HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL!!!!!!

superwoman, revisited.

she doesn’t know that I see her the way
she really wants to be seen;
feel her the way she really wants to be felt;
love her the way she really wants to be loved
like I love my sistesr… like I love myself
yet
she wears victoria’s secret like a masked marvel,
leaping buildings not yet constructed..
boundless
she wears explicit prose
draped ‘ round stiff collars
and fights demons
lurking in her shadowed
controlled movements..
she vieled in family secrets
real and imagined….
not realizing she does more harm to self
than any evil villian…
I wish I could write her wrongs
color her in hues long abandoned
but, In her youth she learned heroes
aren’t people or sandwiches
just bullshit
caught ‘tween wonder bread and miracle whip…
so she simply remains a wish
a healthy reminder for the family
to do and be more…
than what falls between
the cracks in ghetto sidewalks
colored in vibrant blood
spilled by those before her..
that basic color can’t capture or contain
the dreams that bleed past lines
there is no color for Invincible..
so She she uses strong blacks
to paint the woman she wants
everyone to see..
transparent to me
so she waits for a poem
that she doesn’t want to be written..
kdtaylor, 2007