The Object of Everyone's Affection

The first time I experienced you

I mean truly experienced you

It was immediately true love

you spoke to me about your struggles, anguish and misfortune

and I weeped for you

never out of pity or forced obligation

I shed tears like a snake sheds his skin 

simply because your struggles were my struggles

I was wrapped in your anguish

and your misfortune rested heavily on my heart

the first time we met 

I mean officially met

you know?

when I could actually understand and fully comprehand

your shape and appreciate every flaw

the fact that when you spoke sometimes the words were clumped together

and at first it left me wondering whether I was ‘black enough’

till I finally realized I was the realist Nigga that you knew

So I studied you 

I learned every wrinkle, line and gesture

practiced in the mirror for hours 

because I wanted to be you

inside you

around you

I was just so damn lucky I knew you

a scrawny little chick from back of the woods

trying to keep up with my own identity

I’m afraid I was dishonest

see I told you that you never meant that much to me

but the moment you were stolen from me

I no longer existed

so I lifted up my breast 

cut a hole in my chest

and tattooed your name permanently on my heart

I figured those jealous clowns could never steal your memory

So I apologize

I apologize for every moment that I shook my head

as I now understand what you really were saying to me

but sometimes the flesh gets weak

and the brain goes soft 

I should have told you 

I was just as fucked up as you but

I changed up like seasons

leaving you believeing

that you were the only one

now its far and in between 

and I’m searching for that feeling that you once gave me

from another source

but they don’t see me like you do

they don’t touch me like you do

so I patiently wait for a return that will never be 

your lost in memories past 

but I write to you every day

I take a moment out of life struggles, anguish and oppositions

to relive those moments 

so r.i.p my beloved

your beauty is immortal because they live forever

in this ink

even after there is no me 

there will still be you.

© Shy Blunt

Saturday I auditioned for a spot in the Beast Women “Summer Series” and I can now say confidently that I nailed it. So excited to work with these amazing women and really have a chance to grow as a performer + it would be kind of nice to not be type casted. 

Yep I said it!

PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! Stop type casting and only allowing me to do certain shows because you think that thats the only place I will be welcomed. You can’t fight conformity by accepting it. The beauty of burlesque is that we all bring something different to the stage and no I don’t have hair draped down my back but every time i get off the stage, you can bet that I am panting hard because I just gave you all of me. 

Embrace diversity and don’t assume that alternative women can’t be glamorous and classy. 

Peace.