Tuesday, December 15, 2009


him is my breathing poem
my prose in real time
the one who stands up on command
falls back into my shine

him who told me to not budge
when professors questioned my intelligence
rubbed my pulsating cranium
strummed sexiness over a plate of theoretical madness

him gave me his last dime to catch the train
worked overtime so i could stay on my phd track
i feel his love, he feels my pain
him got my flank, front and back

him with his vocational pedigree
illusionary genius
well traveled, well read, underestimated
pharoah god-king

him, i say his name

with love ecosoulintellectual (baby, we completed one more semester)

3 ish talking intellectuals holla at a sista:

Reggie said...

Very nice...

Goddess Intellect said...

Thanks for making me cry..this was sweet.

Cassandra Bromfield's Blogs said...

wonderful tribute to him.