KHALILAH YASMIN©

“black girl lost” ©Khalilah Yasmin
http://khalilahyasmin.com

You look at me and assume I’m just a BLACK girl lost,
Judging me inaccurately, and the battles I’ve fought.

To you I’m a slave, you’re hoping I never break loose,
you attempt to bind me, mentally on your kerosene noose.

Well I’m not sitting on your scale to compare,
we are the same, you and I, though you treat me unfair.

You glare at me and call me Black girl lost,
you aim your gun and me you have shot.
Judging me and my reflection, when I see you in my eyes,
ALL built in HIS image, or are you Satan in disguise?

Realize, this, with full throttle and reality smack,
What makes ME a slave, when we BOTH ARE BLACK?

What makes you better than me, and assume that I’m lost,
I’ve got my compass, society’s insecurity seems to be your boss.

While you bash me, my choices, and the men that I date,
my accent, my friends, and the value of my fate.

Self hate, is what I see when I look to your soul,
you’re ignorance’s puppet, for you’re not in control…

of the things you say, believe, and the impact you don’t see you’re making,
you’re so blind to yourself, you don’t see that you’re mental mind is breaking…

Down, because you let your history write your future with disdain,
I refuse to be an imitation, I choose knowledge to instead gain.

While you lose, thinking you’ve won because you put me on your scale,
I’m broken from my chains, inside my mind is no hell.
You’re in jail, yet you call me Black Girl Lost who’s a slave,
I’m a QUEEN, I’m Found, and from my universe I will wave.

You want me to fall beneath you, and no longer hold my hands,
so I carry alone, falling free of your shackles and evil plans.

You look at me and think I’m better off like that,
Last time I checked BRO, we were both Black….

“Unicorn” © Khalilah~Yasmin

His name is “Temptation”; he wants me as his mistress,
he wants my scent to follow him & his boxers painted by my lipstick.

Temptation stands before me, and his red apple looks delicious,
he’s become my Genie,  and for me he’s promised a infinite wishes.
If only for my kisses and secret rendezvous of passion;
pretending untempted yet delight shivers imagining us thrashing.
Temptation; wrapped in a shiny package and topped with a bow,
I longed for your presence and now up you show.

Her name is “Beware”; for her eyes reveal she knows his plan,
She shakes my hand and knew before I did that I would crave her man.

Beware watches us with precise scorns in her deep brown eyes,
she pictures Temptation’s head between hers and then quenched thirst between MY thighs.
Beware imagines her and I sharing identical moments with Temptation,
She imagines if I were to fulfill him would he leave their situation?
Leaving her at home in solo masturbation?

PERHAPS>

Images of us naked together flash through the mind of Temptation,
Beware is aware, sees the same image, now also curious for a relation….

ship…with me …

For I am the Unicorn, Temptation wasn’t sure existed,
I’m in his memory as he foreshadows and psychically reminisces.

My name is “Forbidden”; for I am the fruit which stiffens his tree,
I beckon him by simply existing, TEMPTATION longs for me….
Forbidden and unaware he had room to feed an imagination,
as I now LUST for him too and EVERY “SIN-SATION”.

She wants to play with my apples, and also wants me as her mistress,
He wants my secret rendezvous and boxers painted with my lipstick.

Being the other woman, to a woman and a man,
infinitely playing with “Danger” in the palm of three hands.
Beware of Temptation and the Unicorn that’s Forbidden,
Fantasies become Nightmares when Agendas are Hidden…..  

Sweet dreams….

“Tantric” © Khalilah-Yasmin

Enamored with his torment, I pine for his presence,
I, find myself, mentally lusting, for his existence…
I yearn for him, and he compels me….
caution to the wind, craving him to unveil me…
I’m ardently tempted, and don’t mind the sweet sin
Captivated, in every capacity, hoping desire won’t end.
Nothing last eternal, especially lust for a friend..
He’s bewitched me -at his mercy for his zen…

His Zen, his energy, I must have….as I enjoy the chase…
I’m unconventional and for him I must wait…
My conscious mind, so eager, for anything he gives …
Addicted to his touch…and the part of me that lives..
that somehow he seems to find,
as he looks through my eyes to see to my mind…
with such simplicity, and genuine discipline…
I’m in awe, at mercy, and fiend for his ZEN.
Is he teasing me, or is this how he plays,
as I intricately walk through his mental maze.

He feeds every dimension of my complicated arousal that starts in my mind
for I am not easily wooed, Esoteric, yet free spirit-undefined.
I’m aware and awakened at the heightened of my knowing,
intrigued by this soul, whom without touch, sends my mind blowing…
I’m glowing, with a blush, that sears through my bronze skin…
His torment, his pleasure, as I cave for his Zen.

“Between Blinks” ©Khalilah-Yasmin
http://KhalilahYasmin.com

Caught in the moments;
where we briefly lock eyes,
Captive by thought-
hiding my “idea” between my thighs.
Blood Rushing away
from my roaring heartbeat,
I’m afraid of our silence
Because within it’s empty sound,
I hear the rest of me speak.

Nervous, I become,
wondering if you hear me,
aware my subconscious will dominate my actions
if I let you come near me.

I need you to fear me,
and stay out of arms reach,
I’d rather be submissively strong,
than incredibly weak.
Watching your lips and your eyes,
and hoping you aren’t reading my body language,
as I struggle to be stoic
and fail to conceal my body’s anguish.
Timid I seem,
dismissing respectful eye contact,
as I daydream BETWEEN BLINKS
of you on your back.
Just days ago, I knew how to act,
Intrigued now to touch you, STOP-

IMAGINE THAT.

Imagine if I had said “yes”
to my inhibitions,
I’d be free from writing
living instead of just wishing.
Instead of throbbing,
we could be sweating,
But this is complicated….

so I can’t be letting…. you…

Catch me in the moments
where we briefly lock eyes,
nor let you capture the idea
I’ve hid between my thighs.
Still afraid of our silence
because within it I hear our bodies speak,
I’m becoming submissive,
finding strength in my weak… Moment
Nervous, and prepared
Just in case you by chance hear me,
Allowing my subconscious to dominate my actions
if I let you COME NEAR ME….