5 Words: Tell me what you’re grateful for — Pleasure’s blooms upon my bosom Written in response to Tre’s 5-word, poetic challenge Writers: A Challenge 5 Words: Tell me what you’re grateful formedium.com

When Writing Doesn’t Seem to Possess the Liberation Power It Has Been Portrayed to Possess — From Truth Telling: Lines from My Diaries July 7, 2023 — July 11, 2023 Why do I never feel lastingly free in my life? I wonder of this often. Writing is not actually freeing me. If it is true what they say, that writing shall pave a way toward revelation…

Healing from Hatred — There is no more room for lovelessness here. There is no more room for hatred. As there is no more room for disease in the body of the cure, there is no more room for despair in me. As there is no more room for lifelessness in the bounty of…

Revelations from Love — WORD. I AM God-spoken glory in this light-bearing black skin — Light, shaped by Word, into form, vitalized by the currency that flows through all there is in and out of time. I am Goddess-sung pleasure in this sublimely melanated earth, combusting into sanctity that burns away coffers and gives…

Waiting on you… waiting on you to lead me into greatness… waiting for the day you thank me for sharing my truths with you… waiting for time to stand still… waiting… waiting for a part of me to be perceived by you… waiting for golden rays to flow fully through my body, filling me…

From Truth Telling: Lines from My Diaries June 14, 2023 Heaven in his cock. Yes, I said, “Heaven in his cock.” Let me tell you, now, the story of this day, wherein I came to seek out heaven within the marriage bed during whole intercourse with my husband. Now, I…

Place me. Place me now! Place me in worlds I’ve lost sight of but know only in love’s shapeless memory. Wait not, Love, to place me in windows that overlook the beauty of freedom — windows that mirror back to me the state of my own heart. Wait no more for days…

Part of my soul is experiencing an incarnation that knows motherhood; this poem is hers. — Why? How? Why do I feel so anxious and still have peace? Why do I experience fear? Why do I fear my future financial standing? Where is there freedom from this fear? How will it come to me? When I am experiencing fear, I call You to come help me…

No thing is ever free here, it seems - Where is my ease? I cannot seem to find its face. Where is my ease? I desire to know… Free my ease! Why do I live so hard, when ease lives within? At last, I’ve realized I am both the prisoner and the capturer. © Laquanique Louise Lake, 2023. All rights reserved. Afrikan, Indigenous, Black, American Writer