the EVOLUTION: desire the Streetcar

In writing a character such as Tara Kelly I drew aspects of her from many of the females that I know. That list includes ex-girlfriends, friends, acquaintances, random females, one time encounters, and those young women I count as closer than close. By way of an example:

1. One of my closest friends, Janae was the inspiration behind the marvelous singing voice has. Having heard her sing after alternate time of hearing her sing in a mock offkey way over the phone, actually hearing her actual talent made me include that detail to Tara.


2. Another friend, Angelica, is the reason behind the eyes that Tara has. Numerous times I have said that she has nice eyes, a kind of hazel-light brown deal. Her eye stand out to me so when I wrote Tara I had to give her an eye color that stood out similarly to Angelica's. This is why Tara is the ONLY character (exception being her daughters) with that eye color.


3. A lot if not most of my female friends have a measure of beauty and sex appeal so more likely than not, if you're a female friend of mine some of you went into Tara's inception.

With her I deemed that she should start out as a less than popular character in her beginnings. So I put her in as a temptation to Lucius Black and essentially a rival with Aisha Washington for Lucius' affection. As the story progresses we will see how this triangle plays out. For now, on to her original introduction.









Immaculate Solo
(As promised Lucius Black and Maxwell Riley conduct interviews for new people to work at Dirtyfoot’s, with the result of the club being busy for a large part of the day. For the largest part of the day the two partners are wholly unimpressed. All that changes as four people walk into Dirtyfoot’s.)

Lucius-(without looking up) Name?

Man-Quinton G. Ziegler…but everyone calls me GQ.

Riley- Forgive us if we don’t join the masses. Now what exactly is your talent?

Quinton-I’m glad you asked.

(At that he pulls a beautiful black and gold electric guitar from its case and plugs in the amp; still, despite the beauty of the guitar, they still seem unimpressed.)

Lucius-So your talent is showmanship?

Riley-(to Lucius) Or better yet guitar removal.

(Both start laughing until Quinton starts to play an amazing rendition of Seals and Crofts’ “Summer Breeze” during which he makes his guitar wail and whine as well as the two musicians who first played it. Lucius and Riley are floored by his talent but their faces don’t show it; for a moment, Quinton looks crestfallen.)

Riley-GQ, is it?

Quinton-Yes, sir.

Riley-You start on Monday. Go talk to the music coordinator Torian Kennedy. He will give you your schedule.

Lucius-Thank you and welcome to Dirtyfoot’s. Next?

(The next is also a male but this one in particular has a cocky swagger and a smug look to match; both Lucius and Riley regard him with a small degree of dislike.)

Riley-Name?

Man-Trenton Masters.

Lucius -Why does your name sound familiar?

Trenton-You might know my half-sister, Donna. She recommended that I come here and audition.

Riley-Donna’s your sister? Okay, I trust her judgment as far as talent but the real question is what kind of talent are we talking about?

Trenton-Give me a beat.

Lucius-GQ, come here.

Quinton-Yes, Mr. Black?

Lucius-Play “Summer Breeze” on your guitar for me, please. Loop the chorus.

Quinton-Gotcha, boss.

(GQ plays the requested song and Trent begins to string words together in a albeit brief but effective tapestry.)

Trenton-Madly I run to the summers so hot and bothered with kisses, insanity
Lost are the foolish autumn notions and winter thoughts of my vanity
All I need now more than oxygen needs fire and versa vice
One season seasoned with the summer breeze may just suffice
Moreover maybe, baby I need you like heartless needs unkind
Summer breeze makes me feels fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Riley-I see talent runs in the family.

Trenton-Thanks, sir.

Lucius-You’re in. You start on Monday. Get some of your stuff together. I want it on point for Monday night.

Trenton-It will be. I won’t disappoint.

Riley-We’re sure of that. Next?

(The next person to enter is a young woman who has a soft type of beauty that seems to be rare these days; with that beauty is a certain familiarity. A few heads turns as she walks and stands in front of the two partners.)

Lucius-How old are you?

Woman-I’m nineteen years old.

Riley-Okay, name?

Woman-Kelly Lauren McCloud.

Lucius-Say again?

Kelly-Kelly Lauren McCloud.

Riley-You look oddly familiar…why do you look oddly familiar?

Kelly -Well, people say I look like my brother…he’s dead though.

Riley-How did he die?

Kelly-Killed last year in Hollyville by one Charles Williams.

Riley-(aside) She means Vegas. (to Kelly) That means your Douglas McCloud’s sister?!?

Kelly-Yes, sir, Mr. Riley. Incidentally enough how‘re Veronica and the baby? Tell her I said hello.

Riley-Great and I will.

Lucius-What’s your talent?

Kelly -I sing.

Lucius-Sing a little something.

(And she sings in a voice that sounds like it should not rightly belong to her; it is beautiful and mournful all at the same time. Both partners try hard to hid the tears in their eyes.)

Both -You’re hired

Kelly-Thanks, guys. I didn’t think I had the talent to work here.

(She walks off leaving the surrounding listeners in awe. Lucius speaks first after she walks off.)

Lucius-Modest one, isn’t she?

Riley-Truly that. Next?

(Upon utterance of these words the next potential walks in and heads of turn as she does so. The young woman who walks into Dirtyfoot’s seems to fill the place with a beauty that was absolute and blinding. Both partners look at her but with different thoughts in mind.)

Riley-(aside) Someone that beautiful means trouble.

Lucius-(aside) Wow…she’s absolutely beautiful.

(Riley is the first to regain his faculties having not first lost them and begins with the interview.)

Riley-Name, please.

Woman-Tara Kelly.

Lucius-Little Tara?!? Wow, you grew up…well.

Tara-(laughs)Thank you, Lucius.

Riley-Growing up aside, what is your talent, Miss Kelly?

Tara-I can sing. Listen to this.

(And in that moment all the heads that had previously snapped back into place after the curvaceous form of Tara Kelly jerk again as she sings her heart out and melts every male there as if a hot knife going through butter.)

Both-You’re hired.

Tara-(laughs) Thank you both for this opportunity….I can’t wait to tell Dana.

Riley-Before you do we need to meet with you and introduce you to the staff. Hang back for like five minutes.

Tara -Yes, sir.

(Tara walks off and necks break and crane in her wake similarly to her entrance; after her departure the two owners converse.)

Riley-I think we made some good choices today, Lucius.

Lucius-Me, too..especially Tara.

Riley-(sighs) As talented as she is she is too beautiful to not cause drama. I think we need to sever ties as soon as possible or watch her closely.

Lucius-We cannot just fire someone because they happen to be beautiful and over an unfounded suspicion, Max.

Riley-Nor can we keep her around because she has a perfect shape and a round ass, Lucius. We’re running a business not directing a rap video.

Lucius-If you, if we can give Douglas McCloud the benefit of the doubt we can give her a chance, Max.

Riley-Okay but the minute a line is crossed that’s it.

Lucius-Agreed.

(But as the two partners shake hands and agree their minds do not.)

Male VO
Into the mind of Maxwell Riley

Verse One
(spoken)
Trust unknown beauty seems to be foolish for genius society
All other sexually punch drunk as one remains the only one with a measure of sobriety
So as lupine teeth in male mouths hound the curves of her body form fantastic
It is left to the pragmatist to see in the flesh the values of the plastic
Neither doubts nor can it be refuted that she is glorious in temporal physical notions
The fear is that all will be susceptible to her love lust potions
But this is not said for everyone for these concerns are not regards dearly for them
My partner, brother, and friend-these worries are all to him
Those eyes glowed red and for brief moment temptress eyes flashed green
The sheer oddest and strangest thing these ocular muscles have ever seen
But maybe all this is unfounded; maybe he is smart enough and already knows
Yet even now so falls he deeper into chords sensual sweet of the immaculate solo

Chorus
This be the immaculate solo
As man’s sinful nature hopes for a yes when all of her screams no
What will a friend do as he sees comrades dance to the sultry tune?
Unaware even that it will spell his doom just that soon

Male VO
Into the mind of Lucius Black

Verse Two
(spoken)
Time and times made a little girl into a goddess in human guise and I cannot help but stare
Despite and consider the fact that I have unto myself a chanteuse solitaire
Even as that lives in my heart as a talisman to keep the stray dog in me to stray into unknown territories
The dog in me longs to wolf stalk goddess steps into a temptation story
Maybe this brother shaking hand is more correct in this situation than I could hope to ever be
But eyes entrance upon first sight so all else falls into lust at what they first see
Hunger for something beyond the realm of dinner, ravenous and gluttonous for her perfect skin
Never will this appetite of its type be satisfied until all of his touches this queen among women
No, there is love already set out for me, flawless diamond emotion that give life lights
Yes, just once though, all solo single needs solitaire is just one night
To dance with the devil in pale moonlights and taste flames of her body flavors
Yet this is the one thing, one solo that I cannot savor

Chorus

(And the thoughts that are all their own are put aside as the two partners stand before their staff, new and old alike, and talk to them.)

Riley-To those people who worked here before: it's good to have you here; to those new employees, welcome. As you may or may not already know my name is Maxwell Riley and (pointing in the direction of Lucius)this is my partner Lucius Black. We are the new co-owners of Dirtyfoot's. We have basically the same rules as our predecessor R. Tobias Slade, Sr.; his rule was simple: come here to work and leave all your drama at home. Everyone...is that understood?

(All present murmur assent; satisfied, Riley nods his head at Lucius so that he can say his piece.)

Lucius-(to Riley) Thank you, Max. (to everyone) Let me introduce the staff to you. This is Trevor Walker, or T.J. as we call him, our trusted advisor/stage manager/ janitor.

Quinton-Janitor?

T.J.-Place has gotta be clean, son.

(All chuckle.)

Lucius-Our musical coordinator Torian Kennedy, bartender/performer Willie Leroy, resident artist/occasional performer Jonathan Riley, poet Donna Graham, performer Joe Black, waitresses/performers Dana Kelly and Toni Casey, emcee Jamal Bonner, or Boney J.

(As their name is called each person stands up to acknowledge Lucius's introduction.)

Lucius-And finally performers Aisha Washington and Lena Jones. All these people make up the unique fabric that is Dirtyfoot's. Everyone has a dream, something that they want. (points to stage) This stage, this place is the first step. I don't expect anyone to stay here forever because this place is a launching ground for whatever desires and fantasies we have. I said it before and I'll say it again: Dirtyfoot’s is the best place for each of us to find what is we really want. I hope your tenure here helps you find that. See you all on Monday.

(All clap and disperse; Tara looks back and winks at Lucius who smiles and thinks those thoughts again. But someone speaking to him tears him away.)

the EVOLUTION: fort of minors

My greatest work to date is the Dirtyfoot's saga. Heavily based on my life and my experiences I needed the characters to be as real as possible. So far I think I have been fairly successful on that front. And with any story whether in print, on screen, or on stage there are always stand out characters. If you know me you know that I'm pretty humble. It is for that reason that the character that carries my namesake and a lot of my characteristics was written expressly not to be a breakout character. The good part about a series of with the sheer size of this one you're left with A LOT of stand out characters. In my opinion here are a few:

• Joe Black:former criminal and the brother of Lucius Black.


• Kenyah Black: the daughter of Joe and Carina black; heroic Hollyville PD who grapples with the wages of consuming passion.


• David Jericho: the deadly and vicious ex-detective of the Hollyville PD who was no stranger to obsession, having fully accepted it.


• Dana Kelly: the sweet, young woman who is pursued intently by best friend Jonathan Riley.


• Jonathan Riley:the lovesick painter who chases his childhood crush Dana Kelly through calamity, ruin, and eventually marriage.

Yet of ALL these characters ther is one that I like most of all because of her evolution throughout the story.






Tara Kelly: the beautiful, green-eyed siren who slowly transforms from a shallow, self absorbed young woman to a caring, compassionate woman.

At first her initial appearance was in Dirtyfoot's @fter dark but I recently wrote a prequel (Le Dirty Clizze) to address any loose ends I let hang. In it she is introduced and described, merely as a minor character and a set piece, merely there to progress the story along. Here is where it begins. Enjoy.


Of No Comforting
Woman-So where is she?

(A query hangs in the air, a query posed by a female voice. The young woman to whom the voice belongs is beautiful, so beautiful that she is nearly unapproachable. She was shapely with full lips and long hair, her skin the color of a filter upon a cigarette. Of all the features her eyes were most entrancing. They were of a brilliant green unlike any in her family. At this moment those eyes stared across the room. Tara Kelly, Dana’s younger sister, waits a few moments longer for her answer then a male voice answers.)

Man-According to her, she’s in Aspen.

(Eric Kelly, or E.J., looked more like Dana than his younger sister did. Both shared the very same caramel complexion as well as the same eyes. The major difference between the two being that Eric exuded wisdom as opposed to Dana’s comforting warmth. Other differences were negligible such as age, height, and gender. Eric is adjusting his tie when Tara speaks again.)

Tara-Dana picked a hell of a time to go on vacation.

E.J.-Apparently it was Vegas’ idea. (looks at Tara, points to tie) Is my tie straight?

Tara-(looks at tie) It is. So how long is she gonna be gone for?

E.J.-A couple weeks. (looks at tie) Are you sure my tie is straight?

Tara-(sighs, rolls eyes) Positive, E.J. I wonder how her little painter is gonna take her absence at his father’s funeral.

E.J.-Hard to say, really. (grabs keys) Ok…let’s go.

Tara-Hold on. (turns around in a circle) What do you think of my dress?

E.J.-(looks at her, frowns) It’s too tight and too short…especially for a funeral.

Tara-Hmmm…perfect then.

E.J.-I don’t feel like the usual argument so let’s just go.

(Brother and sister get into the car and start the slow trip to Trinity Church. Per what was expected of a funeral there were somber faces and tears falling amid the crowd. E.J. and Tara make their way through the mass of humanity in an attempt to enter the church. On their trek to the entrance both run into a wholly unwelcomed face-Jonathan. The painter looks red eyed, almost as if he had cried for days. Tara hugs the mournful artist tightly, speaking kind words as he reciprocates the embrace.)

Tara-Sorry about your dad, Jonathan.

Jonathan-Thank you, Tara… (lets go, shakes E.J.’s hand) I appreciate you both being here.

E.J.-Not a problem, Jonathan.

Tara-Glad we could be here for you.

Jonathan-(looks around) Is Dana here?

Tara-(uncomfortably) Ummm…she’s…

E.J.-She’s in Aspen with Vegas.

Jonathan-(blankly) Oh. Excuse me, guys.

Tara-No problem.

(Jonathan walks off from the two Kellys, leaving Tara to look hard at E.J. and punch his arm. He
looks at her, affronted.)

E.J.-(rubs arm, looks at Tara) Ouch. What was that for?

Tara-Why would you tell him that?

E.J.-Being direct is preferable to stuttering and beating around the bush, Katara.

Tara-A younger version of Daddy if ever there was one.

(The two enter the church and find a seat near the front as people filter into the sanctuary. Elsewhere Jonathan stands before a bathroom mirror, sighing and wondering over the woman he has always thought of.)

Verse One
Grand houri
Shall sweet elation ever comfort?
To ease away pauper sorrows
As likewise lonely wretch
Has done in every moment
Even second
Since eyes were blessed
In taking on such glory
Or will continue the standard
Of no comforting to be had

Jonathan-Just maybe once.

Verse Two
Beloved muse
Will loving ecstasy ever console?
The falling of tears evermore
Similar to same such consolation
Always given
Surely shared
Since heart beat in rhythm
To the count of perfect soul
Or will remain the status quo
Of no comforting to be had

Jonathan-Maybe just the once.

(Lost in his thoughts for a moment he scarcely notices Maxwell until he yells at him, the effect jarring him back to reality.)

Riley-Jonathan!!

Jonathan-Huh? Oh, hey Max.

Riley-They’re about to start. Mom set me to come get you.

Jonathan-OK…(sighs) let’s go.

Lieu & Lu: The Inspiration

Lieu





Lu






You



First things first before we go any farther...

I AM A FATALE !NK LOYALIST




The one thing that I do more than write is read. I read everything from the Bible to the blogs. In regards to the blogs there are only a few blogs that I actually read religiously. One (or rather two) that I read with great consistency is written by the young lady that you probably saw at the top of this note. Miss Lieu Fatale was introduced to me by a friend (it was either Cam or Santos, I can't remember anymore) and since we've been pretty tight despite the fact that we've never met face to face. Despite that I read her two blogs (Lieu's Brew and Fatale !nk) for a good minute. Based on good music, fashion, reviews, features, current happenings in the entertainment realm, and undiscovered artists it's a damn good blog. The blog (more Lieu's Brew than Fatale !nk) deals with depth and certain thoughts and lessons. The most recent post I've read on both sights have been the mass of folks who are just spinning their wheels and aren't accomplishing a damn thing but a bunch of conversation. That was the catalyst.

Life inspires me (if haven't caught that yet, I'm telling you now). Her words gave me an idea when I was going through a period of rewrites and what became of it was something I really liked. Ladies and gentlemen, "The Syndrome" .




The Syndrome
(The stage is alight as the crowd enjoys the looks and the sounds of Dana Kelly. As she sings her heart out on the stage Darkcrowft slips into the club and looks to be heading toward the table where Slade sits. He holds up one finger to signify that he’ll be right with him. Slade orders his usual drink and Darkcrowft sits at a table with Joe. Not surprisingly Joe’s response to this is less than stellar.)

Joe-Oh my God. What do you want, Darkcrowft?

Darkcrowft-Just to talk to you for a moment. I have to explain something.

Joe-OK. (offers seat) Sit down.

Darkcrowft-Thanks. (sits down) I understand that you have a few grievances with me.

Joe-A few.

Darkcrowft-And you’re never quiet about voicing these things you don’t like about me. But I’d like to make a confession.

Joe-(raises eyebrow) Oh?

Darkcrowft-I think you’re a young man who’s chock full of potential. And I think the reason I don’t you like you or particularly respect you as a person is the fact that you’re so much like Darin-a talented soul who chooses to abuse that talent.

Joe-(angrily) I’m nothing like Darin Black.

Darkcrowft-You are. Instead of using your considerable charm and your ability to put words together for your personal greatness you once deemed it necessary to cast your lot in with your uncle. He, like you, chose to squander talent to become a criminal.

Joe-(wrinkles face) And you’re telling me this because?

Darkcrowft-I don’t want you to have done nothing your whole life…and one day wake up one day, knowing that you are old and used up. And you have done nothing with your life. You should have a life full of regrets and triumphs. You already have a few regrets, I’m sure.

Joe-I do.

Darkcrowft-Good. An empty life is a syndrome no one should have to suffer.


Intro
Slum sickness coursing through
The veined artery into actions unexplained
Contortions among the portions
Thinking thoughts throughout the brain
Ill fated fortunes must have
Brought about the condition
Now only to find a way
To send insanity into remission

Verse One
The wasted days wait in numbers
Counted against the bones of men
Who see life as merest stumbles
That feet clumsy trip into again and again
To the next fail
And set sail
For ports of ideals in stale
No ventures to a glorious home
For champions, not those of the syndrome

Chorus
The season of the sickness
Infect the witness
None dismiss this
Backwards hustles in the gloaming
Dying watch ones above the syndrome sing

Verse Two
Lost opportunity without direction wander
Through veins of man alive
As some negatively ponder
Against the beautiful strive
In jaded eyes
So despise
The meteoric rise
Of the talented souls breaking the dome
To achieve successes and shake off the syndrome

Chorus

Intro

Verse Three
Moments slip away into disappear
From the blood of the living sort
Some have made it crystal clear
That the plan is to abort
Stupid sentiment
Life irrelevant
Nothing for the descendant
After gone to that place of Jesus tome
Here lies another killed by the syndrome

Chorus

Intro

Chorus

Darkcrowft-I'll get this round. Enjoy…and think about what I said.

Joe-OK…and thank you.

(Darkcrowft places a crisp twenty dollar bill on the table and makes his way towards Slade. In his sitting Joe seems not to notice the music playing or the person on the stage who is allowing their voice to collude with it. So focused on the words left heavy on his spirit he barely notices Vegas enter with a woman who isn’t Dana. Most unfortunately Dana notices them as they sit down.)


PS-You need to check out these blogs, kids:
lieusbrew.com
fataleink.com
lbkluciusblack.blogspot.com



Do it.

The Glorious M.O.M.

My job as a mother...I will defend that come hell or high water.
-Deadira Brents

To date there is one job that is truly the world's older profession-being a mother. No task (short of hanging on a cross and dying for the world's sins) is as daunting and sometimes as thankless as being a mother. Surely some would argue that being a mother isn't a job due to the fact there isn't a salary for it. I'd disagree. Most times I watch my mother doing everything she does, all she sacrifices and I am truly grateful for it. Upon further I realize that not only is motherhood a job it's an inspiration, a full contact sport, a work of art, a blessing, a cross to bear that shows the character of a woman, and many more things. In light of that, in light of all the mothers I dedicate this note to you. I will only tag five or six mothers in this note but know that this is something for all of you. And to any others who read this, share it with your mother as Mother's Day approaches and show her how much she truly means to you.


Maternal Ode

Verse One
In the greatest gift a woman rises above any doubts ever born within
Doubts seem luxury that future matriarch is not to enjoy again
Borrow Sampson strength the task to be at hand
For the life to come does not ask but more so demands
So cry every tear now because there will be little room to weep
For that bundled joy cries now that mother put the wails to sleep
Be more than ever for the moment calls you to
Born in instinct so worry not, you will know what to do
Sleepless nights coming but more happiness with the insomnia days
The giggles and smiles will make all worth in its ways
The first born is the greatest joy but a challenge all the same
So much pride but such stress from calling that name
Watch daughter grow or watch son thrive under your watchful eye
Give confidence and values to them, teach the when and why
But that is a far off thing as the second generation grows within womb of she
Someday soon she will be the next great woman to fulfill the destiny

Lucius-Okay, baby…breathe. Breathe, Aisha.

Aisha-(breathless, angry) Shut up, Lucius…how about you have these damn babies?

Lucius-It’s gonna be okay, love…

Aisha-(yelling) SHUT UP!!! DRUGS!!! GIVE ME DRUGS!!!

(From the room beyond the delivery room, Joe and Kelly, along with Deborah, Sarah, and Aisha’s parents hear the screams of Aisha. Joe, in typical style, tries to lighten the mood.)

Joe-(whispers to Kelly) I guess she wants drugs…

Kelly-I never would have guessed that from the screams. (looks at Deborah) Your mother and Aisha’s parents are so calm…

Joe-They’ve been here before…this kind of thing doesn’t really make them as nervous as it’s making us…

Kelly-…or Lucius for that matter. His first child…

Joe-Our first nieces or nephews… or niece and nephew.

(The screams and yells from the delivery room last for hours on end until some time in the morning, as the sun begins to rise the yells are replaced by the sounds of crying. Deborah, being the only one still awake, wakes everyone.)

Deborah-That’s our cue…

(The family walks in to see husband and wife transformed into mother and father, each holding a small quietly cooing baby. Joe looks at the two newborns and smirks slightly.)

Joe-Hard to believe that someone as ugly as you could make a cute kid, Lucius…I guess Aisha’s genes won out.

(The room at large at laughs as Lucius smiles slightly and talks to the son her he holds in his arms.)

Lucius-(to his son) And that is your Uncle Joe…

Kelly-(looking at her niece) So what are their names?

Aisha-(to Kelly) This is your niece Saalayah Janae Black…

(The parents look at his granddaughter with love and affection as Lucius introduces his son to the family that will be his as he grows.)

Lucius-(to Deborah) And this is your grandson, Lucian Robert Black.

Kelly-Lucian and Saalayah…I like it. (to Lucian) Hey cutie…I’m your aunt Kelly.

(And the family looks on as the newest additions to their family look up at them, their small faces lost in quizzical wonder.)

BETTY

The streets always been my daddy
And mommy is the county jail
I'm a soldier and I'm about my mail
If I get busted I'm not about to tell
Because I'm a gangster
The streets always been my daddy
And mommy is the county jail
I'm a solider and I'm about my mail
I ain't trying to do right because I'm already living in hell
Because I'm a gangster
-"Soldier Story", Artist: Scarface feat. Z-Ro and The Product, ALBUM: Emeritus (2008)

Words are beautiful...



Beautiful because they are open to many interpretations.



The song that was quoted is one of my favorites. Well put together song with lyrics that seemed to come from a place close to each rapper's heart and a slow contemplative melody. What really stands out to me in this song is the chorus, sung by Texas rapper Z-Ro (Trae's cousin). I first interpreted as a statement of the things that were standard of the place where they grew up. Recently I've heard it and it sounds like a cry of someone who feel stuck in what is status quo in that particular area. This put me in mind of a piece I had written called "Harlequin Be Harlot" which a young woman ends up trapped in a role her mother had been known for and how it shapes her. Hope you enjoy this one.








(Big booty Betty
Givin’ out all her spaghetti)

At the feet of aging whore
Learning ways to weaken boys and men
Pure young woman birthed
Off a random encounter
Of the third kind
Third time together, those two
When customers bail out from duty
So little lady grew in moaning shadows
Hiding by doors hearing squeaky mattresses
Worn in constant use, again and again
Dollars add as the numbers do same ways
When their flow is constant
After twenty-fours and sevens
Never there dear mama
Back arching labor easing the apparent pain
Doing nothing for girl child lonely
Resentment thrived in solo soul
Hating the very essence of maternal exist
Vowing to be better, to transcend reputation of
That slut of a mother, people say
Yet trying the words hold down dreams
The surrounding crabs pulling down dearest
Only good on backs, like momma
Until it engrained like harsh reality
And sweet girl looked to follow in footsteps
On the same stroll worked by birth giver
Until age of innocence died earlier than hoped
There at twelve when harlequin be harlot

(Big booty Betty
Givin’ out all her spaghetti)

Grew into a body of Godiva
Smooth and tasty perfect except for
The habit inherited
Perfect sways at hips, ass
Stole many in the teeming halls
Of high school without any musical
Modern Helen
Bringing the destructions of Troy
And Marcus, even Michael
A whispering eye
Ruining city-states often
As with goddess protectorate
In a repetitive process
Surpassing mommy’s numbers
Preserving the legacy
Of best laid plans
Temple defiled by those
Allowed usurpers
Called Babylon by many Nebuchadnezzar
Until modern day when eyes glanced
The last decent sort remaining
Hoping to steal virtue as many before
And add man to the body count
Letting another enter deep for the murder
But differently not for pleasure or even to just see
Surely boy piques interest to point of liking
Ye this is meant to kill aurora, sweet Aurora
Cold planned spite, plainly simple

(Big booty Betty
Givin’ out all her spaghetti)