Ghost Load

On The Move #NYISPEAKS

Today I feel liberated. Freed from all restrictions and past transgressions. Choosing to focus on the now and open, with heart forward. This feeling makes me reflect on a poem from my newest book Ghost Load. Enjoy this excerpt from my 3rd publication! 

One in the Light

I stood one with the Sun! 
This morning rays seemed to raise the
Unsettled debris from my
Brow
where sweat, laid and tears
may be common with sweat
yet, 
I out pour my over crowded
Over whelmed status
of a young woman, with
the world and a card board
box
at the same time. 
Sometimes, I wonder are thoughts ahead of me or behind me
Or even cursive on my forehead to give away transparency. 
I’m working overtime, 
mentally, emotionally and spiritually.
God’s just waiting for my consistency.
But lately
I been feeling disbarred from my own self. 
Making too many allowances
with not enough get back. 
From my payments. I mean repayment
Gotta see me on
the other side of the
unemployment line. 
Somehow, I stood one with the sun.
Though my soul is crying, my son is smiling and together we are gleaming as one with sun. 
I’m feeling like my light
is brighter than I feel currently.
That my blessings are between the universe
and me, 
I’m striding, gliding not folding because
I was kicked while down
I’m saying
Today. 
I stood.
One. 
With. 
The. 
Sun.
©2017.Naima Yetunde Ince. 
 

"Fresh Pressed Ink" #NYISPEAKS

Last Month March 17, 2017; I had the opportunity to have a book signing at SO & SO Book Store. The Event featured my third publication "Ghost Load" this collection of poetry has it all. Before poetry month comes to an end, I would like to share another excerpt from this remarkable collection of poetry. This collection is varied and will take a reader on a journey of thoughts and emotion. "Why I Write" is a poem that best describes this collection of poetry. 

Why I Write

I write
to feel my breath
hold hands with my heartbeat. 

I write
to finger my thoughts
through the lettering defining
the meaning of my deepest
convictions
writing to piece together the
depictions of stories that
remained buried
until I uncovered the filth

I write
to get closer to God.
Often when I speak
it’s not loud enough
I’m reaching for the depth in my soul
my reflective mirror to
Mother Nature’s scenery. 

I write
To insert hope into the layers of the universe, 
Causing hatred and injustices to dissipate,
when faced with the organization of my words. 

I write
Because real women write! 
Vulnerable to the blank slate
saying all that pains me
all I fear and finding space for love
in the slightest margin.

I write
keeping my voice alive
memories real. 
Recoding the spaces
left untouched.

I write
to strip the covers off of the truth
construct
constructive
rhythmic words
those seem to hit the hearts core. 


I write
so my son can remember the soul of his momma
giving him a blueprint to hidden messages

I write
to remind myself of what it feels like to bleed
to remain a wrinkle in a ripple between lines 

I write
to refocus, center and calm the storm 

I write, I write, I write
as a dedication to change.

©2017 Naima Yetunde Ince.

"Butterflies" Excerpt from "Ghost Load"

His tamed beard swept the back of my neck.  

Each stroke felt like cotton strides against my soul my eyes darted,

as if to penetrate a hole in the wall  

my temperature boiling only because he craves the unknown

the desire to explore and extract glistening chunks

of my love, I fold in his touch and strong hold

he wraps hugs like heresy kisses and his lips match his sweetness

I do not want to journey him, I do not have strength, to embrace his hand as if;  

It’s the goal of a lifeline.  

I do not I wonder why butterflies flutter,  

or why people follow their heart  

or why the butterflies seem to have celebrations at your core?  

The butterflies, life span is short lived, this elated, euphoric, paradise, fantasy

of “love” is farfetched to a realistic materialization  

I do not, he is stretching for knowledge buried between my ribcage.

He is caressing the open sores and battle scares and desiring to be a nurse. He is, withstanding, my anger, my bitter sweetness, and out right meanness….

©2017.NYI.All Rights Reserved.

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