published author

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.

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