Uncle & father

I watched them from afar
Intensely
Brothers of my blood
As disconnected and unrelative as two could be
Communing in cramped quarters for laughs

C. Joi Sanchez
www.jsanschez.wordpress com

Day 4

Today caught me by surprise
Unexpected crowd
the same results
Freestyle
#12DaysofArt

C. Joi Sanchez
www.jsanschez.wordpress com

1st position

Having never taken a ballet class in her life,
this girl was inspired to write,
not to move,
(a choice proven more suitable for a such a fiery & fierce soul, the voices nearly drove her crazy) though she keeps a steady pace in her race against time & circumstance
Had she only been given the chance
she could've be been a beautiful dancer.
Could've grown up to be a prima ballerina,
clothed in the full facade.
Jet black hair straightened into tight chinion,
glowing skin reminiscent of the recently polished
mahogany piano that plays just for her.
Every note written to highlight her perfect posture &  form,
as practiced as her smile .
She dreams to be
the first
black girl in her hood to do something,
anything!
Other then grow up to be a statistic.
But She never listened
when grand mother would say to stand up strait,
because a lady doesn't walk that way.
She imagines what grandmother would say
if she could see her sweet dumplin now.
Would she be proud of how baby turned out?
Or would she be struck with shock at how madness abounds
How chaos rules her life with a wit sharper then Oya's blades.
How she nourishes herself on anxieties and rage.
Living every moment as it is her last,
because she cast a spell of death on this page.
In history
She is not even mentioned,
not remotely detected in a  retrospective,
Another black girl lost
In her thoughts
she wonders
If grand mother would be proud. If she could see her now.
Would it be a shock to find her puddin'/dumplin'/ funny valentine was a lesbian?
Would she question from whence it began? 
Would she know it was her love that made it possible
for baby girl to understand it was possible to be loved unconditionally?
The possible prima ballerina wonders...
woulds she?
Still love me?
Would christian hearted,
god fearing,
bible toting/quoting
grand mother still love me?
When i am nothing of what i promised to be...

J§
www.sanschez.wordpress.com
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Day 2_part 2

Relief fills her lungs with the sudden rush of cold on flesh upon her train station exit.
8:05
She's got time and doesn't plan to waste it.
Platform heels bind size 9 feet into the image of 6's
A whrilwind of steps
Manipulate time & distance
She makes it
5 blocks in 7 minutes
Triumphant
tip toes through back door
As if avoiding paparazzi
The candle light her phone booth
For clark kent transition
5 minute stretch & meditation is needed
A brief conversation with ancestors is healing
She speaks until words are no more

She greets them in silence
Stone face and full of fire
The drums sound
Releasing fury for make believe self-destruction
She Submerge herself in sin
Slink out in bliss
Skin sunkissed by fernels through amber
light Oshuns return
the illusion is complete
As the goddess takes her leave.

C. Joi Sanchez
www.jsanschez.wordpress com

Day 2

A velvet sheeth lays across the sky
Its only 5pm

Hurried steps down cobblestoned streets
Desolation sourrounds her
Is it possibly the zombie apocolypse?
Dead eyes without direction and a foul temper set her on path.

Last minute mantra
Restoring faith in self
During the ten minute wait
Freight elevator
Stand clear of the closing gate
And Wait
Bing
Bing
Bing
Bing
Bing. Here.

Minimalist design

100 people on white walls
200 eyes on her low profile
White wine & brushetta in hand
She stands center of the make shift stage

Enunciation and projection is key
So she slows rhythm
Increases trebel
Drops the bass
In her alto tone
These bombs have no casualties

Muted applause
Exit gallery left
Passing aquaintence
Kind words exchange
Flittering off into crisp winter air
She is satiated; temporarily

C. Joi Sanchez
www.jsanschez.wordpress com

Day 1

Acoustic guitar switches players like who got next in a checker game
Sit at the grown up table
Play chess
In this cypher of wits
You better be yoyr best
Version if self
Determined with glances
Reflection divine

I am magic
Majeasty
Ethereal body
Extraordinary mind

Sing a song acapella
A blues freestyle

A good night for making music and friends.

C. Joi Sanchez
www.jsanschez.wordpress com

Dreamers

She is a lover of love

A hopeless romantic
A dreamer

She believes in miracles
true love
Fairy tales
Happy endings
And every other good thing we teach our daughters to believe

Skipping over lessons of how to fill this constant need
How to not wear her heart on exposed sleeves
Or how to stay together everytime another lover leaves.

So she searches endlessly
Often acting desperately
For a half to make her whole

C. Joi Sanchez
www.jsanschez.wordpress com