butterflies
in mists,
birthed in flight
with rights
by mothers ,
yet sought for every day
pornography,
clipped ,
dipped,
pinned and penned
on glossies…
caught,
bought,
sought and tossed in pick-ups,
sold
for pennies on a page
as thin as mist
for less
than what a hot dog
and a soda
costs,
cat -called
stalked, defrocked
artists, poets
and mothers
caught up in worlds
of everyday
pornography
with rights
birthed in flight…
yet bleeding repressively,
distressingly
taught
that slavery
is about black and white,
not wrong and right
near hot dog stands,
but here I am
to take my stand,
I know I’m just a mother,
but oh my darlings,
blue and pink
and black and white
are only colors…
but you …
oh you…
my lovelies
are love’s hope filled picture,
of butterflies
birthed in flight,
in loving mists,
kissed …to walk on water
Amazing use of words and thoughts. New world can twist the mind and the heart. We must separate the worhwhile things from the bad.
LikeLiked by 1 person
:)… thanks so much John 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are welcome dear Kae.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person