.nappy, kinky, curly.

.nappy, kinky, curly.

be nappy, be kinky, be curly!
hell, be nappy, kinky AND curly!

my Queens and Kings!
society has told you, that you are NOT worthy of your crown.
that crown that the Man up high has handed down.

society has told you that thin frames, fair skin and straight hair is the truth!
instilling self-hatred, self-doubt, and loathing into our dark skinned youth. 

at the tender age of two, i was subject to these subliminal messages.
naps, kinks and curls, breaking off combs and hard bristle brushes

mama perming my hair, damn near straight out the womb...
because it was too nappy..
too kinky...
too curly!

countless hours, straightening with a hot comb at the kitchen stove, 
then out the door to church, weekly, we drove.

countless hours, spent between mama's knees, 
gettin' those naps, kinks and curls, bent, then pressed and teased.

hours spent gluing in, braiding in, sewing in....
the fakeness that costs more than it's worth in the end. 

society has told you, if it ain't white, it ain't right.
please know that being of a darker complexion is alright!

hold your head up high!
tell them liars, they a lie!!

but young lady, young man! you must know your worth! 
these are blessings the Lord has given you from birth!

see my nappy, kinky,curly hair, left untamed,
naturally resembles something close to the lion's mane. 

listen black girls, your hair is a living breathing being.
patience is a virtue, and seeing is believing.

like a deeply rooted tree,
black women can have the longest of long hair,
all that's needed is the proper attention, love, and care. 

can i touch your hair?
awkward stares 
please don't put your hand near there. 

see my naps and kinks and curls ..
they are a little bit more than out of this world!

i'm proud to be nap-tural!

i now see the lengthening..
we strove to get by straightening...
happens without doing a single solitary..damn thing! 

you can be nappy!
kinky!
curly!

wear your crown proud!

i'm nappy, i'm kinky, i'm curly..
and i'm nap-turally loud!!

©Butteryevil2013

.came.thinking.

.came.thinking.

i came thinking.

thinking about him.

at least six to seven..

completely soft.

i came thinking..

about the way

his hands idley lingered

making a trail down my body.

i came thinking..

about when he first

moved his head around

playfully tapping my kitty 

rubbing and touching then..

entered me

i came thinking..

recalling the feeling, 

the stretching, the moaning, the holding.

thinking..

remembering.

i came thinking ..

about that moment.

when i came, 

when he came in me.

when we came.

i came thinking..

about pussy lips,

squeezing sweet nectar

from the tip..

deep inside he slips,

drip after drip..

i came thinking...

that in due time, 

i'll do a lot more cumming then thinking.

i came. 

©Butteryevil2013

.disappear.

.dis·ap·pear.

you know..it's really not that hard to disappear.

faded away to the blackness.

find a way to have less.

don't make new friends and drift away from those you made.

fade away disappear.

start over.

pretend you were never here.

or never there.

move on, now the worries are gone.

do a name and phone number change..

nothing remains the same.

tweak your resume, seek a new profession.

meet new people, start over.

become the hostess not the wall flower.

hold wine and cheese parties with new faces,

new embraces..

excluding the graceless. 

wander into wilderness.

go off the grid.

become a new you,

learn to stay true.

disappear. 

have no responsibilities. 

fade away.

let go of petty things.

start over. 

stop being so shy.

break the cocoon, become a butterfly.

wave and smile at passers by.

live for today and not tomorrow.

forget yesterday.

pretend you were never there or here.

disappear. 

©Butteryevil2013

.love affair.

loosely based off of a movie called "28 hotel rooms"

please enjoy.

.love affair.

intertwined

his legs and mine..

in this love affair.

feels so wrong.. 

but it feels so right,

as we book these familiar flights.

no girlfriend, husband, or child

could slow down our mattress miles.

familiar smiles and sounds surround

our silly drunkin' wine nights go down. 

running through the hotel, playin tag

scoopin' me up against him

like a cherished louis vuitton bag. 

rooms change.

sheets change.

but the still the sex remains the same

28 rooms..

1 womb. 

seed fulfilled a husband's plea. 

torn between the two,

no room for sympathy. 

you married your girlfriend

but you want me divorced?

the sound of this argument,

ridiculous of course. 

I will never leave him,

I thought this was clear.

The thought pains you, 

you punch a wall, in tears.

The time we have,

let's cherish each moment.

after hotel keys are returned,

a longing for home hits. 

Missing daughter's hugs

and husband's jazzy tunes.

All though I love the both of them,

my love, I will see you again soon. 

keepin' this love alive,

until my well runs dry. 

in this love affair, 

his legs and mine,

intertwined.

©Butteryevil2013

.teeth.

teeth.

what does the tooth fairy do with all those baby teeth?

does she make them into a very nice condo and put it near front street?

maybe she drops them in the ocean..

a giant wishing well for her to make a wish of her very own.

what if they recharge her fairy wand to continue her flights through the night.

maybe she delivers them to outerspace to sparkle clearly deep into the night's light.

what does the tooth fairy do with all those teeth?

maybe it is a secret for her alone to keep.

teeth.

©Butteryevil2013

.homework.

.homework.

nothing is cleaner
than my apartment after
ignored homework waits

©Butteryevil2013

.barefeet.

.bare feet.

as i was strolling down the street,
i peeped a woman with bare feet.

looking for some friends to meet,
left foot then ..right foot touched concrete.

she wore a long hippie skirt
and some flowers in her hair.

but my eyes were fixated on her feet..
to which continued to meet the ground bare.

was a beautiful sight,
never seen anything like it.

choosing to be come one with nature
it didn't appear to seem that she minded.

walking down the busy college boulevard
she smiled and waved about.

with her positive presence,
most people could only point or shout.

she didn't shy away or hide from those she'd meet,
the fact that she was walking the street by choice with bare feet.

©Butteryevil2013

.the still.

to:Ms. Kimberlynne

.the still.

i'm a city girl living for the city thrill.
partying, laughing, and ability to be really chill.
travelled to a place to meet a man.
spur of the moment with years ahead planned.
in a quiet colorless room we lay in a colorless bed.
not one picture in sight
too may thoughts and emotions buzzing through my head.

it was silent, it was still.

couldn't quiet my mind's noise, too real.
it was quiet, could hear a pin drop.
the best students are those who listen.
the best teachers are those who are students.
quiet your brains roaring thoughts.

seek the quiet.
crave the still.

dwell in the silent.
be quiet.

in the still.

shh.
listen.
silence.

still.

©Butteryevil2013

.tears.

.tears.

burn
from inside
to the core
want to hide
hate the pain
feel the rain
burn
hate the pain
here comes the storm
then all that is left is tears
tears

©Butteryevil2013

.taking.flight.

.taking flight.

flying dreams.
flying nightmares.
i'm not afraid to take flights.
i'm not afraid of heights.
i'm afraid of falling.
i'm afraid of failing.
holding to the balloons tightly,
i lift off!
scared of the path i will end up on,
i hand away some of them.
my feet reconnect with the ground.
waking up with wrists aching,
tightened grip..
extended passed dreams it seems.
i'm not afraid of heights.
i'm afraid of falling.
i'm not afraid to take flights.
flying nightmares.
flying dreams.

©Butteryevil2013

.the.point.

The Point

So...what would be the point?

You know..of all the shyt that you do?

You should know after all these years..

I can see right through you.

The smile, the talk, and even the way you do your hair

I know everything there is to know about the person under there.

This facade that you put up.

You are only hiding from yourself.

Just pretending to be who you aren't.

So someone will say "she so fresh ta def!"

Can you be a likeable person,

Without coming off so fake?

Although it would be greatly appreciated,

The choice is yours to make.

If not for yourself, can you change for me?

You make my heart hurt,

Just by how you chose to be.

I can not change you.

I can only ask that you think before you speak.

Why do I ask?

Because..dear mama, this isn't how you taught ME to be.

butteryevil2005

.fallen.angel.

Fallen Angel
Parted by death’s grip,
Unprocessed inner burning
Finally kissed frozen lips.

©Butteryevil2005

.the.unemotional.man.

The Unemotional Man
Expressionless face,
Angered whispers seep within
The well that runs dry.

©Butteryevil2005

.the.girl.

The Girl
Unmoved yet untouched,
In the same spot where she’d been
A misplaced tear drop.

©Butteryevil2005

oblivious

.oblivious.

everyone was awake and yet everyone was dreaming.

asleep but not sleeping.

alive but not living.

dead but not dying.

here but not hearing.

seen but not seeing.

oblivious.

Butteryevil2013 & Joseph S. Cochrane (2013)

.the.beast.

Daddy drives a big ass truck, and has a thick stick shift.
grabs my ass when i get in, with his hand full,gives me a lift.

when he picked me up from the airport,a step ladder waited in my seat.
i rolled my eyes, i'm not THAT short and with a little hop i was up in the beast.

he expects me to control it..bumpy ride up and down
watching him shift does something, the front seat, i'm about to drown.

Promises of practice in parking lots, when he starts it the seat vibrates.
bouncing down the dirty D's highways, a bit more than this kitty can take.

the engine's roar does makes me horny..
the moistness between thighs a wasting..what a pity.
the precursor to the damage he's gonna do to my kitty.

so with respect fine Sir, I'm sure you can do damage,
but with my hands,mouth, and other holes full, I can barely manage.

.Daddy's Bed.

http://youtu.be/hw4wmwsFwRg (R.Kelly- Pregnant)

.Daddy's Bed.

as sexpected, we didn't spend much of the trip out of the bed.
instead, it was spent giving Daddy some of that good head.

his memory flawless, remembered all of those things she desired.
his only goal, see how many of those octaves she can hit a lil higher.

did the teasing then the pleasing followed by pulling on her reigns.
inch by inch he focused on bringing her both the pleasures and the pains.

he'd teased her with the tip then thrust deep to the hilt,
thick chick with luscious lips, for this childbearing hips were built.

choking, spanking and dirty talk; in those things he masters.
8 years a long time to wait, he made up for the missed chapters.

dehydrated from traveling, cramps soon ensued,
after Powerade quenched thirst, she continued getting screwed.

Daddy's voice is deeper than the ocean is blue,
he doesn't just demand, that tone beacons you.

His voice boomed, "face down ass up Daddy's lil slut..."
fighting through the pain, she waited..preparing for his nut.

trip planned to rekindle a fire that never fully went out.
voice gone from the strain of moans, screams, and shouts.

Daddy grabbed my hips as his final thrust produced seed,
staying firmly in place, he'd clearly worked me like a steed.

as we collapse, sleep threatens and i lay down my head.
our hands intertwine on my belly,sex with a purpose in Daddy's bed.

©Butteryevil2013



http://youtu.be/Qjf5VFGshVk (Practice- Drake)

.in my arms.

.in my arms.

two roads diverged,

she took the path most travelled.

waved hi to friends,

then proceeded on downhill.

one drink in hand,

made an attempt to shake his.

a friendly hug from another,

a buddy saying "what up miss?"

She said nice to meet you,

he didn't seem that faded.

in her own little world,

one could call her a bit jaded.

Chatted for a while then laughed a bit,

continued on with jokes about the petty bullshit.

he wasn't feeling well,

said he'd head on home,

but as the sentence left his mouth,

into the back of his head those eyes did roll.

he started to fall backwards,

 off the 3rd floor railing..

her eyes grew wide,

cat like reflexes unfailing.

let go of her drink,

as it fell she caught him instead.

looking deep into his eyes,

she was sure he was dead.

did you die in my arms tonight?

it must have been something i said.

laying him gently,

the concrete became his bed.

everybody was frozen,

not one soul could move about,

time moved slow,

he seemed to have been knocked out.

she asked for help but none would avail,

about to begin cpr, thought he looked pale.

then all of the sudden, he came back around,

blinked a few times then got off the ground.

She saved his life tonight and he doesn't even know it.

if she'd gone home instead, the floor below he'd have hit.

she's sleepless now and he's safe from harm.

but for 30 seconds tonight, he died in my arms.

©Butteryevil2013

.never.know.

.never.know.

you'll never know if you never go,
quit second guessing yourself,
love and let your feels show.

if you never try, you'll never know.
if you don't catch that flight, your heart could explode.
should i stay or should i go?
stress about bills or take it nice and slow.

will it be worth every minute?
absolutely and then some.
then why is my brain's wheel still spinning?
just book it and quit being dumb!

the embrace that awaits once i leave terminal gates
no amount of money could ever substantiate.
but she'll never know, if she never goes.
flight is booked, i'm headed home.

home is where the heart is. <3 br="">
©Butteryevil2013

.Daddy's home.

 Daddy's Home (Usher)

.Daddy's home.

door opened then closed,
legs closed then opened.
eyes chime, grin wide,
Daddy's home.

high heels strapped,
legs in the air..
extremely ready for him
to come fuck up my hair..
Daddy's home.

knows just how i like it..
hits all those spots just right..
just want to bump and grind..
no need to fuss or fight.

hey, hey, hey Daddy..
i bet the neighbor's know your name..
with that trey bumpin' loud,
i'm sure they hear that headboard bang.

hard poundin',straight fuckin',
you know what it is..
clit lickin', dick suckin',
said my Daddy's home.

we about to hit the climax..
take this lovin' to the next level..
will the grinding stop any time soon?
fuckin' hell to the no!

Daddy's home.

©Butteryevil2013

.sprinkle kisses.

.sprinkle kisses.

sprinkles kissing her body,
a lovely peck here and there.
so wet that you need an umbrella,
and you'll surely need to redo your hair.
grey skies part as angels weep,
tears slide down from cheek to cheek.
when light shines through prisms,
rainbows do form.
the sun shines brightly,
making everyone warm.
but when sprinkles kiss her body,
it's a beautiful sight..
something i enjoy watching,
both in day and also at night.

©Butteryevil2013