Sunday, February 17, 2013

Next Time? (Poem)

Someone asked me to write an Erykah Badu "Next Lifetime" type of poem. This was what I came up with. Now remember I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shit.

Next Time?

Now what am I supposed to do when we’re all alone, late at night, no one knows, as you whisper sweet words in my ear, setting the mood for clothes to come off, and something inside tells me NO?

Gather all your energy
Run with all your heart
Get out as soon as possible

Sexy brown eyes
It’s like he can see through my clothes
Has a window to my soul
Lips good enough to kiss me with
Arms strong enough to hold me
When I close my eyes, I can feel him reaching out
Trying to make me feel protected, feel safe
My body craves his affection
My heart craves his attention
Can he feel my desperation?
I’m lonely
My soul reaches out to his mind
I want to get to know him
His favorite color, his occupation, what he dreams about at night, his future goals, how many kids he’d like to have, his dream wife
I try to get lost in his presence
Get to a place where there’s no me anymore
Instead it’s become we
But the idea of giving him so much is scary
Now what am I supposed to do when fear takes over my mind time after time?
He can’t get to know me
Can’t see the weakness
Can’t see the little girl still searching for her freedom
I’m not ready yet
I’ve been pushed into the world
Experienced that real  life pain
And just as joy starts to form inside of me there he is reaching out, offering everything I’ve been looking for, trying to offer nothing but the truth
Now what am I supposed to do when something is still saying gather all your energy
Run with all of your heart
It’s too good to be true
You’ve been warned from the start
Maybe there will come another time, another place, where we’ll meet up again and I’ll be ready to start the journey to us

1 comment :

  1. Erykah Badu does inspire poetry her music is so poetic. I love this poem so true and real...on so many diffrent levels!