Girl

09/18/14 | by Shareen [mail] | Categories: downtown girls

Oh do not
Be a bored
Young lady
There is nothing
Less attractive
Your disinterest
Disinterests
And your detachment
Detaches
Do not be above it
All
No life but
Here
On earth
And your self
Elevation
Is without a string.
You are
Too young
To merit
Truth
Or to offer
Direction
And boredom
Makes
Only you
Boring.
Take
A deep
Interest
And be
Interesting.
The documentarian
Is the
One in power
Right?
The one who
Sees
Knows
The truth.
Be a truth seeker
Girl.
Be smart,
Wear glasses.

Shameless.

09/06/14 | by Shareen [mail] | Categories: downtown girls

I will not be shamed
for loving
as much
as I
am able.

Your “too much”
perhaps..
my “barely enough".

I will not be hurt
because
your heart
had no
room for me.

I walked in
full hearted.
I have walked out
fuller still.

Can you not see
it spilling from
my eyes
that which
I had
to take back
with me?

I will not
have your
sympathy
for the humanity
of my painful
redirection.
There are
no bruises
on my
forehead.

Who needs a head
tilted to one side
when a dance
in the end zone
is in order?

Applause
is better
and right
and honoring.

How dare you
assume my vulnerability
when for me to love
Like this….
Like the tide rising
Like a dog panting
Like a cat wailing
And a woman
head back
laughing
is to embody the
fullness
of my strength.

I do not want
your sympathy
when I am not
at all hurt
but so ripe
on the vine.

I am not
at all bruised
but softened
to sweetness.

And always
a table set and
a door open.
a bed well made,
and a laugh to carry
You up and up and free.

Yes, girl.
Love like a maple tree
Tapped.

Life

08/20/14 | by Shareen [mail] | Categories: downtown girls

A courtyard
Embraces
Four great oak.
Dappled light
Plays on
Tender
Green growth.
A breeze
Dances with
Yellow leaves
Dipping
Falling
Down
Down
To the earth
Below.
Into the
Arms
Of all
Of nature
The tree
Gracefully
Surrenders
Itís dead.

Melody

08/05/14 | by Shareen [mail] | Categories: downtown girls

It was good to see Melody. She is medicine for my soul. She gives even by her presence alone, such is the integrity of her being. Some women shine a light so clearly upon you, as for you to see yourself under their love. The gift you take home is not so much the love they give, but the awareness of the love you have.
Driving home the distance of the length of LA, I dreamt of a fine future. I thanked her for allowing my mind flight. She does not waste our time on the past and things we cannot change. She does not draw us into argument nor debate. She sees me as whole, and lets me be. In her eyes, I see a picture of myself I recognize and can honor. Like this, she gives a gift of acceptance to me.
This morning I see her managing her beautiful little girls, two at two, as they are twins. God is a genius. He knew one alone would spill her love out. It would take two together to know her.

Behold

08/01/14 | by Shareen [mail] | Categories: downtown girls

It is grey here.
We call it June gloom.
The mornings begin softly and under cover.
Those who come to vacation find it perhaps disappointing,
making their beach day somewhat foreshortened,
but I love these mornings that withdraw the obligation of a bold sun.
My patio is a gentle place for me to write this morning.
The air is cool and against a grey backdrop
all the flowers of this bit of nature I behold,
take this protected moment to call out with all the strength of their color.

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