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I fell this morning-
Stumbled over fear, surrender my bitter dressings
Kissing the distance of sanity
Defying gravity
Levitating toward the inevitable
Plunging into the comfort of solace fed into my spirit as joy becomes mine
Shoulders lightened
Released the burdens.
Unclogged empty spaces looking to fill lonesome nights with conversations
Extended one time moments to last
Lapsing into the disease of love
Nestle this heart in loyalty.
Faithful to the thought
I fell this morning-
Hit the snooze button to return to the passion jump starting my heart.
Misstepped through the possibility that a frozen heart could melt for carmel skin tones and baritones cadences.
Opening the potential of waking up to you til death due us bonded together forever.
I fell this afternoon-
Watched my tears stain satin pillowcases as you become my questioned tomorrow.
I slipped And stumbled over the misunderstanding right into love's possibilities.
What if I told you I fell in love with you this morning.
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Copyright © Anu Healing | Year Posted 2015
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If inferno flames are melting your spirit.
Causing gapping wounds of disappointments developing infections.
Pus oozing oppression, odor of deception.
Swathed in agony dressings.
If you’ve been cloaked in sheets bearing the logo of minority
While walking in the majority
Ear marked with inferior wages projected for projects,
brainwashed into thinking we’re self sufficient.
Stamped on food allotment threatened with starvation with every election.
If you can hold the cold hand of your child.
Wrap satin royalties across his chest, tucking in his future.
Line him in crushed velvet for a comfortable home going.
Watching faith fade.
Managing to lift your head high push shoulders back to face the hate that took him away.
If your idea of protect and serve rings true only if you believe in amendment #2, that phrase has never applied to you.
If you watch 365 days of American History and only 28 days of your own, told to let it ago as you watch the new age lynchings. Slavery in the form of prison sentences. History on repeat yet remixed.
If you watch video vixens, half dressed twerk videos become the image of you.
Your natural full lips, thick hips, round ass become the joke in one era and the plastic surgery rave yet on you he finds fault.
If your humble disposition has you in a silent rage but they wouldn’t know it looking you in the face.
Humbled by grace.
Then you know what it is to be a black woman in America.
(This isn’t finished)
Copyright © Anu Healing | Year Posted 2014
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Playbill: Sept 8, 2001
Time gives a bifocal view to the written scenes of life.
Mental screams of past strife.
Broken pencils lead to scenes being inked, unable to erase.
Scenes misplaced.
X-ing out terms, words piercing through providing a Seeing Eye glass for transparency able to entertain those in the balcony.
Casting call for the supporting roles
Contact list full but cell phone providing no service, alone.
Curtain call;
first scene;
the first cut;
Depression rolls down her arm-pain dripping to the floor.
Living has become her anesthetic
Inherited this dis ease of dejection
Pierced flesh unable to mend, bandaged in rejection
Second call-Healing on the horizon
Head to the sky she prays for the intoxication of faith
To be healed from the genes she had held.
Final cut-Faith birthed.
You shall live and not die
©A.N.U October 31, 2014 A.N.U Experience, LLC
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Sculpted perfectly to fit in his hands, becoming familiar with his grasp.
From the first chord strung with his bow on amateur steel strings.
Italic F echoing melodies, Steel skipping beats
Tuning her with every stroke.
Losing her pegs, replacing metal with sheep skin.
She is his violin UNSUPPORTED CODE
Anticipating his complex masterpiece generating sine wave to imitate vowels first.
Soprano notes scaling across sheets, he plays her A…A…A5.
Only consonant reflect in her G…G…G4 score.
His violin— no longer coos for others, her sound meant for his ears, setting the atmosphere.
Neighbors become the spectators, listening to lust-filled arrangements
Conducting until she spills notes across sheets.
His slipping bow never skips a beat
Her violinist has a passion for her sounds
He takes control of her
She relishes in this embrace
Tuned just for him
Standing ovation for encores
She awaits his next instrumental
He is her violinist
She loves being his violin.
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I cried for you this morning
Whaled out the pain hidden nene the the mask.
Lips no longer able to curl to form the mask I have carefully constructed.
Slow breaths taken- breathing in that consistent pain. I cried for you this morning.
Wishing Him to be the parent you lost the other you don't want
Praying a shield around you from the elements of your choices.
I cried for you this morning
Tasted the salted pain of love in the midst of frustration abandoned on this island of self blame and inadequacy.
I//Cried//for//you.
Want to hold onto my Vonna, deliver you through the purpose, my chance to relax back into peace. I whaled out the pain of strong woman. Weakened by her child. Reaching out for branches misperceived as roots, watching them snap in half as branches can't take on this weight.
Spewing empty "I love you" failing to activate it as a verb. "I'll pray for y'all" able to reveal the lesson I long taught you that I am the rooted love you'll always have.
Forgiving your lies of nine years absence
Understanding your pain of the missing.
Asking you to let me make you better
Come home, Mama is still here as she always will be.
Copyright © Anu Healing | Year Posted 2015
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