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Poetry by Kiara Mosby

CHILD

I saw you

Why’d you let me ever see you

I saw how you looked at me

I saw your thoughts before you

When you thought I wasn’t paying attention to you

You saw me as yours

That wasn’t true

I really fucked up I shouldn’t have hidden from you

Excuse me if my excuses don’t excuse this

I couldn’t hurt you, and

that’s what hurt you

me not telling the truth

me never loving you

the way you wanted me to

Fuck me, for not telling you that you

Weren’t my enough

I stole your dream before you dreamt it up

Should’ve told you there was never going to be an us.

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- Kiara Mosby

Cause & Effect

’If you lost weight I would date u, ur actually very cute’’

Some shit spoken real slick

By a young bird chested jit

Words so manipulative

Made the routine stick

In that moment

The minds heart ripped

Glass windows broken with bricks

Dead squirrels poked with twigs

Just kids being kids

Until one is pushed to grow up too quick--

All the eyes all the ears

Stupid fucking whispering I can still hear

hid the tears from my peers

Behind the broken veneers

In fear--

That they’ll think of me less

if my face expressed

the actions of my heart

sinking beneath my breast

leaving my body cemented

into the muthafuckin desk,

where my bald up fist ready for war

decided to rest

wide eyed, I

was left speechless and dried lipped

that was the iceberg to my titanic

… type shit

the Jackson 5 where’s Michel

… type shit

the last snap to my streaks… bitch

… type shit

that was my weakness

And I was never known to be a weak bitch,

I became the designer

to re-stich each stich

With every seamless seam seemed meaningless

Guess I just didn’t fit--

Kids started reading me like the cover of a book

A misinterpreted skit

illustrated by that fuckin crook

Those words were my hallucinate swirl

I was just an innocent little fucking girl

Contemplating taking herself out of this fucked up world

Dreaming turned into day dreaming to be thin

Stamped the hot metal against my skin

I didn’t want to feel their words again

Melted plastic on the palms of my hands

Kneeling as the darkness sat on my shoulders

The numbness like boulders

knocked me OVER

and OVER

AND OVER

I was full of

Emotionless emotions emotionally motioning

The light in the room from corner to corner

I was

Like synchronized tides in a wave less ocean

In a sky with no moon

My mind could never be still

I was left battered n life was unreal

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- Kiara Mosby

TRAIL BLAZER

Imprints of his hands

Withered along my skin

fresh plucked Blueberry kush

Slowly bringing me to euphoria

With just the scent of him

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- Kiara Mosby

I REALIZED

I fucking realized

In my own eyes

I am the mother fucking real prize

Niggas will always discriminate

Against they own people 

With hate to relate

Missed meals upon my dinner plate

Can't shake this feeling 

I'm not still awake

Preachers healing

Children killing

Lord forgive me for all my sinning

Just tryna win

To fit in

Run up at ya family sit in

These bitches tripping 

Fake ass and titties

For niggas who only want to fuck

And in public be friendly

I realized

I'm my own enemy

This energy within me

Double crossed to synergy

Yeah words hurt me

But Kobe got the remedy

Skunk trees to heal me

Holy girl 

Bible study

And friendly

Will still tell a nigga to shut the fuck up

And feel me

I realized

My mind is blind

Shaded 

Misunderstood by those I call mine

Made up of crime

Never thought I was a dime

Nana misleading

Hypocritical praying and pleading

The blood of Jesus on my well being

Cause I'm her definition of a demon

Held captive 

This life is rapid

Strapped in

Trapped in--a cage

A pretty smile

Hiding fucking rage

With everyday I age 

I'm not surprised 

That these niggas praise

My thighs

All I want is a nigga to fall for my eyes

A fucking romantic

In a dying planet

Who put me here

I never planned this

A jahovah witness

A bent bitch

Dropped in a designated

Snow-bunny district

I realised

Everybody dies

With opens eyes

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- Kiara Mosby

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CONTACT

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Then, he hovers his fingers along side my cheekbone 

As I pretend to be sleeping 

With one eye open I glanced to see his smirk in first light I couldn't help not touching him So I grabbed his hand, and looked him in his eyes

He let out a moan

Pulling our bare bodies closer together

In his hold his hands told me he didn't want to let me go

His grip forced us to be vulnerable

He gently grazed his lips over my collarbone,

up my neck

to my chin

Leaving my lips lifeless without contact from his skin

He teaches me how to need more of him.

 

- Kiara Mosby

Unripe assumptions 

I am assuming he thinks

I like the way he speaks

I am assuming he thinks

I want his body instead of his mind

I am assuming he thinks

I am weak

I am assuming he thinks

I am willing to uncross my legs

Get down on my knees

I am assuming he wants me in his bed

I am assuming he thinks less of me

He thinks, that

I am just a number 

I am assuming that he wants to undress me

I am assuming he wants to move within

me

Without touching me

I am assuming he thinks less of me

I assume his introduction has left room for destruction 

I fear, he is not constructive

I assume he wants me to pour the wet concrete

In the cracks he has left in the pavement 

I assume

He assumes, that I have all the answers to the questions he has created

 

-Kiara Mosby

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His mouth speaks peace in many languages 

 

_Kiara Mosby

My pussy is a pit of happiness 

where all the sad boys want to hideaway

- Kiara Mosby

Investments 

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It seems as if I only attract sexual investors

I am not just a sexual investment

I feel that I am seen as a piece of equipment

Used

Only to fix temporary kinks

Used

And offhandedly put away

I imagine, that 

I am nothing

My heart feels it too

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- Kiara Mosby

I limit my own experiences, In fear that I will get bruised

- Kiara Mosby

she willingly lays down her body, unwillingly her mind

her difference between having sex and making love

- Kiara Mosby

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