever will be
I can no longer remain in this fantasy
Where time stands still
Before I got ill

Where does the love go?
Was she a friend or foe
I shake my head and answer:
“I truly don’t know”

Shared birthdays and restaurant outings
I can still hear our class chanting
And today, the question does remain:
Where does the love go
Was it all in vain?

Until the Luz bone sings

Luz bone on my mind
Digging for insight
Resurrection or misconception
I lose faith in the redemption

Doom scrolling and wonderment
What is going to ensue
Sue and impeach
The world is on its last leash

Wars and famine
I need a companion
Lonely and broke
I feel God has spoke

Will I ever see you again?
My ancestry that’s been dead
He tells me: “When the Luz bone sings”
When the Luz bone sings

Whats in a name they ask

Alone sitting in a quiet cozy spot

Cuddled up Nsync with

The guy who parked in the Backstreet

We watched flicks and I dissed chicks 

That appeared on screen

What gave it away?

A phone without a case

Just a girl

Longing for an embrace

She grew up in poverty

Her whole life trying to gain sovereignty 

A semblance of cleanliness

A scent can mask this

She feels dirty and rugged

A whole life filled with luggage 

And when he asked her

As he gestured to the long broomstick like decor

“whats that’’

She clapped back, “its not a cat”.

It’s a ‘’cinnamon stick’’

It filtered the room

From her doom and gloom

It electrified and mystified the air

In an old apartment where it was hard to stare

‘’Cinnamon Stick’’. He searched.

Term unfounded

She laughed because she knew 

Whats in a name

A name that was not yet grounded 

She’s Sue Storm

the once seemingly downtrodden

the once deemed “damsel in distress”

daring to probe and provoke

questions to chip-engulfed

blinded folk

~~~~~

Her music and madness

headphones and script are her finest form of weaponry

her Artillery

her saving Grace

~~~~~

Bang Bang Bang

shot gun goodbyes

and brief cradle holds

prison locked and shell shocked

oh, but she’s equipped

~~~~~

she prefers to dwell in her own Universe

her own ideal capsulated world of peace and tranquility

because electro-brushed selfies

images of vanity,falsity

and alter personas of imagination and delusion

whilst witnessing a Touch of disturbing illicit frolics,

was and is not much of a thrill

~~~~~
Makeup and making out

was and never will be her imperative pursuits

music induces her deft pattern recognition

the predictability of

walking corpses

~~~~~

Sue Storm

invisible

yet insidious.

hidden yet very much aware

of What is really causing the blows,

the lows

the manipulative tactics of vultures lingering in the deep forests

possessing watchful eyes,

anticipating her next not-ever-existent fall

~~~~~~~~~~~~

She’s nobody’s fool

she keeps her cool

because

She’s Sue Storm

with a Bam Bam Bam

and her pocket full of Shazam.

*inspired by the character ”Sue Storm” in Marvel’s “Fantastic Four”- I found a part of me that can relate to her. “Shazam” is a music app for those of you lovelies who are unfamiliar with the reference :)) don’t ya’ll just weep during shot gun goodbyes ; (?!  whether exiting a mustang or beat up Buick -they always sad!!