Untitled by Timothy Weinmeister
You’re famous ,
in your world,
maybe I am–taboo,
listening to your favorite songs
refer to me as boo, no need to stress
I’m discrete too,
don’t want my business out
in these streets.
I don’t take the back entrances
subconsciously tricking my feet
pondering and processing a
wordsmith, a
B-l-a-c-k Israelite
puppet mastering my talent,
freeing me from my plight.
You’re like the story Boaz,
my kings-man redeemer…
but even if you bid on me
with a Birken and a Beamer,
how bout a donation to the
embattled governor?
“Here you-go-good-Sir, these good
write offs should cover her.”
No one can touch our covenant
no matter how tough it gets.
I’m entering the queens draft
so, you can now place your bets.
Even while being upset and in my
feelings, I’m down for you always.
But all–sales are final and absolutely
No lay-away-plans,
no, no money down,
trade-ins, or rent-to-own…
no consignors, conservators,
test drives, or loans.
I come as is, one woman,
for one man, complete fidelity.
If you can’t follow the contract,
return to sender me.
I’m just a penal-mail-order-bride,
who said I could be Bridezilla?
The State of California when they
framed me a killa, that’s who.
Keep waving your wand,
I’ll follow the protocol.
But, when your sitting in
Marvin’s room–won’t you
give me a call?
Would you like to write to the author of this piece? Send responses to:
Tomiekia Johnson #WE4176
Central California Women’s Facility (CCWF)
23370 Road 22
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