To my child

My precious gift from God
the one thing that can never be taken away
-- you are--
The one I will always love
For you I will always be there
because I loved you before I knew
And I always wanted you in my life
I was willing to accept everything that you
could give me
And give you all that I had within me
You are my heart
and always on my mind
so know we can never be separated
--not even in death--
because as long as we are in God
we will always be together
I thank Him for you
everyday
and pray for you
every minute
The part of my that I send into the world
and give over to God--
My child
    ~Kilah '96~

A Dream

At night,
after I cose my eyes
to rest my
mind
body and
soul
I see you
You look into my eyes
and it makes me think:
do you want me
like I want you?
I can't tell
if
my desire is physical
mental
or emotional
you kissed me
and made me believe
we'd always be together
is this a dream
that will ever come true?
You hold my hand
and it feels like you love me
and I want to say
I love you too
I want to trust you
with my heart
but
I'm moving too fast
I've fallen in love
with one who doesn't
love me back
So when I fix
my lips
to speak
I'm awakened from
my dream
left in silence
to wonder...
did you have the same dream?
    ~Kilah '97~

                                                              On being a crybaby

Hot tears seer into my face;
they jump like sparks endlessly
from the fire in my eyes.
When the flames are extinguished
I have blazed my own
Trail of tears
that I will carry with me
for the rest of my life.
    ~Kilah '97~

Christianity

Sometimes I feel that I am
in the middle of a raging sea
that has no shore
and you are all that
keeps me
from drowning
Sometimes it seems that I am
walking a path that winds
continually uphill
and you are the wind
at my back
that makes the hill less steep
Sometimes I am in a cave
and can't find the way out
and you are the light
that shines through
the mouth of the cave
to guide me
And sometimes I am in a situation
I can not describe
and I find myself in bed
crying to you
and you are my only
comforter
  ~Kilah '97~
 
 

 For a guy I used to have a relationship with...I lost this fight

It starts slowly
(drip)
when I see you walking
down the street or
through the hall
(drip)
when somebody mentions your name
(trickle)
when you look in my eyes
again
(trickle)
when I catch you staring-- often
out of the corner of your eye
and then
when you put your arms
around me again
they come rushing back
flooding, flowing memories
feelings,
memories of feelings
I fight to keep them
just memories
    ~Kilah '98~.
 

Do's Space                       we wrote this one together

In this space
my emotions melt
like chocolate on
a hot summer day
but when night falls
and stars dot the sky
there is no heat
there is no cold
only comfort
the comfort that comes
from being weightless
free from the pressures
of tomorrow and the next day
free to be whoever I decide
that I am
I float freely through this space
protected by its vastness
this space holds me
rocks me to sleep
and whispers dreams in my ear
this space exists
between you and I
    ~Kilah '99~

No change

No matter what I try,
this pain
(not the
nails-in-your-hands-and-feet
kind of pain
that no one
can imagine
but everyone can
comprehend.
The kind
caused by those
injuries that
everyone says
you should just
get up
from.
The dull, burning sensation
of a scraped knee
but this burning
never stops
and the sensation
begins to radiate.
The slightest touch to the wrong spot
and your eyes well up
with tears.
You blow on it to make it better
and for a moment it works
but as the breeze fades
the contrast
only increases the pain.
You can go on
but with that
open sore
you've got to be
careful
because the next fall
won't cause
just a scrape.
It's go to go deeper,
get under your skin,
make you itch where you can't
scratch,
tense where you can't
rub.
The pain that sometimes
feels like just a lump
between your heart and your throat,
that slight pressure
that leaves you two seconds
from tears
and
two miles
past sanity.)
just doesn't go away.
    ~Kilah '00~

For writings by more accomplished poets:
My favorites
Nikki Giovanni
Sonya Sanchez
Maya Angelou
Langston Hughes

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