Nyla has a coffee mug glued to her hand
Spends all her time in the coffee bar, Latte Land
Must have fresh ground roast; nothing common or canned
Complains if she tastes one teensy bit of coffee sand
Nyla has some kind of weird coffee bean-loving gland.
Around this mug, her right hand is usually fanned.
Puts on airs, acts like she is ever so grand.
Trips to Latte Land are pretty much daily planned.
Nyla the disco queen was glitzy and groovy
Gyrating like a mirror of fancy prisms
Throwing flecks of light around the room
I was mesmerized, could not stop watching her
She was as dazzling as any chandelier.
Others began watching her.
I glared at them.
She was mine to watch.
Nyla the disco queen was glitzy and groovy
Gyrating like a mirror of fancy prisms
Throwing flecks of light around the room
I was mesmerized, could not stop watching her
She was as dazzling as any chandelier.
Others began watching her.
I glared at them.
She was mine to watch.
She was a confident young woman
as a thirteen-year-old
One of the luckiest women in the world
Because her mother understood
She was never thrown out of her home
She was nurtured and loved
Dresses with glitz and glitter were purchased
She is known as Nyla
I am a friend of her mother’s
Her mother is the wisest woman in the universe
She knew that Nyla was a woman
Before Nyla knew
She nurtured her and dressed her and loved her
Nyla is one of the most famous transgendered women in Kansas City
She has been on talk-shows, encouraging and uplifting the youth
Who were thrown out of their homes by hard-hearted, close-minded parents.
Nyla has a style all her own, she flings and flounces.
She whirls a truth others do not understand or know.
I am gob-smacked by her confidence and her determination
I know you do not get your flair from you mother, I say.
From where does this inner delight originate?
Nyla laughs that super nova laugh.
My grandmother was a Broadway star, she says.
She gets out photos, and we ooh and ahh over them.
I wish you could have known her, I tell her.
I do know her. She used to visit me in my dreams,
and she was my so-called imaginary friend when I was four.
What do you mean so-called?
My mother could not see her, so she called her that.
We used to laugh about it, grandma and me.
Nurturing poets to produce.
My motivational, poetical writing, spoken wordress muse.
In leading me to the speak easy cafe site.
To cause me initiating rites to write.
I am tattooing you.
These lines of poetry view.
Her medicine- just write- she administers like a poetic prescription
A writers treatment for bloc- no pre, nor post, just non existing that's her description
For tempting and hooking me back to my addiction.
Surprise! tattooeterized your name in this rendition.
U indelible watch within the ink.
A grateful gratitude laid you in this piece.
Cocked a pen - sprayed you like i shot a glock.
Your names bleeding- piercing lines-so i unlock this puzzling poetic tattoo thanking you.
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