Tell me about yourself, Toneysha
I am from the Bronx. Right now I am working and going to college. I was only in the third grade when I began writing, but I really got the ball rolling when I got to high school. I began writing for the fun of it but as I got older I wanted to express myself in a more free way. I also wanted to write in a way that if someone were to read my poetry, they wouldn’t know if I was talking about myself or not. I ended up taking a long break from writing until last year when I wrote my poetry book, Wild Flower. I had to build up enough courage to put out my own poetry book because I wanted to reach out to those that couldn’t find the words to really express how they might be feeling or something they’re going through. I did everything myself; from the book cover down to the publishing date. Wild Flower can be found on Amazon.
What made me write these pieces was from pure experiences. From simply being on the train and looking at someone's smile fade away, to falling for someone, or just running into people that are simply not meant for me. I enjoy writing just as much as I enjoy dancing in my free time.
Three pieces from Wild Flower
by Toneysha Michaux
I watched everyone
I watched as they looked
Helpless, worn out, and bothered
I saw you, you looked just like them
My eyes wandered off again
To the different cloths but each one
Giving me the same shade
Not even bothered to look my way
I felt it was normal that way
But then I saw you again
The smile on your face
I imagined you went back to a memory
A memory where you saw love
And felt it at the same time
A memory where you saw your first born
Open its eyes for the first time
But then your smile faded
So fast in slow motion as if you were waiting
for the sudden pain to soak in
I then too felt sad
I felt your energy without a simple
Eye contact and I felt for you
A complete stranger
Your soul must be beautiful
Who taught you to run wild with broken hearts
embedded in your skin as animal print
Who told you love wasn’t a noun
Who taught you that it was okay to use sex for
your own guilt
taking away freedom that didn’t belong to you
Who taught you to build a home without a
foundation
Who told you to peel back the fabric
from your bare arms because the heart
on your sleeve was making
you weak
Who taught you these things
they can’t be human
We happened
And I can't fix this cracked wall between us
You like me but you refuse
To make me feel comfortable to believe so
Why
Maybe because I didn't treat you
The way you’re use to
The way girls fumble all over you
Drop their tasteful morals
From between their legs
In a heartbeat if you asked them to
I believe this and still
I can’t never refuse your kiss
My heart tightens
It's like the hunger games
Swimming inside me
When I see you
Do anything you ask of me
I volunteer as tribute