Prayer for Hurricane Season 


Black Roses

“Black Rose” photographed by H. Reigns

You can spend every moment of everyday

Worrying your life away.

Wanting something you can’t have

Living in a kingdom of lack.


 -Bereft, deficient, inadequate…

Interlaced in the asseveration of your lover 

Like Soft cobwebs caught on fingertips. 

Deception like black roses.

The intention is to be a thing of beauty

But in actuality they mean death. 

A bouquet symbolizing the end of this

How serene the time was, 

that’s no longer significant 

What was the significance?

Never before have I’ve ever licked amour so delicate. 

Never again will my heart let me be so intimate. 

How could this be what my soul remembers?

If I was abandoned

Left to decay in the shade until the words faded,

Like the “sorries” you buried me with?

Branded on my rock, 

As if they said ” in remembrance.”

My body isn’t anybody,

Honey is now irrelevant. 

Decades will go by

And I will look like my sister.

But I wouldn’t have lived like my sister.

Hide the fucking flowers

They drip poison. 

Your flower is dead

And you don’t even know that you miss her.

Do you love me?

“Despite it all” photographed by H. Reigns

She said yes.

She looked you earnestly into your eyes 

And relented.

She gave into the pressure that was applied.

She struggled at first, 

But then, 

Like a virgin, she broke way

Feeling less and less of the pain of the breaking.

Against all odds

She chose to love you.

Even though it was not what was best for her.

She did it in spite of herself.

But that feeling,

It wasn’t what you thought it would be.

It was not attraction or coercion.

No money, no dick, no charm is as good as its perceived.

Not good enough for that woman to concede.

You see,

A blanket holds you next to that woman’s heart.

That proximity makes each individual piece that sets her free 

seem smaller to her.

She will begin to become more familiar with your senses.

Anticipating the needs of her man

Slowly and intentionally loosing herself.

But she loves fiercely and accepts the Premeditation.

Not because you talk to her good

Or because you fuck her good

(That is important tho…)


It’s because

You support her, you protect her, & you cherish her

She said yes, 

not because you were better the any other man in her past.

But since you have appeared,

She is too blinded to even compare.

She barely remembers what she had there.

So when you held her face and asked her about her love

In her mind she asked herself

” Are you ready to fly and drown at the same time?”

There was no hesitation…


Porsha Truesdale in “waiting & wanting” photographed by H. Reigns



I wonder what it feels like to be you,

To experience the level of pain that have had to endure.

To live the life that you lived.

To have the daughters that you did.

To see the mistakes that we have made,

Despite any warnings that you had tried to give.

To watch us throw away our favor,

For the love of love and sex.

To watch a man take over our bodies.

An urban exorcism.

We are phantoms of 

The little girls that you birthed.

Tell me,

What does it do to your heart

When you hear how we valued ourselves

Based on the appeal

Of what is between our legs?

How did your heart survive

To see us weighted down?

Carrying the seeds of someone

Who would never consider us as family?

How did you soul recover

Watching someone that you created out of nothing,

Return to the dust from whence we all came?

How can your faith remain unbothered,

As you watched the child who remained

Destroy herself through grief’s good friends?

Sometimes I wonder

What it is like to be you.

So that I could truly understand what I have

Before I don’t have it anymore.

Before your answers to my questions

Are just figments of the past.

Before I am mature enough to realize

That my future is your past.

That my mistakes are your mirrored past.

That I hurt you, by living my life.

That I hurt you by being the same.

That you are fearful 

That my destiny will be unchanged.

Buried in a hole

But still alive

My own daughters wondering

How is it that i have survived.


I don’t want us to be this way.

That Wine Tho…

Maiya Thomas in “hell yes” edited by H. Reigns

That wine tho…

Feels as if as it goes down my throat

Right to the center

Of that pit 

That every woman has

That small seed  

That lies

Right beneath her belly button

That tingles 

When it comes alive

That one place 

That tells her your intentions 

Small besos 

Mean you love her

But if you lick…

That flick drives us wild inside

That wine tho…

Goes straight to that center

And stirs up erotic intoxication

And moral asphyxiation 

Warm honey everywhere 

For your appropriation

We drink each other’s eyes

As you go down

Follow the path of the lines

Of my hips

The bottle of your colleague in the background

We look like a painting

But it feels like a carousel 

I’m getting dizzy 

From you two

That wine tho…

Becomes my polar opposite 

As it goes down

I build up

But like that wine tho…

I’m good to the last drop

In My Mind 

Tomora Parker in “Black Phoenix” photographed by H. Reigns

All of the energy 

That I store inside,

Springs forth from my imagination,

Drips down, 

Hitching a ride with my tears,

Swirls around my lips first,

And then,

Leaps into your mind when I kiss you.

It becomes a manifestation 

Of those original thoughts

That dwell,

When I miss you.

Temptation makes it worse.

It becomes too hard to let go.

And I’ll want to please you.

Catching my vibe,

You roll when I roll.

Diligently eager, I seize you.

The foretaste of New frontiers 

Has me hype.

Your next climax 

Is in my sight.

When we make love

We create life.

New people designed

With you and I

In mind…