Little Willie Poem by Vonnie Postit

today
i have a crush.
his buddies call him Little Willie.
That's because his mama let him grow
so he's large and Sweet like sugar cane.
his eyes look like Purple Rain when he throws his big head back
and laughs in the sunshine.
he never notices me staring
because people stare at twinkling stars...

i hate myself for that metaphor
thats corny, but
Little Willie and Me could
be peas in a pod
but god would never make him
so small.

His soul reaches far and wide
you should see the size of his
feet.
He wears his heart on his shoes
and his hands
reaching out to hold my hand and
light my cigarette.
Little Will,
Mama would kill you if she knew.
she'd lower you to
suck her sweet bosom milk-

who doesn't love a Mama's boy?

I wasn't looking for love i swear
I hoped he'd find me
sitting next to Him on a plane or
in my economics class,
where he'd raise his eyebrows
at my comments
and fall in love with the way my tongue rolls words,
lights them,
and shares them with anyone in my community who wants 'em

This morning i saw little willie
crush his ego and slip into the sun.
A few leaves moved.
I think i heard someone
yelling in the parking lot. Little
Willie's Mama cried and Cut off her Breasts with a machete.
Little Willie never wanted mama to
cry,

but I would take her in my arms and she would
drench my T- shirt with wet Purple Rain but,
Willie,
we will dance for the
next two weeks because you are free
and i am here.
Lighting my own cigarettes,
and buying my own expensive plane tickets.

I will invest money in companies
who pollute the earth
Just so i can stand outside,
naked,
looking up and seeing no twinkling stars,
but instead feeling Purple Rain,
dripping onto the pavement.