August 2024
My Grandmother told me she was tired of me writing sad poems. Imagine how tired I am?! I told her: “Good! I’m performing something erotic next week.”Performing my poem “Catwoman,” was thrilling in ways I didn’t expect. I had so much fun with it! I was performing it for anyone who would listen, pacing around the house rehearsing and memorizing it, and now I can’t stop quoting myself:
“See I’m a goddess baby
star in the making
never knew you would one day be mine for the taking”
The cadence, I loved! As I’m exploring other poetry forms and going out and performing, cadence, flow, and rhyme pattern is what I want to start working on. I’m confident in my writing abilities, I’ve been focused on my craft, but now it’s time to branch out and continue to baby step out of my comfort zone. Maybe these are actually huge leaps…let me stop downplaying how far I’ve come.
I was talking to a fellow poet and they expressed that men are better at erotic poetry, but after listening to a few poets the conclusion became: men are allowed to be outwardly horny. The poems were good and there is a certain shock factor to their vulgarity that I enjoy. I like it that they lay it all out on the table. We could do what they do but I don’t want to be like the men! I like to leave a little to the imagination. Leave someone thinking, what if? A tease if you will. Little balance never hurt.
I wasn’t worried about writing the poem or even performing it at least until the day of but I was worried about posting it online. We’re all grown here and I know what y’all do to have kids and to avoid them, so why should I feel any shame or be worried of any judgement for what I wrote. Though I think as much of an adrenaline rush as it was, I am conscious of what impression I’m giving off. I was in the grocery store and heard “Girls Need Love Too,” by Summer Walker, the Drake remix at that, is that the era I’m in? Always the remix, always.
I didn’t know I was such a “I want to shout it from the roof tops” woman but now I’m striving to be the most romantic person to ever exist. I’ll write you a book if you asked, even dedicate it to you. I’m always thinking of legacy and what if my legacy could be leaving behind feelings of love on this planet, we could all use it. How sweetie pie, mushy gushy of me…barely recognize myself! That’s okay I guess.
I’m a big softie!
