Don’t be Mad, Poet

I’m thrilled and honored that The Mad Poets Society of PA chose me as their 2023 Poet of the year! I’m looking forward to sharing insight into my poems and new work on their blog starting in April (Poetry Month). ❀️

Check out their Facebook post https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid0wn2vUGRamdhjkRKQdFh7H1VYxrzndJsaZkuxxCwSzokYQAgD2mKXwnr415FYeP7tl&id=100064588273257&mibextid=Nif5oz

Starting in April, I’ll be posting a poem each month along with insight into the poem. Some will be old favorites and some will be unpublished. I hope you subscribe to their blog and share with another poetry lover.

#loveistheanswer ❀️

Love, Toni

Kiss πŸ’‹ #original poetry

Kiss
Kiss
These lips
They are eager for your gentle touch
The anticipation of soft skin against skin
Tender
Moist
Oh how I love the sensation of your tongue
Gliding ever so slowly around my oval
Moving deeper inside
Teasing my anticipation
Increasing my drive
Feeling warmth and compassion each time our lips collide
I can’t take the multiple explosions anymore
So I moan some form of your name
Begging you to come up for air
To give these lips
One
More
Kiss


1/2/16 Toni Love

My ODE to George (Original Poetry)

From: Black History Mini Docs

My ODE to George. 

The first night of your trial I stood waiting for my son to return home. 

The cops showed up first after stopping him for running. 

My heart jumped outside of my chest as I struggled to prepare myself for the worst.

As he does every night,

he was running 

Running in his own neighborhood. 

Running at night because as a black boy He knows that black men who run in the daytime get chased and murdered. 

So he runs to feel freedom in the dark of the night. 

Stopped just minutes from his home by four police vehicles. 

That’s 4 x 2 officers approaching a 19 year old boy who wanted to run but by the grace of God stood still. 

Anxiety. Heart racing. Traumatized. Sweating. Sweating. Breathing.

Refusing the courtesy ride home in the back of the police car. 

He was innocent. 

No apologies for being accused of fitting the description of someone who was running and not doing anything but fitting the description of every black boy profiled. 

A black boy running at night. 

The cops told me that he wasn’t running when they stopped him. Thank God, I thought. 

Because black boys who run get murdered. 

So today I feel sad for you and all of the children we’ve lost to racism. 

Today I selfishly thank you.

Thank you George for your life because it may have saved the life of my son. 

A black boy who just wanted to breathe fresh air. 

A black boy who just wants to feel freedom. 

I pray for him. 

I honor You. 

You couldn’t breathe but he will breathe and run and stop and take breath and return home again today 

I pray . 

~ M. Tonita Austin aka Toni Love 

written on the second anniversary of George Floyd’s murder. 5.25.22

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