five days in one place
I simply have no idea what the fuck I will do with myself!!!!!
shopping
the curse of 21st century America
and Germany
and South Africa
and Jamaica
perhaps some shoes
socks
definitely socks
with dots and stripes and frogs
maybe turtles
I love turtles
and pens that write outside
the black and white
the elections
the poems
maybe I will buy new words
these seem to only work
sometimes
a dictionary perhaps
something pretty
and wordy
worthy of a place by my bed at night
I am in love with the way words
turn pretty into phrases
into whole sentences
that could change the world I live in
change the way I see
beauty
and songs
I want a million songs burning holes
into my ears
I want to sing
and dance
and carry one poem to orgasm
each night
I want to be brave
and mark the futile into minutes that matter
I miss my old loves
and I am wide open for what this one will bring
what it will force me to leave behind
nothing is promised she reminds me
and I am alive with such sounds
pleasure rushing liquid
over hands
and feet
and all the little parts of why I could never understand
why people listened to me
why they never heard me tripping over myself
to understand
why I was never really popular
before these poems
and these lights
and me under them wishing I was under the covers
with my own fear
but these skinny calves won't let
me
furl insect under a blank leaf
there are poems to be written girl
battles to be drawn
quartered
and made into wars
I will fight for anything that moves me to action
silence is my greatest weapon
I am still learning how to use it
fast and fury flailing from arms
and legs carrying me flying
feet first towards
freedom
in love
and these narrow hips that keep me moving,
Staceyann
Posted by staceyann at October 20, 2004 11:24 PMYour words are music to my ears. I need your words more than you could imagine. There are days where I feel like my whole world is falling apart and I'm all alone until I get to your webpage (a ritual I do everyday)and I am reminded by your words that I am not at all alone. You are so passionate. Your words come to life when you write or speak them.
You took my breath away at your one woman show in NY I still feel those words those stories your stories are now apart of me. You are loved more than you think and you are polite (maybe not always)but that goes for anyone that's human. You are a great inspiration to alot of us West Indians and we are so very proud to have a voice in our community. You are so brave to do what you do and I want you to know that you are appreciated.
Don't doubt yourself so much we believe in you after all it was your voice and face that allowed alot of us West Indians gays and lesbians to come out the closet and stand proud because we are no longer alone.
you are our voice - one love
blessings