A Bit of Hoodoo

A bit of hoodoo in the morning

Half-naked, my breasts swaying in tune with my hips

I only intended to give you a piece of my magick

A seed to grow a family, a home, a life with 

But you saw the potential and let the greed of your round belly and hungry eyes take the reins 

You siphoned my essence, my life force, until I was a ghost of my former self

That seed I sought to plant, a declaration of what could be

Wilted under the pressure

You sprinkled promises, dangled the carrot of “I was going to”

Left me with baited breath, willing the seed to grow on a dream that never had a roadmap to reality 

A bit of hoodoo in the morning 

I light the candles, sprinkle the herbs into freshly captured storm water

The vessel full, a womb of possibilities 

You pulled and pushed

Pawed and clawed 

At everything that made me magical 

How easily I could break

Like the porcelain dolls in my father’s curio cabinet… 

I was chasing phantoms of my past… 

hoping for redemption in my present and peace in my future

But like those before you, I was a prop to assuage your fragile ego on the days when the world reminded you that you weren’t enough

My magic was your lifeblood, every tear and prayer fuel for your delusions of grandeur 

A bit of hoodoo in the morning 

My magic was never yours to hold 

A bit of hoodoo in the morning

How dare you make me beg for love 

A bit of hoodoo in the morning

You sought to humble divinity because you traded your own humanity for mediocrity  

A bit of hoodoo in the morning 

Did you honestly think I would break

Born from a  bloodline of powerful women who birthed nations and weaved gold from oppression 

Who the fuck did you think I was

A bit of hoodoo in the morning 

You all clearly had it twisted 

Confusing my longing for love with a plea for submission 

Divinity does not kneel at the heel of weak men

A bit of hoodoo in the morning 

I call back my magic

The care

The time

The potential 

The seed planted in the hole your parents left 

It is mine to weave, shape, and master for my own desires once more

A bit of hoodoo in the morning 

Half-naked, breasts swaying in tune with my hips 

Joy in my heart, light on my feet

Free in my spirit as I claim all that is mine 

A bit of hoodoo in the morning

A bit of hoodoo in the morning 

A bit of hoodoo… 

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