MY AFFAIR WITH POETRY





IT TOOK COURAGE TO EVEN WALK THROUGH THE DOOR LET ALONE GET UP THERE AND SPEAK



SO I SAT IN THE BACK OF THE ROOM HOPING TO JUST NOT EVEN BE SEEN



THE ROOM GOT DIM AS I LISTENED TO THE VERY FIRST WORDS AND MY HEART STARTED TO RACE



LOOK AT HIM HE IS SOOO CONFIDENT AND HE SPOTTED ME IN THE BACK OF THE ROOM AS IF TO SAY I CAN READ YOUR MIND AND THE ANSWERE IS YES



YES I AM THE ONE THAT YOU NEED AND WANT



YES I WOULD LOVE TO CLEAR OFF ONE OF THESE TABLES AND FORGET THAT EVERYONE IS IN THIS ROOM



SHIT NOTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD MATTERED AT THAT TIME

NOT MY NON EXISTENT RELATIONSHIP WITH SOME NIGGAS THAT TRIES TO CONVINCE ME THAT HIS CELL PHONE IS THE ONLY ONE THAT DOESN’T HAVE SERVICE FRIDAY THRU SUNDAY



NOTHING MATTERED BECAUSE



I THINK I JUST HAD AN AFFAIR WITH POETRY



LOOK AT HIM HE IS SOOO SEXY I THINK HE IS SAYING SOMETHING ABOUT HIS KIDS AND DOING VOLUNTEER WORK AND I MAYBE HEARD SOMETHING ABOUT OBAMA



BUT I COULDN’T GET OUR ENCOUNTER OFF OF MY MIND

IT ONLY HAPPENS ONCE A WEEK

AND WITH POETRY EACH TIME IS DIFFERENT



I FEEL EMPOWERED WHEN IM WITH POETRY I FEEL LOVED I FEEL EMBODIED I FEEL SEXY



I LOVE THE SUSPENSE OF WHAT HE IS GOING TO SAY NEXT

I HAVE TO WRITE THIS DOWN TODAY IS MONDAY MARCH 9, 2009

DEAR DIARY LAST WEEK I HAD AN AFFAIR WITH POETRY………………………