DFA Writes

We Feel It November 3, 2006

There’s something there

I can

You can

We can feel it

I can feel your eyes

burning through my soul

watching me closely

taking in my presence

you can feel my eyes

flirting with your mind

admiring your wit

and intelligence

we can feel it

it feels us

you can show me

i can show you

we feel eachother

So what’s the next move?

Answers November 3, 2006

Searching to find the one thing

that seems to evade me

it’s like i’m running from an endless shadow

that swallows me whole

and engulfs my soul

Because without this one thing I am spineless

a cowardice full with no past, no present, no future, no fate

and no destiny

i need it

i yearn to know more

to understand why i am who i am

why i want the things that i want

why do i feel the way that i feel

why are they hiding from me

why can’t they show themselves

why can’t i find the answers

Hazardous to the Environment (dedication to the material girls) November 3, 2006

baby-girl

peel back that mask

that covers your soul

come out of the disguise

that you call home

life is about more

than material things

but your pretty brown eyes

are blinded by cars and diamond rings

the road to your heart

is lined with gold

attracting the men

that are 25 years old

put down the shovel

always digging for gold

or down deep in his pockets

boo, get ya own

nothin seems to matter

but how good you look

try gettin ya pretty self

lost in a book

educate your mind with more

than designers and brands

stop tryna be the one showin off

cuz you’ve got a new man

most look at you with green eyes

filled with jealousy and hate

but i look at you with pity

and i even feel shame

that i once enjoyed your company

pretendin to be as shallow as you

till someone told me, “Qui, you know this aint you”

I knew this already

i’m too smart to be dumb

if it were a worldly contest

baby girl would’ve won

it’s so sad to see

that she’s outta control

i tried to help, be the one to console

but she’s stuck in her ways

her mama’s plastic too

they’re biodegradable material

thin enough for all to see through

i will always remember

this example of what not to be

baby girl get out the mirror

look in to your hear

and set it free

Church Folks November 3, 2006

They wear their

wide-brimmed hats

painted on faces

gloves pulled tight

panty-hose with all the laces

judgement on their minds

fake smiles, sayin “Amen!”

Louder than the pastor

when for them

its him they’re after

Breasts bubbling out of tight tops

and Vicki’s Secrets that SHOULD be kept

Gray heads in french rolls

highlighter and Bible in hand

Aint worried about the scripture

Just who’s taking who’s man

Shame to see what its come to

looking across all the pews

It’s church folks all around you

And most of em’ are bad news

Gossip thrives like a hungry child

Plastered to momma’s chest

a place full of empty birds that never left the nest

slanted eyes and trifling tongues

ready to attack your pride

but behind fake smiles

and “hey babies”

These church people hide

Abercrombie Black Girl November 3, 2006

She wears

abercrombie sweaters

old navy and gap jeans

brown loafers cover her feet

wooden beads around her neck

hair wrapped up in a bun

never been to a “ghetto”

no idea what a “gangsta” is

never heard gunshots

unless her grandpa was watching an old western

she never used the word nigga

never called herself black

she never struggled through real poverty

and never had to fight in school to make a name for herself

never been jumped on the way home

never rode the school bus with the “regulars”

she always took carpools with Sara and Amy to her school zone

She was unaware of Angela Davis

preferred George Bush to George Washington Carver

She was ignorant to her background

And felt she did not belong to a culture that

Sagged their pants below the waist

wore weaves every color under the sun

raced down the street blasting hip hop tunes and dodging cops

she hung her head in embarrassment

when she saw dreads and metallic grills

she was a shell

chocolate skin and green eyes

and what the other black girls considered “good hair”

She was a black girl

But she was lost….

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