POETIC VOICE, MY EMOTIONS ETC.

This poem (BREAKFAST) is actually my favorite....

Breakfast

When we chat,
we chat like lovers do...
but not
Close friends rather, no touching
...just dreaming it
In my dreams
I feel you inside of me
Waking up feeling guilty but angry
the dream is incomplete

We made love many times
....in my mind
I tossed and turned
and I felt EV-ERY-THING

Then your words struck and we'd spin
Both of us in separate fantasies
Not wanting to let those feelings swim
or surface
Because that would change
...EV-ERY-THING

So we hold back
I know what you're thinking
And you know my heart
Drinking and smiling Contently
Not letting desire float to the surface

© Kamah Alicia Scott, 2005
  (all rights reserved)

 VOCALS BY KAMAH ALICIA SCOTT 2008                          

I LOVE ME BETTER THAN THAT

THOSE WERE THE WORDS THAT SHE SPAT

INTO THE AUDIENCE, WITH RHYTMIC MELODIES

TRYING TO CHANGE THE WOMAN INSIDE OF ME

 I LOVE ME BETTER THAN THAT

SHIRLEY MURDOCK PURGED THOSE VOCALS

IF THERE WAS JUST ONE WOMAN HOPEFUL

IT WAS ME

I LOVE ME BETTER THAN THAT

THE WORDS CARVED OUT ANY EXCUSES

THE LIES THAT I KNEW BUT REFUSED WHAT WAS CONCLUSIVE

I LOVE ME BETTER THAN THAT

FREEDOM CAME WITH IT AND MY FEET BEGAN TO TAP

AS MY FINGERS TINGLED AND MY PALMS CLAPPED

I LOVE ME BETTER THAN THAT

A CHANGE IS NOT YET TO COME

A CHANGE BEGAN WITH ONE

THAT VERSE THAT SANG TO MY HEART

REPEATING IT THIS TIME AND ALLOWING A BRAND NEW START

I LOVE ME BETTER THAN THAT

 Not A Love Story (c) Kamah Alicia Scott, 2007

(all rights reserved)

Abused abandoned all I know is mistrust

Raped more than once

Timbaland boot to the gut

W.A.S., Was pregnant

Miscarraige pain made me bleed and throw up.

You think you want to know about me

Decide who I am because of what you see

Beauty is nothng when you never knew love

Broken glass to the head

Almost drowned in the tub

Depression tears pain

If I’m good he’ll be a man

No such luck

Suicide the next thing?

But How will my baby grow up?

Push back memories

But sometimes they come up

Lonely angry, because I never knew love.

More than Window Shopping

He went down town
shopping down my lane
with department stores selling fur on both sides of my sidewalks
he fell in face first
his nose hit the curb
his tongue spitting out splashing in puddles
it was raining this night
he pushed his broom
down, deep, bumping against
but not scratching himself
feeling the soft slippery wall
sniffing, tasting
(c) Kamah-Alicia Scott 2004