Alone She Puffs

uncertain future alone she puffs smoke covers her face trails the night air she hides behind each night under an inch of powder lips coloured like roses the night aids accompanies her cameleon existence satisfying loners groping in beds that witness sea and sea of swirling passion shuttling between excited real and make-believe passions to satiate musculine wants wave and wave of lascivious acts escalated by teutonic desires that always end in earthshaking explosions that rattle the senses the musty sweaty smell of bedsheets so familiar now feel like home covers a night away from them she feels a page of her favourite book unread slowly she learns to fit the regular into the irregular to pick up the pieces when she falls what mom told her long ago the smoke envelopes her face before trailing off into the glittering sky alone she puffs waiting for the next loner carrying a dream to straighten up her tangled life in her own tangled ways inspired by Like Dust I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. Maya Angelou #6