Graduation

 

We’re
merging,
and
transforming
ourselves
into
thinking
that page
97 of
that thick
book
tugging,
lugging,
and passing
weight
on flat back,
is over
at
page 98.
See,
I’m
graduating
and making
waves
into
a world
fit for
one
more paper
degree
expressing my
hours
sipping,
dancing, and
feeling
my way
around
Constitutional
Law.

If
you didn’t
already
know,
I’m graduating,
and
leveling
out
the playing
field,
like a
lion
does
after
a
missed
feeding
season.

We’re
there.
We’ve
always been
there.

M.C. Davis

Acceptance

We’ve been there a few times.

Life throws us a major curveball and we’re just not ready for it. We laugh it off or pretend  that no one saw us almost slip and fall while gliding our fingers over the lips of our iPhone. There are times where we simply fall victim to ourselves, and lazily caress our feathers with further pity in some manner to make it all better. We grab rulers, graphing paper, and theorists to compare ourselves to this or that; all while not knowing what “this” or “that” really means. We digress and  allow punk labels to dictate our mood, vice the elements we see right in front of us everyday. We also give advertisements the power to tell us how to feel vice looking in the mirror first for the details.

You feelin’ me?

We call ourselves heroes but the real heroes are the folks that accept themselves without the news channel telling them to do so. See, I’m no expert on creating a harmonious humanity model, but I try to know my lane well enough to know that when I happen to slip into your lane, you or I won’t mind too much.

M.C. Davis

Singer

We held hands in the dark
while blindfolded
and falling. Our navels
touched and merged
as the world ended
and we began.
In the distance,
we heard music
or screaming.

Gerardo Mena

No, I Love You More

Every once in a while, I’ll wonder where it all takes us.

I mean, what really happens when our mind scatters into a million pieces then slowly retracts into a moment of true love for the one person (or ten) standing by our side.

What really happens when we find ourselves lost and bewildered only to be slowly reminded to simply open our eyes to see the path in front of us.

We’re in the fight of our lives right?

So, when the time comes to say those famous itty-bitty words, “I love you”, please remember the following:

1. Love doesn’t cost a damn thing unless you believe it does.
2. Love is always conditional no matter how many Hallmark cards that say differently.
3. Love is hard, but not like the hardness of concrete; but rather, more like a ocean as you fly into it from 10,000 feet face forward.
4. Love isn’t a journey, but just a sliver of road we’ve been destined to create more of as we mature.
5. Love makes us feel pain as pleasure and pleasure as pain. In either case, love will always let us decide which one fits better.

Essentially, take love as you would a newborn baby: gentle, warm, and with extra clean sheets.

Now, where’s my damn remote control?

M.C. Davis

Floss

Soul
Sista,
with black
pride
and curls
that
flip-flop
into
a
sassy
whip.
Ain’t
too much
heat
in this
room
to cool the
air, so
breathe
and let
the world
exhale
as
you pass
on
by.
Nubian,
like
waterfalls
catering to
the
Earth,
ain’t shit
without the
rush
of their
beauty
slipping through
loose
fingertips.
I’m
still
in awe
of you,
and
the love
you’ve
poured
so
effortlessly
inside
this
world.

M.C. Davis

Words

One
letter
takes
too
much time
deciding
on
what
to
become,
but
two
plus company
give
momentum
to
where
all
I
need to
do
is look,
touch,
feel,
and taste
the
poetry
that’s
written
on
your
skin.

So,
slow
your roll
a bit
so
the words
can
form
the way
they
should;
and my
eyes
will get
to
marinate
through
your thighs,
hips,
and
the angles
only
we know.
Like,
down
your spine
where
words
like
“lustful” and
“succulent” meet
up;
or, where
the
words
“push harder”
and
“slightly
there”
dance
around
your
navel.

See,
I watch
the
words
come to
closure
on
your
skin,
and desperately
fall
victim
to
the
stanzas
they
effortlessly
caress.

M.C. Davis