Foundation

she'd been closed/vaulted/hidden/unwatered/trifling
his outrageous booming laughter always
overpowered screaming looks
she wore what she wanted a scorned
women's garb a mix
of survivalism and self comfort
he got no hot dinners
instead diminishing her, spitting incapacities
hot skinned glimpse into past he exhibited charm
pushed into wombs and journeys/ filled in
her bubbles
she fought back with ugly shoes and venom
womanism named her mama

My entrance

greetings , seasons and revolutionary , 2 all . i recently remembered i was a writer that writes .... an artist that does not share is a member of an asylum , padlocked, weak and selfish . thus im sharing . mostly poems but nothing's absolute . enjoy , comment , keep it gangsta , drop me a line , yadda yadda . oh i like good vibrations , if u got um , pass um........