Jayne H. Clifford

Trigger Warning

I never told you all a lie

Maybe a story tho

I have plenty to tell,

Like I guess when I jumped

From a burning hospital

and you wrote it in My 

Ever-growing list

  of diagnoses.

Sick of fighting you

on that label,

I know I ain’t bipolar

National Center for PTSD my a**

This all started w

a trigger.

Ask me about MST   ?
Captains feeling Keen.

Taking BP meds now

to suppress my dreams.

Stay giving me benzos right?

It’ll calm her the f down..

Who turned you into my

Supplyer

I’m calling “the shots” now

She tried to get off them,

wasn’t even drinking.

Then you keep triggering

in 4 point restraints,

What the fuck were you thinking?

Holding her down

While she’s screaming

I never signed up.

For exposure therapy.

Just keep believing,

No malingering.


Maybe it doesn’t take 7 police officers to

hold down a woman

weighing 110.

That’s right I counted.


That Ativan you inject

She tried to wean off

to keep her soft

Sweet, back to 

That girl

We all know,

Right?

Man, Hampton Roads.

What a vibe.




Stitches


Something about a woman

Her bond unbreakable

Sisterhood we all share,

Our strength in resilience.

A knowing, “I’ve been there.”


Real love that shows no judgment, lifts each other up.

Find the soulmates in your girls,

But the ones who can still F*** it up.


Don’t trust no man? Only your

Daddy

Calm me down but

don’t you ever stick me w/ati.


Tell me how to live,

What clothes, how to dye My

Hair

And all the while stuffing 

While the boys stare


Maybe they sick of/like BBL

OR they just stick to what

They like


Some like it natural

Some are RAW

Not doggin, just genuine

Aging like fine wine, vintage.


Don’t you ever try to tell me how to dress

Bec you think I’m just a feminist.

How about I ain’t no ist

of the bullshit labels.

None of them ever defined me, I still have yeti

while you fighting over Stanley.


Also shop at the wally world tho just so you know.

When I need that good lotion,

the off brand of the green one tho.

Mama raised me clipping, stacking them in books.

Told me every penny counts

So keep that over your looks.

Stay addicted to botox

While you never try Korean skincare

Stay calling me a Korean slut

While you’ll never ask who went there.

Stay AWARE they all say

The real ones never leave.


Or maybe they get tired of the system that’s broken

Tired of the hypocrisies. 

Maybe it’s not about greed,

all comes down to power.

Try to read my notes, 

can’t keep up

Cuz I don’t charge by the hour.


I stay grinding always true,

never lied on that poly

didn’t get the job

But I never really wanted 

to work For the cops.

Respect the thin blue line, 

but make it wider.

Lenses on my prescription

Still got that astigmatism

Right, left, do it to it

Sing whatever rhythm you want,

I still have my cadence.

Rumor on the scuttlebutt, puddle jumping pirates

Semper P, I stay ready

Don’t try me, SNITCH.

Power Moves


Synchronicities and patterns

are all I see

What’s in a name? Yours or mine – which half claims


Out here navigating a

World blinded by color

We forgot to taste the rainbow, I mean candy tho

But love who you love, right?

Stop picking fights.

Everyone tiptoeing politically

Correct, careful to the tenth.


Learn the name, ask.

Ask their reason why

What drives you?

Inspires

A single spark lights a fire.

Where do you go when you need to roam?

Do you disconnect from that phone?


DND, focus mode, find that zone.

Use it when it’s useful

Don’t let it use you

You have the power to choose. 


Stay connected IRL

Catch that flight, go home.

Where you been? On that grind?

Don’t have the time

Make it or break it, RIGHT

With these powers combined

IDK, use that Face time


So focused on what’s next, we don’t see the play

In Real time

OR can’t feel it

Staying in that rhythm, Transitions to the next fret

Chord changes you won’t 

forget.

Practice makes perfect, right?

Maybe not, but makes better. Shoot your shot.

“Movement Therapy”

Ms. Love where you at?

I know you got them boys in line,

Keeping the time.


Did they give you orders? Special pay?

All love for you and yours

Legacies shiT, that’s what we’re after.

I know it’s in a book or Two.

Let’s stay focused on the mission.


These “brothers” in arms

having visions, coming down 

From the highs they used to get by.

Something about being a millennial

in a world that’s perennial,

Constantly in motion,

Like the tides of the oceans


Moon pull, gravity holds you down Right?

I mean ya, but what about when you have to fly and run and swim just to forget for a single 

Fraction of a second the pain the world is in.


The mothers crying, trying to get by.

Where’s their time to shine?

Give that reason to smile,

Stay here for awhile.


Look to the sky, keep

Your feet on the ground.

Make her proud, the One( ) who raised you.

The ones who made you cookies on demand.

The generations of love.


Work through the pain, Easier to forgive, to live.

Breathe and just, 

Let

it Be.


They’re watching over you

Praying, even when you don’t know it.

Give her some peace. Find yours. Be Free.