Creator

In her cell there is no misprint


Her blueprint is beautiful. Fine lines and smooth edges
Yet
Obscure, unfathomable, with no likeness to the other Shes and Hers of this day

Eyes the color of burnt sienna stare into a notebook empty of writing
Delicate fingertips grasp her every thought
Trying to conjure up the notion behind every word

Where does She come from?

She comes from cracked glass
Broken dreams and ruined plans

Teenage love songs from the late 80's,
high top Reeboks, shell toe Adidas, Kangol hats and
door knocker earrings
She is the result of 16 year old love
Started in the projects and ended in the delivery room
Statistic of the year

She comes from Art
Late soho nights staring at pictures that represented truth
Early village mornings taking pictures that represented the sun rise

Haikus and Cinquains
Tanka's and Limericks
Different shades of black and grey

Her momma couldn't understand why she loved to write so much
Rhyme so much
Read so much
Think so much

She comes from bitterness and pleasure
Kisses above the chin that ended below the belt
Free love, good love, no love

She comes from it all .

She lives past it all
Looks past it all
Sits on top of it all
And watches it all fall into place.

In her cell there is no misprint

Her blueprint is beautiful.
Fine lines and smooth edges