Tangible (nonfiction)

My fingers are grazing my dreams

I can feel the wetness of it all.

The dark allure of everything I ever needed..unfolding into my palms.

My eyes can see my throne..I almost forgot this is my rightful position.

It is tangible, 

this ancient dream returned,

this ancient prophesy fulfilled.

Guided by the electric entity that be,

I am touching the Spirits glory.

Tangible truths exist between realms.

~

I am here now…again and evermore...

(notes from a reincarnated royal)

666

Darkness has covered my light, and has changed my day to night.. and I am at peace, swaddled in the arms of Mama Universe.

Collette

dreaming in black

Nobody wants me in my black skin.. So I pray for more melanin.. 

And one day I’ll fade into the night sky

Blacker than black 

Blacker than black..

Back to my roots in the sky.. All you’ll see is my smile.. I’ll be an eternal star for a world that rejected me..

A light for those who share similar journeys.

Knowledge of self has brought me to this understanding. 

An endless beautiful being I am.

I’m in the light of my birthright, my right to exist as I am..

Blacker than black

I’m shining back 

Blacker than black… Undefinable, and unapologetic. 

Melanin encasing me… Loving me all the way through my destiny

#blackwoman #blackpoet #poc #woc #mypoeticlife #poetry 

Mama (Inspiration)

(Ma Ma)

In my solitary moments

 I realize,

I haven’t spoken to my mother in 3 weeks. 

I am on the verge of realizing myself.

I have stepped into the stage of Goddess-hood.
I have been cloaked.

I am not a late bloomer

I am retracing my steps.

I am not weak

I am accepting my strength.

I am not perfect

I exist in the now. 

I’ll never struggle again

I have stopped feeding my wounds. 

You don’t have to love me anymore... You already do.

I don’t need to need you anymore 

I am already grateful for your passing presence.

How sweet it is to experience the womb, again.

My own womb…

I am my own mother now.

And I suckle away my pain.

You don’t have to understand my healing

You have already played your part.

Thank you Mahala Lewis allowing me to use your painting as the inspiration for this poem. (click her name for more of her work)

 Collette Brown

(Ma Ma)  2015

Matter in the Void

What is experience 

Beyond a strange recollection of memories

Is this where wisdom kicks in

Or is this another toy on reality

Who cares about the truth anymore?

Our feelings have been channeled through superstitions

How can I respect a hypnotized public opinion

As Above So Below

Bringing heaven to earth

Heaven may be interpreted as hell because heaven is a space where the infinite possible exists.

An unlimited expansive universe of completion. 

Nothing else.

I dream of that kind of starry hell

The infinite possible is my playground and home front.

Join me if thou will.

Love Stories & Solitude

Tired of broken poems

and broken loans

and broken pencils

scribbling

half truths

about half loves

that

fucked and sucked 

my body

and mind into an oblivion 

of futile desire

never satisfied 

with the moment

always wanting forever

until the moment ends

and I'm left

writing tear stained poems

surrounded by glasses stained red

endless wine drops

endless memories

looping in my blue veins

this is

my last fucking goodbye

no more spoiled moments

only

writing words that spilt the redundant brain from the heart

only writing words of self salvaging

only writing poems that 

tell the whole truth

like

know thyself

know thy fucking self.

       these

words 

are 

my re- introduction 

my

re establishment

of equilibrium of self

 inside and outside

of 

love stories 

and

solitude.