I want to live!
I’m not ready to go yet. I have so much left to do.
Fun stuff, work stuff, learning something new.
Won’t let the mundane claim me;
this everyday monotony makes me insanely
Jealous of the people who get anything they want.
They say if I pull a couple of stunts I can too.
Use my assets, sell sex, it would make my net
Worth grow. I aint into that though.
I made love before. It’s priceless what I bring.
Not many could afford, my lovin is so very giving.
It’s personal. Can’t deal with no bull.
I need to love again before I go.
One of the sweetest things I’ve known
was the small ones who’ve grown in my core—
and love. First time I made it, I made it with him
Haven’t been able to make any since. I want that again…
…Before I leave here I want Vegas and beaches,
frozen drinks, taste and smell like peaches,
conversation–make me want a refill, F the bills.
I’m going on vacation like. If I could get a flight, I’d leave tonight.
And I would just be. Something like wild and free,
and not in a box. Forget clothes, shoes, socks,
rules schools, walls, and all that makes me feel bound.
Ready to be found again.
My pen just doesn’t hold me like it used to.
Was once for escape, but now I choose to educate—but wait,
if a writer writes and nobody reads, does it make a sound
like trees in the forest when no one’s around?
I want to live between pages, in acts on stages
and screens and things people pay for and record
and tell friends to cop it as soon as I drop it,
cause that’s what they do every Tuesday
when something new comes to Target.
Gotta find my market before I go.
Add that to my list, right after long, tender kisses,
being touched like he misses me,
and strong arms that hold me while I sleep.
Deep, dark chocolate over brownies and ice cream, with walnuts and such, after a big, juicy steak and shrimp stuffed
With crab meat. Sweet.
I choose to live.
I give myself permission to start today. Nothing else to say.
Another Versatili-T Creation From the Mind of Tonya D. Floyd