#029 Jessica Care Moore, 1997

Wherever you are, and whatever you woke up feeling like, know that you are loved, and know that you have what it takes to make the world around you a better place. You have ancestral intelligence, passion, and rhythm pumping through your body with every breath you take. 

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I'm still on a high from indulging in so much of Nikki Giovanni's incredible poetry, but as of late I've been buried in the work of Detroit native Jessica Care Moore. Sis has such a down to earth writing style that reminds me that poetry is a transformational tool that provides clear and relatable communication about what is going in our current world. 

Thanks to Amazon, I was able to start reading "The Words Don't Fit in my Mouth" which was published in 1997, however, I plan to work my way through "Sunlight through Bullet Holes" (published in 2014), and then listen to "We Want Our Bodies Back" (first published in 2020) on Audible.

I'm Done Dating D.J.'s

I'm done waiting around

at the end of the night

as the club clears

For the very last time

I'm done being the supportive sista

willing to hear your latest

Craziest track chime

I have NO more requests

Take me off the guest list

Before I have a fit

I'm pretending like it was a mirage

How's it feel to sabotage someone's heart

Then sample the sound on a new track?

Musical heart attack

I'm tired of conversations at the club where you spin

We're always vibin' about the world

fake people and jinns

No more saying yes

to late night invitations to listen

Wishing

You were putting ME on wax

Throwing my heartbeat on your headphones

So, you'll never be alone

A loving lyric

If you payed attention

you would hear it

No more sitting at the sidelines

laying my heart and soul

on your turntable

So you're able to create a fate

you're afraid to recognize

Dee-jaying with closed eyes

Is a cute trick

But, it's wic-wic-wack!

As you concentrate on your bobcat

To ignore a sista's that got your back

We're a perfect blend

Don't flex

Cause I can make you flutter

Sound smooth like butter

Won't tell me how you feel

I admire your passion

Trying to make cash and

Your blend is truly tight

But I kept you warm last night

Don't know what you're cuing, screwing or doing

With your "phat" party tricks

On stage doing tricks

I never gave you ultimatums

You gave me your milk crate full of records

And I played them

Hey, Mister DJ with your trunk full of vinyl

This song is final

You've lost the light in your better days

I'm done dating DJ's

written by Jessica Care Moore, The Words Don't Fit in my Mouth, 1997.