i thought by loving me
i could love more of you
but im finding with each passing day
im still clinging on to you
and still losing me
still missing the point
still standing still
still waiting
when i should be in motion
i thought the love of me
would make me more of me for you
but you don't seem as pressed as me
for change
you don't seem as pressed for me to change
you don't seem as pressed
and me
i don't change
perhaps i've missed the lesson
(C)2006 jamila j.
A “Definitive Work”-Still
ReplyDeleteMy hips move like Miles Davis notes
Shit I’m so fly I don’t walk, I float
My soul has voice
And it repeats Sonja Sanchez lines daily
My voice has a soul
A metaphoric gysm waiting to happen
I speak rivers of intellect
Flow smooth like the Nile through Khemet
Not off the assembly line like others you’ve met
I’m original in thought and thought process
I’m the ribbon in the sky Stevie spoke of
In the form of woman I became love
Highest of the high
Refusing to just get by
I can make love without lifting a finger
Soft and sensual like a blues singer
Make you forget how to whisper
Oh take a breath, breathe easy nigga
I’d rather blow your mind anyway
I want to show you why I was Nina’s muse
Why Nancy sings me into song
I am Shaw’s “Definitive Work”
Langston and Saul used me as a catalyst
And were called genius
I made love to Dunbar’s pen hourly
I was Baraka’s lyrical mistress
Earth, Wind and Fire’s element
I am Parliaments funk
Nikki and me go way back like pitty-pat
I was the book Ms. Brooks scribbled in
Me and Donnie live from the head down and not the feet up
Celia heard “Azuga” from me
I bent Dizzy’s trumpet
I was Tito’s drum section, his boom, his bit and his bass
I am the Isis Papers original author
And Bob got high off me 24/7
Lenny couldn’t even speak my name
So I became “ Oh oooooooooo oh”
I am all this and more
But invisible to you
Yet I sit here alone
Wanting you still….