Skip to main content

A Fairy Tale Love (Madison Elizabeth Holland-Lafayette, LA)

In those long ago and far away days
I was a little girl, a child fed on romance and fairy tales,
The scraps of some kind of imaginary adult life
That I pieced together
From songs and folklore and encyclopaedias
My own little dreamed up future
With Prince Charming and babies
And magic and beauty and comfort
A Perfect Life.
I idolized him because he sang of love and pretty girls Yet he had the roguish airs I recognized
From the handsome True Loves
I found between the worn covers of my library books
I was convinced with all the seriousness of a young girl
That he was my destiny, my future,
And no one could have told me otherwise.
As with any young girl's dreams,
Mine did not so much die as were replaced
By other, more mature longings
For someone else, most likely even more unattainable
When I hear those songs now, as an adult,
I am reminded of my childhood adoration
And remember that little girl fondly
Because even though her dreams may have been
Lofty or unrealistic or silly
They were something she believed in wholeheartedly
And goals she clung to stubbornly
Despite any obstacles, acknowledged or not.


Popular posts from this blog

This Little White Boy Who Wanted Some Nigger In Him (James Leland Ludeau III - Lafayette, LA)

Grew up on a plantation
Secluded from the world
I knew classes but didn’t understand race
Because what raced through my veins wasn’t something of which I could ever speak
My father could fuck the slave girls
But I couldn’t touch the men
It filled me with resentment
Fueled my resentment with lust
Until it was too much to take
It was a small contained community
White as the cotton in the fields
Only dark around the edges where the black men lived
Ploughing the fields
I’d imagine them ploughing me
Glistening with sweat as the sun bathed their shoulders
The sweat running down until it pooled around the waistband of their thin cotton pants
Their skin
Black, almost indigo, like night
Some like coffee with milk in it
Cafe au lait
I could smell their musk
Watched as their muscly bodies worked
I yearned
This little white boy who wanted some nigger in him
To fall beneath the weight of one
As he heaved
As he forced his throbbing cock into my crevice
I longed for even the pa…

"I Love You" is Enough (Louis Toliver Jr)

Please don’t stress I see what you do all year Everyday you show me Through your actions How much you care for me But please don’t stress It’s not money or possessions That make me give my life to you It’s the moments that are small When people don’t care to look That you show your love most So don’t stress to demonstrate What you already know you do Just say “I love you” and… My underwear will come off for you

God Will Cry (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

This is your soul trying to connect to you for last the time. We have come to the final crossroad in our life. This is the end. These are our last earthly breaths.
From this abuse of yourself, we will both die. You will be a rotting corpse. I will fade away into Darkness. People may mourn your death, at first, but you will be forgotten, while I am left here molested by the hands of Hell.
God will cry, “My child didn’t fulfill her purpose.”
I’m begging you; don’t do this. It has been a slow ride, a slow descent to suicide.