Lester Mayers

LESTER MAYERS  is a Brooklyn native who is currently completing his undergraduate degree in Theatre Performance at SUNY New Paltz School of Fine and Performing Arts. Lester is a published writer, poet and actor. His work can be found in the Sojourner Truth Library, I am from Driftwood LGBTQ archive, and the Huffington Post. Lester’s performance credits includes: SUNY Oswego, SUNY FLCC, Pace University, SUNY UB, and countless others. Gay, black, feminine, and a feminist, Lester tackles issues that have historically been ignored by the public.

bare hands

im suppoda touch myself right now i dont really wan tew
otha dan ta help me sleep
& i sleep all day

cuz sumbawdy luvs me
in my dreamz
sumebawdy ax me ta dance & not just shake my ass

17 billion niggas floatin on green clouds are chantin
my name
demandin dat i am freed

dat my wrist can electric slide down da isle smotherin

“im just lookin ta fuck”

ta a pulp
da bastardized tale

“where you wan me ta nut?”

iz da question dat ion eva answa i opened my mouf
i swallow
i breave

i sang

“Oh lawd I wan tew move”

i ax fo fogiveness
afta
i alwayz feel ashamed
ta letta nigga i barely know but remind me ov my favah slide in me
den leave

one gud woman

wifa nappy afro
caught on niggaz opinionz
avoidz intellectually knowin haself
& proudly livez wit complicated emotionz


This poem is an excerpt from Meyer’s newest poetry book/offering African Booty Scratcha…lovin da ashy-blaq fat chall wif yella teef, peasy head & a broken smilwhich can be purchased on Amazon here.

 

More about the book: Mayers second poetry offering is another mile stone in literary expression, another fossilized exploration in the identity of Blackness. This time around he deals directly with the conditions and experiences of dark skinned babies, children, teens and adults. He rhythmically lays out the beauty and love dark skinned people are normally denied and the provisions they are always offered too. He uses the Black vernacular to write through feelings and welcomes the reader to challenge their ideas in language and the styling of beauty. As always, it is clear that Mayers’ masterpiece is not written from a distance: indeed, it is up close and oh so personal.

motha how could you eva? a poem fo Hydeia

Written for World AIDS Day 2019


condoms wrappers sealed

sperm dripz hips

grab mouf spread

legz open screamz

once held

cryd

once

but now  i

have

h

 Began to make the an “h” sound.

 

will my baby?

 

screamz

i have it

burns so bad

uterus gag

i have it

& aint no

faggit stuck hiz

dick in me

i have it

&

aint nobody raped

me

 

motha puffed

& stuck

skin wit random

penz

& gave me

& took

& she neva said

im sorry

it was an accident

if only i had known

i wouldntve

nuffin-she-said-nuffin

i just want ta be normal

i just want ta live

itz lyke leachez

are jawing at da baq

of my eye ballz

i caint see anythang but red

im scared dat one day im gonna look up

from a wheel chair

im gonna sneeze & my heart will stop fovea

im gonna cry & cough & laugh & blood will spritz out &

i aint prepared fo errybody to stare

at me

at it

 

im scared ta kiss anyone

i stay in wen itz below 70 degreez

i canit gitta cold

im sore

from peeling awf

& slicin wartz

it

makez me tenda

motha

how could you eva?

i am ashamed

of it

it iz ashamed

of me

da way itattacks me

& i aint do shit but be born

its ashamed

its a shame

i have

H.I.V

& didnt have a choice fo

it


Lester Mayer’s new poetry book “African Booty Scratcha (Lovin Da Ashy-Blaq Fat Hall Wit Yella Teef, Peasy Head & A Broken Smile) is available for purchase on Amazon and Kindle now. 

I love you I do

I have believed in love
On the wings of heartbreak
                                    In my mind
The clock moves
Children laugh
Water drips
Bees stings
Birds fly
Wind blows
Bread provides comfort
Alcohol gives permission
Tongues slips
Mouths kisses
Noses smell
Red
Roses
Red
Bricks
freshly washed
By august rain
occasionally
the moon is
Purple
Making the
World circulation
More interesting and
Questionable
In my mind
All of this
Is possible
                                    Because
You seriously love me

                                    but in reality
im sittin here thinking
pen to paper
water hot
tea steeped
honey sweet
all true
all true
but
your love for me.

Smiling Warmly

 Like a warm peanut butter and banana sandwich
Like a rose candle lit by a lilac
And a sex on the beach poured in a martini glass
like a dog named “Skipper” or “Dallas” being lulled to sleep
by the sounds of the wind brushing snow to east
Your strange love is what I need most and don’t expect it to happen until it happens. 

I am grateful for you.

 

 

Hug

If I fall in love
If he be white
Let him understand
The rarity of a black
Diamond and pearl
Disguised as me 

 If I fall in love
If he be from the middle east
Let him see the sun rise
By the corner of my smile
And know the darkness of night
In my right eye is even more beautiful 

 If I fall in love
If he be Asian
Let him find
The time to be proud is
When he catches me looking at him
When he wasn’t even paying attention 

If I fall in love
If he be Black
Let him know
I am a reflection of things he deserves and
All that he wished for when no one would listen

If I fall in love
If…whoever he be
Let him know
My magic to write poetry
Is my prayer to stop the wars
While protecting the children. 

If I fall in love
Let it be with me 

Kiss

i know you really love me
because i feel your lips
on my neck at 5 am
kissing me straight out of your dreams 

i know you love me because
you don’t laugh when i laugh
instead you cry because you know
that’s what i cannot bring myself to do 

i know you love me because
you hold my promises to my neck
when i’ve proposed what i truly want and
began threatening myself potential

i know you love me because
you hold me
to it

You hold me to it

Note from Les

Love Village, as summer comes to an end, and we welcome fall off the backs of hurricane devastations, unexpected deaths and suicided from children hood remembrance to elderly forget and forgiveness, I want to bring all of your attentions to love.

Love still exists. It still scrapes knees on play grounds and makes the arguments between human’s worth it. This summer/past year, has taught those whom have chosen to listen (to people instead of your heart) that Love is indeed, not possible/not available and has no future. I offer this… “that’s some bullshit.” Love is indeed alive, breathing, kicking and is well. As temperature drops and we adjust to new places, people and try new things, my prayer is that you remember love is not a weird thing to carry with you.

Love is not a strange thing to desire and to hope to receive back. These next few months I will offer you a series of love poems only to be taken and received when you need it most. When you need a kiss on the cheek or a hug and you are all alone…please have enough courage to visit us here at Queeries Blog and get your monthly kiss and hug in the name of Love.

with so much Love,

Lester Eugene Mayers

I love you, anyways

I know you’ve been taught that big and black is scary, that being gay is a sin, and if I don’t repent before the clock strikes life, I’ll reside in the pits of Hell. I know you’ve been taught that going against the odds of fashion means that I’m a bastard, and my father must be to blame. I know you’ve been taught to believe that if I lose too much weight I must have AIDS, yet with all of this hateful “knowledge”…

I must relay this:
“I love you, anyways 💜”

Till tomorrow,
When we are reminded of the worlds sorrow.

PS: When you wake up in the morning, make sure you say “hello,” And be thankful to have laid sin free, propped on a sacred pillow.

TheLoverPurple

Celie
Was right to LOVE Shug and

Shug
Was right to be SCARED of

LOVING her back

V.

that black girl is going to Howard
after she sat and waited
and waited and sat
traveled to Minnesota
where they told her to wait and sit some more
even went to the dry places that rains with sweat
where they told her “no“
but wanting it so badly
needing to get what she needed
she resumed her sitting and waiting
she even thought about running back to the palace and settling upon a random thrown
but with faith she sat and waited
and she got it cause she waited

for it to find her

she’s off to Howard
because she gots to go
cause she sat and listened
cause we need her
and we don’t just need her anywhere
because she waited
and was not moved so easily
she saved it

her destiny that is

for what she and where she
was supposed to be
that black girl hailing from the palace of Queens
is going to Howard with fellow queens and kings
there she goes
smile and wave

smile and waive