"Excuse me Miss,"
inquired the handsome man,
his silhouette casting a shadow over the book she was enjoying at her table outside the tiny cafe.
"I can't help but wonder why a beauty such as yourself is unaccompanied this afternoon."

She arched an eyebrow.
"Oh? What makes you think I'm alone, Sir?"

Ah, hard to get, he smirked.
"Apologies, that was presumptuous of me."
He glanced down at the hands folded in her lap. No ring. 
"I can only hope he gives you every happiness you deserve."

A soft, gentle smile lit up her auburn eyes.

Maybe I wasn't enough of a firefly, To illuminate both our worlds. I kept burning; trying But to no avail. Maybe I wasn't enough of an anchor, To keep you at my shore. I kept drowning; trying But to no avail. Maybe I wasn't enough of a moon, To revolve around you always; everyday. I kept moving; trying But to no avail. But maybe if you'd only, Lit up; a bit,  Stood still, a bit Or let me calm your seas, On serene waves, We could've sailed away, Amongst fireflies, all our life.

Childhood Noir

Jacaranda asks me what's wrong
and I look at the sun from my big rock
beside the elephant ear's soft green bodies.
I'm forgetting too much¸ I say.

It knows I shot the bird even though I didn't know
what would happen, even though my sister shot one too
and cried and the Daisy BB gun smiled and smiled
and and and

but the other trees adorned with chameleons
whisper their lies in susurrant cant.
All the pink petals look fast in my direction
then away again.

I don't know what the trees plan on doing

Many tried to stop her few were behind her the faith she never let go of the fact that she was able to overcome all of the hate thrown at her her vocals are breathtaking she is a humble soul and has a huge heart she is a inspiration to many she is a star and that will never change because there is only one Normani Kordei who is shining in her own light

Ancestral Encounter

As the orchestra builds to its
first, mild crescendo, my eye
catches her profile and snags
on her hair, pillow of hair with
a fragrance of ashes and roses
that somehow reaches me from
where she listens, several seats
away, her hands folded on
the purse in her lap. What's in there?

Wild bird eggs?  Cockleshells and
periwinkles?  A tiger’s claw?
A serpent’s skin?  Because this is
she. Eve, if I ever saw her.
The womb of the race.  Pacha Mama.
Aphrodite. I sigh with joy,

I was in a spell.
I was seated in the courtroom, watching the faces,
the court was sitting,
for a long moment silence had descended.
The light was yellow, we all were deposited in it as in amber.
The eternal, the great theatre.
 

It is a small person who spreads
negativity and falsehoods. 
It is the action of a coward;
someone who has no backbone.
Negativity is destructive,
negativity is dull, negativity is hell.

The lies and negativity force a person
live in a deep dark abyss all by himself.
If he thinks he is tearing down others to
build himself up, in reality he’s hurting himself
because no one will want to know him. 

Someone who keeps anger
all bottled up inside is killing himself.
His spirit inside is suffocated.   

I found him in a sea of praise
And a picture of his smiling face
He was older by a quarter of a century
But still his friendship comforts me

Mother, I think I’m sorry
Father, I know I’m not
I plan to have my own say
With new perspective on my lot

He’d sit upright in his chair
Mine was borrowed, it was fair
Truth’s a fish I had rather be set free
But in my eyes I know just what he’ll see

Mother, please don’t worry
Father, I don’t care
The long nights have turned to day
And our link’s now but a hair

On the edge of a tribal village,
Tarzan furtively drops from the trees,
freezing mid-step
as a startled python
snaps to attention,
coiling its massive length,
and lunges for the jungle man,
encircling his bare legs and torso,
sweeping him quickly off his feet,
and clutching him so tightly
that Tarzan lets out a gasp,
his lungs compressed,
his ribs trying to shield his organs.
The python squeezes tighter,
Tarzan straining to survive
as native men look on helplessly.
Tarzan summons his declining strength