Posted in Poems for my king: Birthday Variety, poetry.

4 out 22 poems to my king: Birthday Variety

 

Mister Fur 

 

By: (Me)Lauren “Crayola Mae” Fitzgerald

 

You look new. 

And I’m taken in.

Not wasting a moment of this, gotta have leftovers.

Something for my mind to eat on when you depart from my space. 

Tragically in love with you, razor sharp feelings that cannot be dulled by 

anything. 

Not the ashes that grace the ground where ambition burned our present union. 

You whispered to me, babygirl you’re amazing, and I wonder if you truly believe 

how much? 

And that just brought tears to my eyes, sent a tremble in motion from crown to 

foot soles and from physical to soul.

Overlook the past, I plead.

My heart falls from my sleeve and you dust it off and put it back, back where it’s posed to go, 

in the left chest cavity.

Brilliance cloaks you as a skin, a pelt of fur of the most unique beast.

Animal and god, and what am I? 

The powerful petite. Word woman.

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Author:

Now see, Miz RetroStank is so many different things (aren't we all?), but namely, she IS a Chistian, wife, mother, light, poetess, songwriter, actress, fashion show coordinator, scriptwriter, freethinker, artist, ATLien, and a weirdo with a love for culture and healing. She wants you to know that you can BE, DO, and HAVE anything and everything through Christ! She is native to the third coast, specifically the Southern kingdoms of Arkansas and Georgia. Sweet as pie, good as gold, and free as a bird, she is the only girl of three chill'un, and lawd, did that make for some imagination and shopaholic tendencies. Her father was an Army man and her mama is an infinitely enthusiastic and loving lady. In any case, exposure to different places, expectation of excellence, and a homeopathic childhood environment, majorly tilted her towards uniqueness; she was THAT girl who wore a dragon-print dress with a mandarin collar one day and a funky TLC-inspired look complete with ponytails and barrettes the next. So, by now, you're understanding that she is all about the spice of life. So sit back, buckle your seat-belt, and enjoy "the Funky ride all around the world" (in the words of Outkast).

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