You wasn’t no good for me but I loved you You got the best of me and gave me scraps that seemed monumental Just thinking of things you said and all that you never could Think of how the rarest “I love you’s” never made eye contact Think of how it was always rough whileContinue reading “Dashed”
Author Archives: thelmablack
Insecurities and Pretty Politics
I am insecure. This is a statement that one is not supposed to admit. It’s a statement that is followed up by inputs from others on why this is an asinine take and why I am supposed to know that I’m the baddest bitch I can be. Whatever I am insecure about, I am toldContinue reading “Insecurities and Pretty Politics”
Fox
I don’t mean to fall for Fox. I never mean to fall for any of them if I’m being transparent. These things just happen and I am just a woman after all, kill me for having a heart, for feeling tender and soft, for wanting a deeper exchange. Fox , you so slick the wayContinue reading “Fox”
Third wind
Stella aint got shit on me Sunlight filtered through the window shining light on all the mess caused by last night. Jorge’s movements next to me stirred me awake and to a pounding headache and sore jaw. And then it came to me. It had been Homo Night at Nikki’s bar. The place was packedContinue reading “Third wind”
Champagne’s Conflict
Champagne woke up wanting somebody. It had been a minute since she’d had that touch that said,” You’re special,you’re sexy, you’re woman”. Had been a minute since she had even heard the words despite a rather robust sexual life. She assumed the position of easy to please and adjustable for any pose or position. TheContinue reading “Champagne’s Conflict”
“Break My Soul” and My Pride
Beyonce’s song ,” Break my Soul” dropped on me like a wake up smack this morning. I got my whole life hearing the heavy house themes and Mrs. Queen Bey and Big Freedia. It activated every juicy Queer bone in me and made me echo a ” Yass” out loud. It took me back toContinue reading ““Break My Soul” and My Pride”
Jump
Ring, Ring, Ring. Damnit. I slammed my Nextel down so hard on the dresser pissed off at my once again stupid ass boyfriend Craig. Fuck him. I steamed hugging my teddy bear. Ugh I’m Kamila Rice, National Honor Society, Mayor’s Youth Council,3.5 GPA as well as admission to Princeton in the fall. Not toContinue reading “Jump”
Bald and Beautiful
I cut my hair on Sunday March 27th. It was something that had came to me to do in spurts over the last two years or so. It would be this wild idea that popped in my head after the frustration of dealing with my myriad of hair issues and the mixed feelings I heldContinue reading “Bald and Beautiful”
COLD NIGHT
The young brown skinned thing was a queer sight walking up and down West 10th street. The cold winds wafting off the Hudson chilled her neck. She hoisted up her skirt and flashed her brown glory hole to passing cars with willing johns. At this time of night , most of the johns were oldContinue reading “COLD NIGHT “
The Chat Line
“Chicken Noodle Soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side. Let’s get it ,lets get it”, the new single from Harlem rapper DJ Webstar blared from Hot 97. “What girl that fool did what?”, I laughed out loud at my best friend Asia’s story. She was dancing and tellingContinue reading “The Chat Line “
Big Black Trans and Beautiful 