She is black...
she won't, can't
they won't let her
he won't show her
yeah maybe she is smart
but for a black girl
white girl smart must be
just so special
like a golden glow
blinding them all
getting their attention
unlike the darkness
of those not alike.

nikita c.11.2014

8.19.10

Today was the kind of day I wanted to rewind.
Do over, replay, take 2.

Not quite like that day
I wanted to pause this moment and that
watch again on a big screen
in a park covered by a starry night and little drops of rain

I often can't stop the playback
the favorite scenes
your lines were as if they belonged only to me
your light blinding me, your part to never be recast

nikita

puzzled

like a puzzle you challenge me
but with no end in sight

like a jigsaw you shaped me
sharp edges, soft corners
around tight turns

like a game
our ships battle then surrender
to the deliciously sweet candyland
we escape to

nikita

your type

if you were less this and more that
you would be more my type

if you changed those things about you but
kept these few nice parts
i'd probably date you

your hair is so perfect but
your ass is just too big
cute girl sometimes beautiful
at the end of the night

my heart belongs to you but
I don't use it anyway

and why did you do that and
get those
I would see you differently if
you looked different

but I love your lips and
your touch is so sweet
your skin is like creamy caramel on my lips
so drawn to you but I don't have time

you are not like everyone else but
if you were more like her well
no problem

you don't look like the one
it doesn't matter what I feel
for a girl like you

you are not my type

nikita

Dilemma (2002)

you
standing far beside me
him
too close to touch
I
center of nowhere
we
remaining untouched

you
not meant to be
him
trying to feel nothing at all
I
center of nowhere standing tall

you
loving another as you love me
him
so locked up, loving feelings he'll never see
I
center of nowhere sometimes longing to be so untouched

nikita

The skin I am in

Sundrenched sweetness sugar kissed
Soft and sweet buttery brown skin
savory lips salted from home
mountains erected from joy,
southern volcanic storms
passion rains down the valley of my sides
around curves, through valleys
beyond the bend

nikita



 

Wish I didn't hear you
That time I wasn't your dream
But simply your joke
Your laughter still rings loud

nikita