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"cuzalligotisthispoetry"~N'Kyenge Ayanna

Thursday, November 20, 2014

I can't title you.

Love pushes
me into fits of
rage.
Circles dance under skin
panting angry love
waters spilling entirely
into my conscious
I can't, anymore.

N'Kyenge Ayanna
20noviembre2014
11:36pm

Monday, February 24, 2014

No Country of Uterus

The woman at the bus stop has a contracting uterus
she forgot to be impregnated so she waits for the bus
The woman at the corner has chocolate milk, it is
staining her white vneck t-shirt.
The woman at the corner with the titty-milk stains is
holding a just got here baby.
The baby cries in the arms of the woman on the corner with the chocolate milk titties.
 The woman at the bus stop folds over.
The woman at the bus stop has a contracting uterus
she is alone in the world, she is allergic to cats.
The woman at the bus stop is a human rocking chair.
Her life is back and forth, all the time back and forth and every
day back and forth.
The woman at the bus stop pledges allegiance to her uterus, since it
won't stop jumping, won't stop dancing and shaking.
You are no country of Uterus god damnit, you are no country of uter us!

N'Kyenge Ayanna eleven twenty 22414

Friday, February 14, 2014

Please don't let me die on Valentines Day!

it would be ridiculous really
to be found affectionately dead
to have come to your loved one
with roses, chocolates and a fresh new pair of
converse sneakers only to find her affections silemt
as whispers of love fill her face and kisses smother her cheeks
 she remains
stretched out
as if set in a scene, her
lips, toes and fingers painted red
still
her body lies cold, cold and colder
with the scent of Dolce y Gabanna Light Blue
permeating from her neck
somehow.

N'Kyenge Ayanna seveninthemorning twofourteenoffourteen iwrotethisinthedark

Friday, February 7, 2014

Too Much

I am dying of an old woman´s disease and I never even got the chance to become old.
My sexy slivered and sunk into cotton fields that nothing good happens in
no life, only pain. I cry alot.

I am dying of an old woman´s  disease and the shit hurts and I never got to finish being young and vibrant and in my prime colors.

I am yellow all the time.
I am blue mostly.
I am no longer red and
I am black only because we are all black when the lights go
out.

N´Kyenge Ayanna Brown tenten 2-7-14

Friday, January 24, 2014

Mostly

she sleeps, sideways even
slanted across space that isn't his
anymore
she is tshirt and pantied hot from humidity
no air , breathe slow
wooooh ooooooh
if you cry I will f'n kill you
she tears anyway
because what a waste of space to be
sideways and slanted in...
an empty room
where love lost.

 N'Kyenge Ayanna one twelve am

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

A POEM STORY CALLED THESIS


I am so sunshine right now, I am sunshine high, I am chocolate skin glistening from sunshine heavy hitting my soul. I am sunshine finishing this race of words. I am sunshine storying in the softest speaks...dear world, it's me, n'kyenge ayanna and i'm writing this for you. ~ N'Kyenge Ayanna

Monday, November 25, 2013

Chicago Black Line

It was like bass climbing the tracks
rushing us always
getting us high
getting us in the way of
madness the way life does and
love does
always back and forth
always up and down
always in and out and
thats what it was
thats how it is
I mean, rhythm can't help
itself when felt inside out
and I was the filth to his El.

N'Kyenge Ayanna Brown 122513 eightohthreepm