Can’t live a day without what makes me
Accepting the cost of my existence on a basis daily, and could never be
That there’s lives being lived realer without the skin, or hair
Nor the teeth to bare a truth passed down to my toes and up from my crown;
Of restless bloodlines, and its rage burns greater than a king’s madness.
What’s worthy in life
Is worthless in wealth.
Lifetimes over and far away, I see
That my image is shamed before my body,
And that my body is blamed, time and time again
For the deeds sewn from envy.
These words scrape unforgettable
Along such guile breasts of porcelain queens.
Yet still held regal, once flushed cheeks now fading into jaundice
Soured mounds giving strength to the lie and stress to the king
Hanging worn and weary, of barren dominion.
Dovelie Lovelie is a musician/poet from Los Angeles, CA. An acute use of societal observations can be found throughout her literary work such as poetry, zines, and in mixed media art. Her live music performances are of a post-garage band, HAUSA.