Don’t Shoot


Momma told me to come down for dinner
I was laying on the moon
Give me two seconds Momma for I am not ready to rest
“Baby girl, it’s time to come in, I will not ask you again”
Just once, I disobeyed
I sat on the moon while the world stood at my foot
Aching in sorrow of today’s generation
Momma, I’m not ready to come down, I like it up here
For I no longer wore poker faces
Feared attractive lies
I was free of enslavement
I bathed in orchids of the sun
I was free of enslavement
I played with the children of Venus
Ate ice cream with the Martians
I was free of enslavement
Momma, I like it here, no one disappears from bullets
I just want to live on the moon
“I promise to let you go back up after dinner”
I’ll come down, Momma
I’ll come down
But, only if they don’t shoot.

Photo Cred: Me
©A-Jjahlov Powell, 2019



Egyptian Masterpiece


Missing bottle caps and cracked pipes
Smashed lipstick on mirror pieces
Breaking dawn under her twilight moon
Those red bottoms look good in that Egyptian cotton
Snow White and seven dwarfs came to visit
Broken locks and missing keys
Drowned puzzle pieces left unsolved
Scars to be beautiful under the ugliest sin
It felt good to release that demon within
Scattered lies, abused truths, and abandoned hearts
Busted eardrums, swollen fist, and crushed grapes
Late nights upon the earliest mornings
Half smoked cigarette ashes burned over toast and dried eggs
Used candle wax and mintless leaves covering temporary wounds
Time clasped in the earliest hour
Weakened incense to protect this beautiful piece of artwork
Not even pine sol could wash away this regret
Welcome to our masterpiece.

Photo Cred: Me
©A-Jjahlov Powell, 2019


First Love: Dear Love


In just a few days I exposed you to the world. We made love during sleepless nights until the morning rise. I’m such hopeless romantic. My diary, my heart, and most of all, my love, and so welcome…

Dear Love vol. 1

An adventure of timeless love confessions through the world of poetry❤️.