At a Price

By: Cleopatra Christopher

J. Cole- Neighbors

What do you value?
What do you want?
Who are you?

Sometimes I don’t know
I feel like I’m a poem
stuck in between the riveting drama and lapses in prose
I want happiness,
Freedom
A place to call my own
I want to feel comfortable
Not like an Aspie, you know an introvert

So what are you doing about it?
What changes have you made?
Have you decided to go to burger king?
You know, have it your way!

Fam I’ve been tryna make a turn
But my boy just ain’t come thru’
Like I need to get my own shit poppin’
Let me catch a ride with you
I’ll holla back,
Give me till like twenty twenty-two (2022)

You know you’re super cool Love
Ain’t never met a girl like you
So swift, so swift
Nikki Giovanni would be so proud of you

But still it’s never that easy
And I often question who I am
I switch from tomboy to girly-girl
From nature lover to nerd
From artsy chick to doing comedy skits
I’m far out, I act like I run the six
I’m a Muslim singing Christian hymns
I’m confused it’s like I love him,
but I dislike his cockiness, his arrogance

I want to focus
I need to focus
I’m sorry for my impatience,
My impracticality,
My longing for love an intimacy
I’m sorry I’m so erratic,
but I’m generally ecstatic when I see you
When I see it,
I go weak in knees when I feel my accomplishments…
slip!
I long for the bitterness that drips from toil
So I can truly enjoy the fruits of my labour
So if it comes too easy
I don’t want it
If it tastes too good from the get go,
It most probably isn’t worth it
Therefore, neither do I want it nor do I value it
And as such that is the definition of who I am.
I need strife and war and struggle and heartache to be satisfied
To feel full, I need a little less of you ,
And a lot more of me.
I need to work hard if I am ever going to be happy.

Update on my life: Taking a break from social media , 2 week Hiatus, I am in silence. 

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What people really want

By: Cleopatra Christopher

What do people really want ?

I want the real you
no lies
real thighs, maybe a wing on the side

Like I’m take out

Maybe on a date
Or come to my crib let me fix you a plate
of me.

Bullshit.

Like it’s okay,
because I’ll pay you a single penny for your thoughts.

But all mine are two cents
Nothing less , but so much more
My shit, you just can’t afford .

…If you want, I can loan you the money ?
But what do people really want ?

I want the musictomatch that snatch
Snatch me your purse, let me take us out to eat
To eat the insides of your soul
So we can both watch you rot,

Ooh baby , you’re so dark
Like all I saw was his exterior.

The words he spoke mattered not
As long as he filled my ear
with his tongue

And like a snake he slithered into my DMs
and like an unsuspecting mouse,
I fell into the belly of the beast

Now my girl Lisha is like ,
Girl?
You let that dead, beat ass [nigga]
sweep you off your feet ?

Then again, I have no idea what people really want.

I swear I was, am deluded.

But like my ex who asked me where I’m moving,
I said on to better things . Drake- 10 Bands

Inspired by : Gemineye- Penny for your thoughts (Def Jam)

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