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Antics of a Poet
WHERE MADNESS MEETS CREATIVITY
my wants & my needs mingle between your lips
like life escaping lungs
You breathe me in
I breathe you out
my veins bleed the silhouette of your last name
as we develop photographic poetry in dark rooms with our souls
I feel my heart flutter to the rhythm of your words
as you speak future into existence
And there is no logic,
but who said I give a damn about logic anyway
#diaryofadayumpoet
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My eBook, “All The Madness… All The Love”, will be available for purchase & download at 12:00 am. Links will be posted #diaryofadayumpoet
"He called her his best kept secret… And sadly, she smiled…as if it were a compliment… #diaryofadayumpoet"
Melanie YeYo Carter
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“I gotta keep my mouth shut like them good gurls because my opinion sounds too much like blasphemy
And good gurls don’t use profanity
But I’m an artist & the word fukk just seems so appropriate sometimes”
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"Melanie YeYo Carter
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We both know orgasms don’t always come with feelings attached,
but I would string yours to my sleeve because, most days, I keep my heart there…
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"Melanie YeYo Carter
16/30 Extraordinary Stories *first draft*
As an avid reader, I’ve noticed that most extraordinary stories
originate from humble or dark beginnings
And most foundations are built with blocks of experience
& hard lessons serve as the mortar that will hold our souls together in the future
I was born October 29, 1984
& my hard lessons began early in life…
When 2pac died in September of 1996, I was only 11 years old
But the design of my spirit’s blueprint had already been altered by the first monster
I ever saw with the nerve to come out of the closet
So, with my immature mind, I had to find a way to deal with being a rape victim
This happened before I was even allowed to stay outside until the street lights came on
By the time I turned 13,
I had decided that trying to hold on to something that had already been taken from me
was completely unnecessary & pointless
I would never see virginity again so I dove into sex as if it were an ocean
I was dying to drown in
In October 1999, I was 15
& my body count was so high that it had already became a secret
I buried in my back yard like corpses
My mind & my emotions were both crime scenes people stared at without
reporting them to the proper authorities so there was no yellow tape
There was no proper investigation because no one saw that the child in me was missing
& there were no milk cartons for girls like me
When they looked at me, I guess all they could see was the mistake I had become
Over the years, I was repeatedly identified as a statistic
Rape victim
Pregnant teenager
Mother of the unborn
Abused wife
Single parent
Mistress
A person who attempted suicide…
And the list goes on
I was a walking Lifetime movie reflecting everything that’s wrong with humanity
Flashback…
It’s 1996 & I’m 11 years old in the 5th grade
And I have to write a poem for my literature assignment
So, I write down the agony hidden in my chest & I turn it in with shaking hands
The next day marked the first time someone told me my pain was beautiful
That day marked the first time someone encouraged me to write
And when I turned 13…I was still writing
When I turned 15…I was still writing
16
20
I was 25 years old, & I had never stopped writing poetry
Now I’m 28 & the mother of one daughter
I’m a bipolar poet & spoken word artist with HIV who knows that “perfection” is a just a myth
The possibility of me being perfect is right down there with me ever being a size 6
And every day, I still find a reason to get out of bed in the morning
I find a reason to smile
I leave pieces of myself on every mic I’m blessed to touch
My works are stories & life lessons disguised as poetry
These stories originated from my humble & dark beginning
These hard lessons are the mortar that holds my soul together
when my hands are too busy clutching the strength I need to make it to tomorrow
These poems I write…
These stories…
The most extraordinary thing about them is when they save…your life…
#diaryofadayumpoet
