SassyStephB Poetry

Addictive. That’s what he called me. Not smart, not funny, not beautifulAddictive. He simply could not leave me alone. not because he liked me, but because of compulsion.a lack of self-control.a strong, irresistible need or dependence, as though I am a substance, something to be experienced or consumed and not loved or desired. That didn’t warm my heart in the way he might Addictive, like a drug?...

I see you in the field of dreamsLeave me be. Stop calling me. Each night, with your right hand and the KY JellyWhispering my name repeatedlyTrying to manifest me. You beg the universe to have me back. Envisioning me at your doorcutting you some slackYou call out my name, tell the angels my claim to fameAnd that you need me in your bed again. It’s driving me insane. I don’t want to play your gameYo...

So, you know we aren’t playing the same game. They are trying to play hangman. It’s not Battleship or Guess Who that we like to play. It’s dominoes, spades, and a little kompa, that’s how we spend the day. We are playing Words with Friends, clear definitions. Some things only hold meaning for us, and they will never understand. Why? Because they aren’t from our homeland. They hear jungle, we hear...

The language of griefhas lingered on my lipslonger than I ever wanted. It crawls from the deepest darkest parts of me, screaming for peaceinto eternity. Get full access to Learning with Stephanie Benoit at bennieonthejets.substack.com/subscribe

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In 2007, I had the audacity to think Toby Love might be into me. It was a Myspace catfish that eventually birthed the screen name that you see. I saw him in concert the day before, and I wanted to know about his tour. The person running the account was mean. Said awful things to me. Sassy, Sweet, Sad, Spicy. There were 4 small photos of me. Each with a different face and a different mode. I repair...

I was fired that day. I missed my Uber along the way. I walked home in the rain. I decided to pray. The aim felt like it was to humiliateI felt defeated. And I was heated And I called out to you and pleadedthat you would open a door I got home, took off my shoes and cried on the floorClothes still wetAs I pondered on what was next. You said to me, “ if you surrender, you will see the best of my ab...