Time with Time

It haunted me.
I could tell it wanted me,
badly.
Gladly,
it was a mutual attraction.
So it was on us to take action.
Father Time fed up with
how I chose to ration,
said he wanted me fully engulfed
in my passion.
Met up so we could
discuss the details of the
arrangement.
Told me he liked what he saw
and suggested
I pursue a career
in entertainment.
Trying to keep my shit together
I felt every bit of
insecure,
all while he was confidently saying,
that I was capable of so much more.
Admired my talents
and marveled at the fact that I'm a
quick learner,
told me it was Time to make use
of the gifts I've long left on the
back burner.
Advised to begin by using
poetry to my advantage,
in order to meet other creatives
that desire to be managed.
To offer myself to artists
looking to maximize their
potentials,
and before he continued,
I interjected that I lack in
those credentials.
Placing his hand on my
shoulder to make his
point more clear.
He said the day I put an end
to all excuses was here.
I don't need to read a book, take a seminar or attend
another class,
because the time is now
He's flipped my hourglass.

1 in a billion

7.6 billion people in the world,
secured that her options
are plenty vast,
holding off for the prototype,
than settling for another typecast.

Se7en to Zer0

Seven seconds.
It happened as he grazed back and forth throughout the room.
Eyes connected-
she was deafened,
by a catastrophic sonic boom.
This meekness of the soul;
she instantly liked his style.
And almost as if he could read her thoughts,
he flashed the most prettiest smile.

Seven minutes.
Tapping on the ice until it completely shattered and broke,
they spoke
and spoke.
As if they had
known each other
in a lifetime before.
As the night ended,
contacts were exchanged,
so this new territory they could further explore.

Seven days.
Good morning check ins,
hours were spent on the phone.
She liked everything about him
that he was making known.
That is,
until the calls were being
unanswered;
he was growing
distant.
She noticed through his inactions
he was becoming
comfortable with being
consistently inconsistent.

Seven years.
Diana Prince turned Wonder Woman,
she had to become her own hero.
Fickle prospects reminding her how quickly attraction can go from seven to zero.

Snap, Crackle, Pop

Aging is tricky,
the mind feels youthful but the
bones know otherwise.

Ball Game

I get it.
I'm often misunderstood,
and as long as I'm rolling in their direction,
then shit is all good.
But only for them,
because it's obvious they don't
wanna see me win
Like just when
I think I've had enough,
they find a way to hit me
with the politics stuff.
Looks like they want me
stuck,
to tuck
my pretty little tail between
these thick ol legs.
Massa likes it when we behave.

So what do you really want?
Was it not enough that I cried out,
"I'm drained."
Do I need to put on black face
and dance
to keep you entertained?
Chained
to a time clock that when
punched my lost is their gain.
Like a ball
rolling where I'm tossed,
dying to the uniformity of
their system.
Lost.

The Choice

Yet again he went off on another uncontrollable rant,
leaving her just as puzzled as a game show contestant.
Not a schizophrenic yet met with this voice in her head,
seducing her to be the woman who in these moments had said--

"Won't you just shut 👏🏾the👏🏾fuck👏🏾up! 
This is not a rerun episode of Press Your Luck.
And you for damn sure are no Peter Tomarken,
so do like a good pup and quiet down with all of this barking."

No longer comprehending,
his face told her he was livid.
While the voice she attempted to ignore was becoming more vivid.

"Sis, this is your one life so you better learn to live it.
He doesn't get to control us like this,
you should forbid it.
We have options don't let him convince you to settle for just one.
Snap the hell out of it and tell him that we're done!
The solution is easy, this was only a problem for Monty Hall.
You don't have to choose between a door,
when we possess the keys to them all."

Awakening to her senses,
she politely interrupted him in mid sentence.

"These fits are unnecessary and they've gone on for quite awhile,
Honey I am your woman and I refuse to continue to be treated as a child."

Now both with tears in their eyes, she took him by the hand,
And without a single blink she said this to her man--

"Your loss of control allows me to fly free,
but that doesn't mean in doing so I won't make room for you and for me.
I promised through marriage to give myself as your wife,
those vows didn't include you reigning completely over my life.
If you make me choose,
we'll both lose.
Game over,
that's it.
Just another couple,
adding to the divorce statistic.

Single Shenanigans

Dating Challenge 1:
Finding out you just met their
representative.