My back ground Music

He is my back ground music!
When I move, it’s to the sounds of his adoration for me!
He is my back ground music!
Peeling me open like a banana, he kisses my bruises!
Yes yes he is my background music.
I rock slowly to his roar and fall a sleep to his purr!
He is my back ground music!
Slaying dragons, calling stars, within my reach, to the rhythm of his instrumental climax!
Dancing in a frenzy to a hypnotic beat!
Inciting, enticing, magnetic grooves.
Moving me to the depths of my inner Queen!
Pulling me to the horizon of my destiny!
My background music in the notes of a high sexy, and intense integrity,
Resting before, the entrance of pretty flute notes singing my creativity,
Saxophone solos whispering Gods favor upon me!
Angels singing praises to the woman I am…
Slave’s hums of what I am to become!
I am captivated by the beat!
I roll my hips, and twerk a bit,
Then pop my fingers to the song,
As the world wonders, how I am so strong?
They can’t hear my background music!

A Grown- Up Conversation with God

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Colors on my Face

I woke up this morning and painted my eyelids green,
Like a blade of grass on a rainy day I want my vision to grow.
Like a well oiled trimmer, my hands outlined my eyes with
black.
I wanted my boundaries to stay intact.
Added color to the cheeks as they are the rose garden to my face.
Besides it the cheeks that embrace the smile on my face.
I decorated my ears with green earrings that I might be quick to listen.
Frosted my lips with pink glaze and toned them down with a little brown,
Top them off with a hint of lip glass that they might glisten.
Read a verse from John to remind me where I come from,
Who I belong to, and to quicken the spirit that lives within,
Bow my head and prayed to God that I’d refrain from Sin.
Now I am off to start my Monday,
Remembering that is just one day,
Tomorrow there will be new colors to choose

The Ghetto Kiss

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Early in the morning I put breakfast on your table,
Now that chick sure aint me!
Every meal we eat is in front the TV,
I am the poor, the whichamickfricken needy.
Tired of y’all sangin these love songs that don’t even relate to me.
Ya sneak up to my door my late at night, wit a chicken dinner and a sac of weed.
In those late night hours, you love my blonde weave
And how everything I got on is in camouflage pink.
Funny how when the sun rises,
Pink is the color of the skin you seek.
Where do you think I got my pride?
How do you think there is a dance in my stride?
Part of the radiance in my shine,
Comes from the whispers of you tellin me, I am fine!
With my legs spread wide and my back arched low,
Your stories build me up to be a Queen.
But when the sun comes up, it’s a different story you sing.
Somehow I transform into that hood-rat chick and crack fiend.
Those voices from the children you hear, are your seed!
Lost in why they can’t see santa,
Trapped in between, drive by shootings, & liquor store lootings, Wondering why they only see a man in the house at night.
In the wee hours of morning rise, they close their eyes,
Praying for a father to rescue them.
I pray for a lover of my mind and my thighs.
Wishing you could see that I decorate myself with pride.
My need of finances does not kill my creativity,
My love of community or responsibility.
You really just took me young,
Left me with your young, and I made do!
While you painted a story that is only part of the truth.
The love song you should all sang is, How I made it over!
Then take a picture of my pink thong ass and it put it on the cover!
Yes. Yes! Pucker up and kiss this lover!
Cuz every Ghetto rock star, rise of a welfare mother,
Older momma that rocks the stage with a degree,
That over-comer is me!
Singing my story, proud of food stamps and income budgeted rent.
It starts with a GED, spins into a master’s degree.
Encores with written books, movie deals and paychecks earned.
Birthed music writers, and basketball players who shoes, you buy!
In every story lives lies and truths, and I am living proof!
Yet sometimes in my mind, that blonde weave, ghetto chick
still exist and she screams with discomfort from the comments
of those who don’t understand the bunions on her feet.
Overworked and tired of the hits,
She wishes the world would just, kiss her ghetto grits!

Playing the Field

Just walked out on my one true love.

Not quite sure why?

Just had so many things on my mind.

Other things began to occupy my life and I felt like I was living a lie.

I heard the sounds, tickling my ears, attempting to form words.

Hearing the beat line up with my heart.

Absent all skills but hooked on the art.

Can’t stay away, had to come out and play in the field of letters.

Build a few words, line upon line.

Till the sentences produced words that rhyme.

Coming together, the creation of poetry, the mad love affair between letters and me.

I just love to play the field.

It Came to Pass

The Devil tryna snatch my seed!

This dude is a fool, indeed!

Don’t  y’all know, I prayed over him when he was young?

Asked God to break the generational curses, before his life had begun.

I will not look at what life has manifested.

Taken in his stupid choices, as if I am being tested.

My faith rest in God’s promises!

Satan tryna steal my peace, but I won’t let you rob me of this!

I just hold on to God’s Precious words. . .

Don’t need a lot to get me thru, I just recite what I heard. . .

“And it came to pass!”

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How many times was it said, in His precious word?

Not focused on how it reads,

There is a verb and a noun,

Just waiting on my God, to turn this situation around!

How many scriptures did it set up?

How many fools did it bring down?

A few simple promises, many a prayer, a vision in the night, a prophet declared,

“It came to pass!”

452 times, for those of y’all in need? 452 times is how many it says, “It came to pass,”

I just need one, to show up in my life!

Understanding the power in His word, watching the story unfold,

Wondering why that Devil is, so dag on bold!

Just a test of my faith, and the building of a testimony,

Praise in mouth, dance in my feet, prayer in my heart, Seed on my mind,

Each day that goes by, seems like a dag on long time,

The moment it happens, I’m sure I will rejoice,

Shouting, “he finally made, the most obvious choice!”

“And It Came to Pass!”

Fruit From the Tree

Oh my God, What’s wrong with me.
I thought I just saw a moving tree!
Roots unplugged, walking around in my Gym!
Picking up the weights like they belong to Him!108267720
Y’all, this ain’t no joke!
This brother looks like a mighty black oak!
You know my thoughts, “Run Forest Run!”
The civil war of nature has just begun.
Or maybe the war is only in my thoughts.
This mind of mine, that is going insane.
Placing these images inside my brain.
Where is the scripture that says,“Thou Shalt Not Lust!”
Bow my head and pray, “In God I Will Trust!
Lawd! Help me look straight head,
Hide these trees inside my head,
Chase the thoughts away of buying a King size bed!
I just wanna work out!
Exercise my demons, pay for the things I ate.
It so hard to concentrate, surrounded by “timber!”
Yes! I got a call, as I hold back my game,
Preventing them trees from falling at my feet,
Grasping the flesh, that I try to burn.
I seen a Cypress, a Blue Ash, and a run-a-way bush!
Of course that made me just wanna push,
Another mile out on the treadmill,
Cock my head to the left, to glance again at his frame.
Yup its a tree in deed, strong bark, branches balked up,
Shoulders the perfect place to build my nest.
Arms, the safest place to come in from the rain!
Legs like trunks, I could pack away all my winter thoughts,
What just happen? Please erase those thoughts,
Did he see me stare?
I will just pretend that’s my running glare.
I now understand the temptation of Eve,
Wanting to take a bite from the fruit of the tree!

Morning Dew

It’s Morning Dew,
Wetting the surfaces of all that is new!
Displaying the secrets of what He has called you to do!
Opening the door to a wet Welcome sign!
Reading to the Universe that today is your time.
Signs of disaster and signs of Faith!
Either way it goes, you’re entering the ring!
Faith will have you standing still,
Flesh will tell you it’s your first kill.
Fear will paralyze you while the world tears you apart,
Emotions unleashed will have you ripping out hearts.
Ears burning, pride shinning, vanity fading, peace swindling,
So I pray!
Strengthen by His voice, guided by His choice, I open the door.
Stepping onto that  welcome mat, feeling the freshness of the dew,
Breathing in the breath of life, everything looks new.
Good Morning Earth! I come to collect!

Still Searching

Looking at a map of the Great United States.Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH
Plotting a route of the trips I’d like to take.
Skipping over poverty, been there way to long!
Jumping over sorrow, my my I know that song!
Racing past pity, I have seen all I need.
Trying to obtain my destiny without visiting greed!
Can’t visit any forest without planting my seed,
For if not for us, there would be no evil deeds.
So many places to go, So many people to know,
So many things to give, I just wanna live, in Honesty!
Stand in Prayer! Sleep in Peace! Give without limits!
The state of the States, Crime! Poverty! & Hate!
Planning my trip, without the baggage of mistrust,
Not wanting to pack, “please don’t hurt me again!”
Forgetting on purpose, “I thought you were my friend!”
Leaving behind anger and despair.
Where I am going, there’s no place for you there…
Running to greet, Jesus is Lord!
Two helpings of Faith in my suitcase!
Sitting on top so i get in, “In GOD I will trust!”
Makeup bag filled with Love,
Left the lip liner on the bed and painted my lips with Mercy & Grace!
Packed determination in my carry on to assist in the race.
Dreaming of my trip! Where will Destiny take me?
Understanding that I have survived.
Yet knowing that I have not arrived!
I am still searching.

How Powerful am I?

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It’s all in the strength of how I try!
I balance butterflies on my noes,
Walk in high heel shoes,
Giving off a sexy aura,
Without showing you my jewels.
I carry a full-time job, while holding down a part-time job,
clutching two children, a diaper bag, a killer purse
You wish you had, open up car doors, strap them in the seats,
Never breaking sweat and preforming with ease!
Like walking on a tight rope, I rise above,
The nations of your dreams, I dance around the circle of fire,
Igniting the flames that you’ve set trying to burn my fame.
I am hip to your assassination attacks, but I am not afraid!
For God knows my name!
I speak my mind, line by line, like music notes,
or late night jokes, my thoughts breath life!
My children understand they are royalty.
Strangers take notice and wish they were me.
Meager becomes great, and although I am not worthy,
Angles back up what I say!
Because the thoughts I speak are not my own!
They are the words of Him who sits on the throne!
Speaking into creation what doesn’t exist!
I see you believing as you read this!
You can see my beauty high above,
You see the Woman that I speak of!
She is powerful in your mind,
Just by reading some words that rhyme!
How powerful are nouns and verbs.
How powerful am I, lies in the reader of these words!
Your thoughts, however, cannot limit me,
Cause my power lies in what I believe!
How powerful am I? It’s all in the strength of how I try!
Shaking your head as if you can’t believe this.
Trying to understand how I can speak what you wish!
There is no proof in the pudding! My Bowl is empty!
The spoon, licked clean!
No mess on my face, cause I eat like a Queen!
Devouring His word! I am self taught!
Activated by love! Nourished with Faith!
No morsels left! My plate is clean! The proof exist inside of me!
You can examine the facts when I arrive at my Destiny!