Happy National Poetry Month! Check out these two poems by Sienna V. Feruzi!
After all, after it all, love,
I just hope that you see
You’re deep treasures to me
And Although I can’t promise you infinite tomorrows
I can proclaim you’ve swept all of my sorrows and my permanent heart you have borrowed.
And to you, I owe my penultimate happiness and thanks, for you
At worst, are at the top of my noblemen's ranks
You played all of my favorite keys
You took me places I never knew I would be
You seem quite like a dream destiny
You took me to and through the
greatest sunrises of our youth
But we know the truth
both do
And J. Aiko, her keys
keep playin’ on and on…
You make me feel like I’m the best
better than any of the rest
but am I doin’ dat much better
or meant to reach for whatever?
Am I at the best
or settlin’ for less
at worst, are you just an ole boo
or at best, is you meant for me
am I meant for you?
And L. Hills’s cries, her vibes
call on and on…
At Worst/Lukewarm Lust. From my book "Left on Red".
Often, I speak to my body in shouts. Not whispers
It pouts
Not glitter
It’s my doubts
Insecurities, bitter
From the outsiders
But, now, it's been whispers
And screams
Of what's always seemed
To be
A delightful truth
I’m bolder even now, without my youth
I’m beautiful
Because I’m me
I know from whence comes my glee
It's not from an outside source;
It was there almost all along, of course-
I know how to handle and laugh at this change
I don't mind if I experience a bit of weight loss or gain
"You've lost so much weight...
Your bosom isn't as great”
Great as in size, of course, not how grand
It is, by far, you're still the finest in all the land!
But wait
What's that? Is there anything below or above or in this noise?
Do I even have a choice?
Outer Love. From my anthology "Yonitry 2" and my original book "Blumaniterrian".
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