Black & Kinky Amongst Brown Waves

napowrimo challenge: 5, 6 and 7 of 30
April 7, 2013, 10:52 pm
Filed under: DC life

i am a little behind on the posting (sadly), but keeping up with the writing (happily!)…

ode to an olive
© 2013 by margaux delotte-bennett

we have never been friends
but we are lovers
entangled in a pull and push dance
brine (your constant companion)
cures nothing
as it assaults my senses
and turns your flesh
against my tongue

your shades and hues
have never excited me
always too dull for my eye

and repeated attempts
to appreciate you in your solid form
have led only to my disgust

but, alas
when you are crushed
stomped to your virgin essence

my skin adores you
made more supple under your sheen
quickly absorbing you

my hair glows from your touch
my kinks and coils shine
healthily stretching and retreating
as you nourish from
root to tip

my palate savors you
as you initiate the making of
so many of my culinary creations
I love how you adorn fresh bread
I am never ashamed
to lick you off my fingers

we have never been friends
but we are lovers
divided by form
entangled in taste


on gentrification
© 2013 by margaux delotte-bennett

what would happen
if there was a refusal to move

a staunch unwillingness
to be displaced and uprooted

a denial that some rights
and some money
have more worth and value
in this capitalist game
toying with our lives
breaking down legacies
forcibly leading to instability and unrest

we have to participate
to some extent
in our own unraveling
in order to completely come undone

we have to participate
to some extent
in our own erasing
the letting go of traditions
has to be passed on
in order for it to become something
that “our people” do

we have to participate
to some extent
in this system of injustice
that links community improvements
with the community having to change
having to leave
moving on to something
less than and undeserved

and I wonder what would happen
if there was a refusal to move

a stubborn unwillingness
to do what is expected
when bullied and pushed
rezoned and redistricted
priced out of house and home

a refusal
rooted in the conviction
I will not help you hurt me.


for the man in the park
© 2013 by margaux delotte-bennett

he so seldom sits
so when he does
you notice
the space around him
holds on to the buzz
of his limbs in motion
his mouth on the move

today he decided to choose
to sit for a spell and
smell how the flowering trees
in his midst
seem to shift the air
causing petals to drift down
and adorn his hair

that bench is constantly waiting
for some weight to support
and today he decided to move a little less
and rest

as he just sits
and smiles
and sees sights that make him sigh


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