And Then They Were Gay

All the hearts out there worth loving are gay.
FUCKING GAY.
What good is that going to do me when I want babies someday?
Or they're too badass to want a goodass and
I don't pass the class because my hair isn't black
And I haven't inked up with the rest of the needle fad...
Don't get me wrong I'm not mad, just tired
Of trying and being passed up
Or being not good enough
Or being too rough around the edges
Too round in the smidges
Too square for the floosies
Too clean for the druggies
Too sharp for the muggies
Too happy for the depressed
Too 'up-there' for the oppressed
Too random for the poetic
Too 'religious' for the 'fanatic'
And YES every one of those were a man that burned me
Or left me or ditched me or psyched me or faked me
But to quote a good black woman's spells
"I'm not bitter, I'm just MAD AS HELL."

(c) Christy Pendergrass

I'm In A Towel

I'm in a towel.
I'm in a towel and I need to cover up the window.
I'm fourteen years old,
In a towel,
In front of the window,
And I know that boy next door can see me.
My mom's voice in my head:
"Cover up the window, this isn't right,
Boys don't see girls without clothes..."
Unless he's that guy you brought home last night.
Whoops.
Dropped the towel.
Just now,
I realized I like me
I like me in a towel
And out of a towel
And naked in front of my window.

(c) Christy Pendergrass