Downbottom

eyes wide shut
living life loose
with
no shield, but several veils
upon her focals
unable to focus
unable to see
without blinders
damned blinders and clipped wings
she dims her own light
something happened to her
self-worth so low
so low
so downlow
inevitably stooped
to this
remnants of what was a woman

of solidarity
now a woman of disparity
a woman with no clarity
a reduction
of
self-love
lost

Somebody Already

I could never find words to say this but I see that somebody has already done it for me:

love forgives all things
after every argument
or should I should I say disagreement,
we make up
then backtrack to pick up
where we left off.
not necessarily starting anew,
just forgetting the wrong
that we both sometimes do.
being careful never again
to cross the line of no return,
the line where apologies fail
and are no longer able
to reach the sentimental chambers
of the heart
where love accepts
and speaks the words,
"I forgive you."
-Tawana Moore-Cedeno

Honey Black

I wrote this a long time ago, my sophomore year of college, when the B.R.O.T.H.E.R.S. Organization held a contest to see what 'Black Love' means to Black students on campus....so I wrote this, in less than five minutes.
(I think this might've been the illest shit I ever wrote...)

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Black Love is unity
Black Love is creativity
Black Love is keeping our heads above water
Black love is loving hard
Black Love is hymn sangin' during slavery
Black Love is my community
Black Love is being true to self
Black Love is Love of all shades
Black Love is support
Black Love is music
Black Love is a free Nelson Mandela
Black Love is my fist in the air
Black Love is his brown skin against mine
Black Love is Ahkenaton, my unborn sun
Black Love is poetry
Black Love is overcoming stereotypes
Black Love is making a statement

Black Love is crowning a King in my Queendom
Black Love is soul food
Black Love is a treasure
Black Love is hope
Black Love is water from the Nile
Black Love is change
Black Love brown hands caressing my face
Black Love is cornrows
Black Love is Yaa Asantewaa and Makeda
Black Love is freedom ringing
Black Love is teaching
Black Love is giving birth to my daughters
Black Love is manifestation
Black Love is breakdancing and Capoeira
Black Love is the ankh
Black Love is his lips enveloping mine
Black Love is Mother Africa
Black Love is communication
Black Love is respect
Black Love is our ancestors
Black Love is you, me, we
Black Love is us
Black Love is life

Weekend [Suite Edition]

After this joyous weekend of being with myself (and loving every minute), I also felt so inclined to be with someone else.
To just
be
with
someone
else.
Traveling through thoughts of what a weekend could should ought to be.
frittata hash browns vanilla chamomile tea dolloped with milk
shower & shave cleanse & bathe serene clean
his arms my head nestled in the crevices of
the comfort of a man
legs curved intertwined amongst pillows and throws touching toes
listening with lips talking with eyes touching with words
quietly nap breath on my back and neck
awaken to sound Najee Coltrane for Lovers
awaken to nourishment Chinese take-out feeding with hands
simple pleasures winding down massaging speaking with hands
choc o lat draped skin hips chest tongue and cheek
night glow fingers through hair set free
how beautiful
only a matter of time