not my business

is she black 
no she’s

⊕ white

 

is she loved by any other

than

the one that’s love is pure

?

it holds her down

*it- a woman, not a companion

Because companions required the stuff she didn’t

have to give

she buried them

along with pure love

in a grave

 

*it held her down

while he pounded

while he finished

 

only to call the next|                                                    |morning and ask

 

How’d you like it?

 

She, a business woman

couldn’t say

“me too”

because maybe he
changed maybe she’s

wrong

 

She changed though

no longer

purely loved no longer

a virgin

 

Held down by
strength

Held down by- not

a companion

 

-Saschia Johnson

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Skin Show

 

Painting Nature

Gold paint was left unopened beneath the microwave

Butter knife around the edges to release the magic

What shall I paint?

To My dismay the purple roses I planted for my grandmother

have turned pink

do they no longer honor her

Will they bloom again this spring?

Passed the roses are dandelions

passed the dandelions are dead leaves

left over from fall.

I tip the bucket and drizzle them gold again

golden leaves in the spring

discarded hedges

the ones off to the side where no one is supposed to look

I painted them.

And they glistened in this hidden place

dead leaves

discarded hedges

an exchange for boredom

 

-Saschia Johnson

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This piece was inspired by Sculpture Grounds located in Old Lyme Connecticut.

 

My fav Facebook Community

I grew up watching my brother and his closest friends play video games and also sneaking into my brother’s closet to read his comic books shhh. So finding a community on Facebook that included video games in their daily content felt just like home. I just wanted to take the time to share a link to my favorite community titled The Extraordinary Journey of a Black Nerd Group.  I think they provide interesting and engaging content including cosplay, movie reviews, funny memes, and great conversation starters.  The comments are usually the best part. I also love Marvel and they have a lot of pretty cool conversations on the comics and movies. I have learned so much in this group when it comes to all comic books. You should totally check them out!

Here’s a note from the founder and a sample post that made me smile.
“I created this group to share my personal journey as a nerd, and to provide an open and supportive environment for Nerds and Geeks of any race, color, or creed to discuss Comics, Video Games, Entertainment, Sci-Fi, Books, Movies and more!

This group Is neutral ground and a place to share our love of all things nerdy!”

-Jemal ‘PlanetEJOBN Founder’

 

 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/adventuresingeek/

Figured I’d add another convenience link for you to click. 🙂 You’re welcome.

I kept him sacred

I circled him

finding his flaws In every inch of my poetry

I don’t touch him because

he’s my own sacred shrine

untouched by human artists

Untouched by the words of man

Only to be described in silence by the divine

Whether you believe in that type of thing

or not

he’ll tell you to believe and behind him

I’d nod, yes, conflicted

I want him as my own

but I want the world to know this sacred

feeling I can’t afford to lose.

-Saschia Johnson

 

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Love Notes from my Spine

I’m holding you up

like a puppet on a string

but you have to move your own arms and legs

You can do this, I shout from behind

I support your rapid decline

and slow ascension

Rolling down has momentum

it’s the act of Sisyphus that brings progress.

-Saschia Johnson

Sisyphus c.1870 by Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones, Bt 1833-1898
Sisyphus c.1870 Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones, Bt 1833-1898 Bequeathed by A.N. MacNicholl 1916 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N03141

 

 

Featured Image:

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~*Energy Drinks*~

I take a sip and my vision comes clear

My thoughts come from behind my skull

and hallucinations would plague me

if they weren’t the object of my reseach

Sleep after a glass of relaxation

my feminine eyes narrow and

disperse into the horizon where

wind meets the lips of God

And when the can is empty

I’m woman no more.

-Saschia Johnson

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