I'm a Growing Woman

PAD Challenge Day 24 : Write a maximum. Maxima My life has been like calculus  alot of Ys after a few Xs Several differentials that  built me better for every rising slope  Despite the limits and curves  I didn't apply for or cosine to I integrated artificial powerful rules  No matter how much of a multivariate I am Though sometimes I'm hard to understand  My spirit is just a derivative of the trinity 💜D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 23 (two for Tuesday): Write a "(blank) of the Heart" poem and/or "Heart of the (blank)" poem. Beat of the Heart If I hear that lub dub dub over and over  Again--it's a win Heart of the City I'm 'bout to believe Bobby Bland Stand firm on what he  said on the "Dreamer" album And I wasn't even alive in 1974  when he said what he said  "Ain't No Love in the Heart of The City" 50 years later it's like love really is dead No heart and soul of its own Just baggage, blues and struggle  Gon' ahead  Ask around All the people in town  Hey!  Look around Down and up  then back around again Make sure somebody  can see you looking Searching for it Try your left  Turn to my right  Ha! I tricked ya- Had you looking twice! See!  Don't it seems Everything wrong seems so right Look! Across the street on the ground Only place a colored chalked heart resembling love can be found  Cause "Ain't No Love in the H

PAD Challenge Day 22: Write an earth poem. Down-to-Earth I was the kid that many told,  "You've been here before.... "You're ahead of your time." So, I was always inquisitive about  the concept and content of my spirit. I'm quite practical and comfortable  with living outside of boxes. Sufficient enough to move alone. But knew when I needed an advance. Always believed that it was  imperative to know my own  true colors as I disclosed them. Free as the butteflies I admired  and chased as a child. Realistic about where I came  from and how different it will  always be compared to where  my dreams would fly me. Never wanting to be naive,  seen or act as a dumb, rude girl, with no sense of  self worth or self assurance. Friendly by nature  because mean is easy to attract too  but more common and uglier.  Relatable even if my  mother's celestial love and  upbringing didn't mirror yours.  I understood that we all  are chosen ones, ones that could not choose

PAD Challenge Day 21:  Write a trope poem. Apples Doesn't Fall Too Far From the Tree Since my youth I could sense it  As I stemmed and branched out I could really smell it by the roots That the apples on my family tree  We're not all spoiled Rotten to the core  Poor at fruiting other fruit  Filled with fungus and worms... Some are the apple of many eyes true apples for apples  Sweet as pie Got the sauce The juice The butter and the jam A little cider and spice  Depending on how you try to  slice dice or peel back on the fam Not all are apple turnovers  pretending to be peachy Immature and leachy Good at playing apples to apples  with their own branch for the tree to stumble and crumble  Now, how about these apples? I'm one of the golden ones that knows how to teach  one to pick a good one. Like the one we need a day Love you to the core  despite flawed roots  because I'm a descent of the tree   that many thought would fall And I still stand by what  my mother said, many

PAD Challenge Day 20: Write a poem using at least three of the following six  • bear x • collarx • flairx • hearx • praise x • ramble The Attachment  Thinking of the ways  to praise you for bearing  the weight of my hips  against yours as you  embrace every inch  of my torso and pelvic  I hold onto your bare  moonlight skin because  there is no collar for safety  as you ramble about how  my skin...lips... beauty arouses you blushing as I hear you out I think of all of your flairs  over the rhythm of our heartbeats The way you're loving me  has to be the most superior 💜D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 19: Write an emotion poem. Emotional Rollercoaster  I woke up blushing yellow  Spirit radiant as the sun Expecting no clouds  to shelter my head or heart No melancholy tears to  run marathons on my face  By noon I ran into black deep dark blues  The kind of blues that  automatically refresh your own deep blues Student A tells me  that her sister was  diagnosed with an  aggressive form of cancer Her mother passed  from lung cancer Before her sister  starts treatment her sister tells her "this should be the end of me"... Student B reveals  that her aunt passed  unexpectedly from  the complications of breast cancer last week... I tell them both, grief knows me too well I ache from a series  of familiar losses and Cancer was no friend  to me either I lived with it I lost a part of me I fought back I won  here I am with you  for a reason Clouds floated over our heads and hearts Rain ran a marathon over our faces We passed hugs down like batons Pain is the hurdle