In the Ocean
The absolute feeling of being free.
Not having a care in the world.
When the bass of the drum hits and those sirens ring.
My body is taken away by the rhythmic sounds of the West Indies.
Whether you’re Jamaican,
Bajan,
Haitian.
It’s always a good time to bust a whine.
Waving. . .
waves of reds,
blues,
greens,
& yellow flags. . .
Trapped in a sea of people,
Going with the flow of the moving floats & trucks.
Shimmery mermaids on land with brightly colored costumes,
Jiggling up their waistlines down Eastern Parkway.
Trails of f e a t h e r s and j e w e l s…
Guys fishing their way through the crowd looking for a good whine.
Gripping girls’ hips begging for a dance.
The endless clouds of a never ending high,
Crashing each block party…
Buzzed on brown liquor,
Henny, Paul Masson, E&J—You name it…
The party doesn’t stop, until I find my way back to ATLANTIS,
Taking the last train back to reality.
trUSt
Trust me when I say, “I like you”.
Trust me when I say, that “I like you 10 times
more than a normal human being should.”
Trust me when I say, “I’m scared…”
Trust me when I say, “this friendship will never be the same.”
No more “how was your day?” or “how are you doing?”
No more friendly talks without shit getting awkward.
And no more HUGS.
Trust me when I say, “I feel embarrassed.”
Like that time I literally ran away from my feelings.
10/15 is a date I will never forget.
That day I turned into a literal meme.
Trust me when I say, “you make me feel this way.”
Bubbly…
Happy…
AWKWARD.
Trust me when I say, “I shouldn’t catch feelings but I did anyway.”
Trust me when I say, “you mean everything to me.”
Trust me like Rihanna trust Kendrick in LOYALTY.
Trust me enough that you would be here for me.
Even if it took four years for you to confide in me.
Honesty is the best policy, so…
Trust me enough that you would be mine.
Sour Patch Kid
Shy but observant…
Observant but…
A tongue tied incense burning backwoods rolling kind of girl with kinks and curls.
Sweet like a katana sword edge;
Burstin’ with sunkissed melanin.
Unapologetically living a double life of a “good girl gone bad”.
Always seeking approval…
But I’m an adventure seeking soca loving carribean queen,
Who take straight shots with no chaser.
A burn that packs a punch with you wanting more.
A true definition of a sour patch.
Artist Bio:
I’m from East Orange,New Jersey
Fun fact about me is, I woke up from a dream with the ability to draw. Every paint stroke on a canvas and every word that I write in a poem comes from life experiences, which sparks my creativity. My inspirations are my friends aka ‘my little family’, Ariana Grande, H.E.R, and a whole lot of different artists I can’t name right now lol.
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