.solitude.

Solitude

Just because someone chooses to be in solitude..

Chooses to be alone..

Chooses to be their own company...

That doesn't make them lonely.

Maybe they're meditating. 

Maybe they're praying.

Maybe they like themselves as their own company. 

Maybe they're sorting through their thoughts. 

Maybe they're choosing to have no distractions.

Maybe the company they want to keep is thousands of miles out of reach.

Maybe they're figuring out how to cure the currently incurable diseases. 

They don't necessarily NEED your pity nor attention. 

They're probably enjoying life.

They're probably just fine.

Maybe they're just sitting on the dock of the bay..

Watching life's tides roll away.

Maybe...They're actually really happy.

Maybe..just maybe.

There's nothing wrong with solitude.

©Butteryevil 2014

.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