What Curvy Women Want

It's August and this is the last month much of the North American continent will be wearing revealing fashions for comfort, but for a lot of us with body issues & complex histories with ourselves comfort is not so easy. I am dedicating the blogs this month to body image, & self love. This next poem is a deeply personal piece, it's full of snippets of my history. Writing it helps me process these feelings of sadness so I can get on with my life. I hope you'll stay and read it, leave me a comment if it resonates with you. Next week I'll hit you with a couple of music reviews and some curvy fashionistas. Thanks for visiting and even greater thanks for reading the poem in it's entirety. Much Gratitude to all my readers. A Letter to My Past & Present. I've been in a funk all day, you see it's been 18 years since I stood there and lied you thought they were tears of joy really it was all a ploy to keep me protected at night. Didn...

For the month of July I have chosen to focus all blogs on Freedom and Privilege, today's poetry blog continues on that journey. Before you get to far though take a moment to check out your  song of the day " Glory" by John Legend and Common. #Tunes4UrTuesday https://youtu.be/HUZOKvYcx_o Glory was created for the movie "Selma" and tells the real story of our Nations History through the trials and tribulations of our ancestors that built it through oppression, slavery, pain, and love. The type of love that only those in the darkness can truly understand and share with one another. To many people in the United States of America July is seen as a month to celebrate Freedom, and the super power that is the USA. Being able to celebrate the ideology of Freedom is not awarded to all  and some do not see July as a time for celebration but the anniversary of more dates that recognized some as worthy and others as property.  This poem is a collaboration...

Welcome to Your Sensual Saturday Poetry, with your hostess the Pueblo Poetess, Staring into racks of old dreams and new expectations colorful things with hidden stains in places only speaking of pasta. I turned the corner and came across her.  I probably should not tell you this story here I go doubting myself again  but the way I saw her to some would be called objectification. To me she was the muse I had been missing The ebony skin of eternal galaxies starlight vision A blue feathered earring. One hand on an orange summer dress, fingers hidden in a silky fabric the other a delicately sculpted set of phalanges bringing her phone past her perfectly aligned neck. A blue feathered earring fluttering.  Thick Black Hair braided into a rose on the top of her head, like a fairy she sparkled Who needs a painting of a girl with a Pearl earring Here was a flawless ear & a blue feathered earring fluttering gently. She was midnight m...

On Sundays I try to keep things light and geared towards sensual writing, but there is just to much going on in the world to stick to that schedule, today I need to talk about privilege. If you are interested in some Sensual Sunday poetry please go read my Poetic Pillow Talk page. There is a couple of really dynamic poems from the guest poet SoulRac and myself. #SensualSunday http://whatcurvywomenwant.blogspot.com/p/pillow-talk.html First I wanna acknowledge and talk about my privilege then we'll branch out from there. I am a woman that is almost entirely of Caucasoid descent, this means I am very white. I live in the United States of America where we have practiced genocide on non-whites since at least the late 1400s. We are a country built on systematic oppression, murder, capitalism, with a touch of Socialism thrown in, dreams, hope, broken treaties, broken promises, beautiful views, and the continuously misplaced value on the voice of a white person over the voice ...

When the night is long and I just can not seem to finish even one song, a poem or anything of my own. I turn to the poets that guide my way, the ones I love to perform when I get the chance to share the stage so tonight and for your weekends journey I bring you another poem from my yearnings my poetic love SoulRac. I . FREEDOM TO LOVE I want to make love to you mentally Instantly you left your imprint on me You words dig deep in me Penetrating my inner core leaving my brain sore cuz I can't figure you out Our passions collide and we sacrifice our love like we committed suicide I undress your beauty with my eyes And touch you mentally beyond your disguise Then I lick the softness of your flesh and it teases my tongue everything I lick it I get addicted to your physique Which is characterized by the words you speak I can look beyond your pain Or become sick from it like a virus strain Your sweat becomes mine as we touch each other nakedness I penetrate the very na...