Broke/ can't fix

Take a  beating.

Take it rough.

Take it till you’ve

Had enough.

A face-slapping;

That’ll do.

Take it ‘til you’re

Black and blue

Take a scalding.

Take it hot.

Take it ‘til it

hurts to squat.

Take many insults

But don’t shed a tear

There’ll be plenty more

Throughout the coming years

Take all of the above

And seal them with a kiss.

God bless you

If you can live through this.

have/ have not

I have black skin. you don’t.

I have nappy hair. you don’t.

I have thick lips. you don’t.

I have a high school degree. you don’t.

I have a college degree. you don’t.

I have significant work experience. you don’t.

I have life experience. you don’t

I have black skin; you don’t,

so

I have points against me. you don’t.

I have pent-up rage. you don’t.

but

I have GOD on my side.

&

You don’t.

Up In Flames

Dear friend:

         While I do appreciate your love for me,

          It

          has taken on

          a different

          form.

          Frustrated.

         Unrequited;

         what was once

          a

          small  sparkle in your eye

          has now

          spread

          like a fire,

          growing.

          expanding its boundaries.

          consuming  everything                   in        its path.

          nothing is left behind.

          not

          even

          me.

                                  --alexgeorge

Left on my voicemail; the end of the end

“the only reason


I seemed selfish


was because


I didn't want anyone else to realize


how


amazing


you


are.”
                        The end  (i think. i hope)          

                                                     why is it that people never realize what they have until it's gone?

Tell your husband to stop calling me

Tell your husband to stop calling me

I don’t know where you’re at.

He should know this also since you told me he’s got my phone bugged

He should know that you call me all the fucking time

And I never answer the phone even though u beg me to pick up.

He should know this.
Maybe he thinks you're writing to me or texting me.

I hear your voice telling me you miss me and that I was right

And that you’re glad the Packers won the Superbowl  and that you wanted to know with whom I saw the game and to tell me happy valentines day and that you still have every poem I ever wrote you from the days you would have a bad day at work and you would ask me to write either a love poem or a poem about how empowering women are, and that they're smart and intelligent and that I can't live without you,

you said you counted 100, 101, 105 poems

And he knows this and he keeps calling and asking me where that fucking bitch is at

And I keep telling him you aint no fucking bitch

And if he didn’t beat your ass within hours of your wedding

Because you yelled my name alieux during sex instead of amir

Then he wouldn’t be calling me asking me where you are,
'cause you'd be with him
beside him
and not where you are,
which is as far as you can get from him.

Please tell your husband to stop calling me.

And though I’ve asked you 50 thousand million times

before you moved to Australia to escape him,

Imma have to ask you again,

to stop calling me too
so i can move on
finally.
Please.

I'm a fan

I’m a fan of love,

and you,

being the manifestation of love,

automatically makes me a fan;
of you.
directly
&
indirectly.

--alexgeorge

no words

There are no words.

I can’t speak

And if I could,

then what would I say

When there are no words in the English language to accurately define you?

There are no words for you

None

Nada

Zero

Zilch.

No words for your lips

Or the movement of your hips

There are no words.

Just people/things  that are  not man-made

&  cannot be duplicated,

reminding us that there is a God.

So I’ll just be quiet

Letting Him do his work,

And  I’ll continue to be in awe--

       --alexgeorge