Mind Your Business

Mind Your Business

A Poem by Shelly Bell

I'm not an angry black woman
I just realize that even though I supposedly came from the rib of a man
without my womb he wouldn't be able to populate this land.
thank you for a little piece of you, now I can breath on my own..
should I blame christianity for the reasons I'm alone...
Thinking that my entire existence relied on one bone...
thinking that you're supposed to live above disgust
when you were made from particles of dust...

If this land was made of sand not grass
maybe you wouldn't be obsessed with tryna get to the
other side to see if there is a nicer a*s over there.
Maybe the fruit that tempted Adam was another woman
who was presented to him by Eve.

so pulpits scream God didn't make Adam and Steve
he made Adam and Eve...
well where did the idea of Adam and Steve come from.
is that really what we have been pushed to believe...
That it matters...
That judgement against what we don't believe in is OK
It's like I'm America, you're a foreign country
I keep saying I'm good, but constantly tryna take what you have.
I had to stop viewing relationships as something bigger than me
and begin to seek love purposefully.
I must know what I want if I want what I want
I must know when and what to flaunt to find it
I must know that there are things to know and
religion, politics, and ethics are behind it.

I don't care to tear down homosexuality
just because heterosexuality is my reality
how would I be someone who loves all
if I'm always looking for names to call love, fundamentalist, gay people,
and anyone else who doesn't think like I think
I think people who think differently are thrown everything but the kitchen sink
called everything but a child of God
when I never needed you to call me in the first place
if you're looking for the right minute to criticize my ideas
then get you a nice size calling card bc I am who I am
Ha! I'm not gay....I'm not religious...but neither am I prejudice

SO what....so If I commit adultery, satisfy my lust with fornication
then take a vacation with my mental homosexual manifestation
get over me
I mean get over yourself.
Stop peeping over at my cards and play
the hand you were dealt.
if you think you're freeing someone with negativity
Keep your tongue tied
let your words drip of hypocrisy
before you call your
judgmental actions HELP


Copyright 2009 Shelly Bell






© 2009 Shelly Bell


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Shelly Bell
Shelly Bell

Alexandria, VA



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To merely refer to North Carolina native and Alexandria, VA resident Shelly Bell as a curious and talented consumer of life’s most positive energies would only tell half of the story. An award-w.. more..

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A Poem by Shelly Bell