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"cuzalligotisthispoetry"~N'Kyenge Ayanna

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Black Bird

I am bloodied knees on pavement black
give it back
I want it all back
sidewalk chalking my visions
no more pastels
no more minstrels
show me the door baby
open this hot damned window
I'm ready to fly.

N'Kyenge Ayanna Brown 82515

Monday, July 27, 2015


Honestly, who even knows if this is still your name
and what is the significance of a name anyway when you
are considerably soul tied as you and I have been, since forever

I have no comprehension why you chase my thoughts, why you
appear in dreams and disappear for years leaving me endlessly burning
bridges I was too afraid to cross in the first damned place but we are not we
any longer. We are every bit of strangers, colorless and unknowing

However, I am certain that our lips still fit, what I mean to say is that you were my teacher
my eyes closed and every since I've been repeating that moment, writing it in love songs,
poems and term papers accidentally because that kind of love is epic and I ain't seen it since

I have not seen or known love that stretches limbs and leaps bounds like that and it
causes me to palm my chest, forget my breath, forget my line breaks and punctuation
and daydream about not what isn't but what could be and I'm not saying it has to be with
you Carlito, but what I am saying in this informal sort of way is that if I could love the way

I loved you again, and the way you loved me when you were my teacher and my friend and we
lost it all over the nonsense, the white and brown girls, the pimp who took it then stole it and age and miseducation, the whole lot of it, you know the bullcrap, the distance that became the end

When we never talk, chat, photograph or anything that memories treasure , yet you
keep allowing your soul to come for me, to come to me and why is that Carlito is my question because I am apologetically certain that I cannot ever unlove you, even if that is no longer your name
even if you've forgotten me, we and us. There is no reservation, just a table full of name cards.

N'Kyenge Ayanna

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

With Love,

I am a house, a museum even
spread and echoing, I am buttery
rashed thighs from knocked knees
trees smoked too frequently
blackened lips that used too kiss with
tongue lies, so filthy
so untrue
so inexplicably you.

N'Kyenge Ayanna fourohnine

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

From the bottom to the top.

 1.He saw her, a caramel colored girl in Australia by way of Brazil, accented portuguese lips, every word spoken, a lovesong. 2. She ended her phone conversation as the doors sealed. 3.They both pushed the button at the same time, all the while he smiled in silence, repeatedly rubbing his left eye.4. He did this when he was nervous or excited. 5. He was currently both. 6. She fingered through her thick locks, shifting them to the right side cascading down her shoulder and exposing the left side of her neck, she too smiled, gently. 7. Her perfume, unrecognizable but reaching his nostrils tantalizing him like a samba. 8. Her scent was making him think things, allowing him to kaleidesope into a sensational tantrum. 9. He would not be shy. 10. He was bearded and didn't want to scratch her face but he craved the warmth of her mouth and knew he had to kiss her. 10. It wasn't that she was oblivious to the sudden heat between them. 11. She was however, cordially aroused. 12. The way his lips were perfect when he smiled, his beard perfectly carved around his olive skin. 13. His lips were medium full. 14. Her breasts tingled. 15. No, her ears began to pop and her belly dropped as they lifted higher. 16. She slid her left foot out of her leopard print flat exposing pink pedicured toes, using her foot to aid in the now intense itching in her leg she needed to scratch. 17. Squeezed. 18. Caress, now grab, soft touch. 19. His lips stick. 20. Her face scratched so good. 21. Disheveled, smeated and heavy breath. 22-25. Time is no more and there is only openess at the top. 26. Emergency stop button.

12:29 pm
buen provecho


He graffittied her
skin with his
lust love packed
tightly and long
bending over, under
plummeting across as
if she were a

N'Kyenge Ayanna Brown
tenohtwo am 51915

Monday, May 18, 2015


 I could never say when it began, if it
 was locked deep inside puddles of april
 rains left or
 that one day everything became overly white in Chicago
 and because of it,  anxious and
 irresponsibley never minding the flushed purple
 cheeks in the looking glass every single hurt is bleeding
 again, the whispers don't quiet and I become
 lost breath, almost dying each time.

N'Kyenge Ayanna

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Cheeky (Chee-KEE)

She never knew what cheeky meant
but now she knows it wasn't the obvious
and every mirror looking back is not a lie,
joke or an oxymoron . the looking glass is honest
and she carries the bones of her ancestors in her cheeks, high
up as if storing circles of cement, her cheekbones don't move
and how could they when she is oceans of women bones who only wanted to

N'KyengeAyannaBrown the 1st
May 12 2015
threefortytwo pm