MOTION

Can you please tell me why knowing that you love me, moves my mind to a different place in the universe?
Is it actually love or a curse?
I feel hopelessly alone in my space.
Existing in a private bubble until you infiltrate my thoughts on my same weird & exotic rhythm.
Then we vibe!
Like riding a tidal wave that subsides into the ocean!
We just blend in.
Separated in the sea I amount to nothing for infinity.
You are my force, my fire, my motion.
I have looked for it in others but they just don’t move me….

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!”

Would You Be Mines?

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My Valentines Day poem! I decided to recite this one for my readers!

Just click the title highlighted in red, then lay back and listen, let me take care of your artistic indulgence for today!

This poem is dedicated to my number one reader and commentator on this site, Mr. Earl11!

I appreciate you Mr. Earl! God Bless and Happy Valentines Day!

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!

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!

Gone On & Talk About Me!

Speaking life is always right!
Yet, I find myself holding my pen real tight,
trying to direct the flow of my traffic.
Creating your death with my words would be so tragic,
You’re trying to assassinate my integrity behind my back,
bad habit!
Running your mouth,
Like shooting bullets from a gun,
rapid fire, as you desire, to murder my character!
Then smiling in my face…
What an actor!
What a disaster!
Then I read,
“Have you considered my servant Job?”
I realized that you created a scene for God to bless me!
Why are you acting like you are from the Twilight,
THIRSTY,
for the blood that covers my life!
Don’t you understand,
He has already paid the price!
I just dabbed a little bit behind my ears.
Place a smidgen on my wrist.
Show the price tag to the devil and declare,
“Pass over this!”
You can’t shop in the same stores as me!
You can’t shine like my stars!
All my labels are the same brand,
“Victory!”
Understanding I am still not worthy!
Underneath the blood, the floss, the gloss and the weave,
pain healed, weakness made strong, wrong made right,
cause He gave His life!
The Glory of God must look good on me!
‘Cause you cant seem keep your mouth off me!
I just hold to His words,
“Have you considered my servant Job?”
So talk if you must, in God I will trust!
Waiting with anticipation for the restoration,
from your destructive seeds, that set up the scene,
for God to bless Me!

A Mother’s Directions

A Mother’s Directions

I love you!
God love’s you!
Listen to your Mother!
Stay by Mommy in the store..
Do not talk to strangers!
Stay by Mommy in the store!
Listen to your Mother!
This is a private place! No one touches!
We have no secrets!
No one touches!
Stay by mommy in the store!
Listen to your Mother.
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After The Cross

I awoke this morning thinking about the resurrection and excited about the life Jesus gave. However, my mind questioned what to do after the celebration? Looking for an answer I picked up my bible and read the passage in Luke. I read how a man named Joseph requested the body of Jesus, wrapped Him in linen cloth, and then buried him in a tomb that had never been used. The scriptures stated, that the women who had come with Jesus from Galilee were watching and went home to prepare spices and perfumes, and returned on the third day to find the body gone. I continued reading and missed the point. Later in the day, I gained insight. God reminded me of my cross that I bore and the shame I felt with my sins hung wide for everyone to see. Continue reading