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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The Ghetto Kiss

assThe Ghetto Kiss

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!

I Broke My Poetry!

I fell down and broke my poetry.
Words and rhymes falling out my knees.
Didn’t know that it was letters I bleed.
Stop trying to help me up.
Please pick the W up!
I need it to express how I feel.
Cause the F and the U took a very hard spill.
The BIG G.O.D is always around,
Today He’s angry about the words that I left scattered all over the ground.
Magic Spells, and fairy tales please turn this situation around.
Help clean up the letters leaking all over the ground!
Everyone is reading my private thoughts,
Sorry that it hurts your feelings, but what is that bump on your nose?
Don’t get mad at me!
Everyone is thinking what you just read!
I fell and broke my poetry wide open,
Slow songs slid out, and rap songs started a fight,
Two toes let rock roll loose, and don’t judge me!
What would we see, if someone broke open your poetry?!

Cocked Blocked

DSC_7607I feel like writing,

Something is holding me back,

Can’t get it off my mind,

Its got me all off track!

I Keep pretending like it may go away.

That negative vibe that’s getting in my way,

Keeping my pen stuck,

Like drying ink, a smudge, a stain on my paper,

I can’t throw it away, can’t move past the stain,

Not enough energy start all over again.

I keep trying to convince myself, that I am somebody,

That the words count, that they will bring life, therefore, I have to write.

Is my gift broken? Is it in a pretty box with a great big bow?

When you shake it,  do you hear the sounds of broken pieces?

Or did my voice of inspiration, tire of my restful nights?

All those times, I didn’t get up to write, and move to the girl next door?

Is my self-control lost in the flow of the ink blots?

Is that what it feels like to be cocked blocked?

Not being able to reach that thing you want, desire, burning with fire,

To get inside that creative mind, and write a line that will inspire and change lives,

Hypnotizing with lines, but my creative ink is dry.

Negative forces stealing my mind and my lines, I have been blocked!

No love, No lies, ink pen dry, can’t get next to you cause it is in my direct line.

So my love is trapped and there is no release,

All activity between my mind, my paper and my pen has ceased! Cocked blocked!

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!

Master of the Universe

I am Shera!
Master of the Universe with my Sword of Protection,
Its the Word of course.
Call me Wonder Twin Powers,
Cause when I speak words, they activate.
Speaking to the universe, is how I create!
Like Wilma and Betty, I have a battle cry.
I yell “Charge!”
As I dot you in the eye,
With the power of life, spoken from my tongue.
Doing it the way God did! That’s how the world begun.
Let there be light! Because He is the Source!
Enter into the light, because darkness has run its course.
Like the Night Rider, I am a Night Fighter, but Kit does not know the way.
My GPS, God Protection is Set, on the course of My Destiny.
I am a SuperHero with a moral code, and royal clothes, draped in liberty.
Except there is no magic powers, I have just been redeemed!
There is a Ghost who lives inside of me.
His name is not Casper but He has set me Free!
I have x-ray vision and the power to foretell!
For my God holds the future and He knows it well!
No fairy dust, no make believe, just the power of spoken word.
Mock me if you dare, there is a noose for your neck, a grave for your corpse.
You won’t escape His wrath, by plane, car, bus, or horse!
He parts the sea, speaks to the wind,
brings disaster and destruction, as I smile and grin,
eat dinner, and climb on your backs to straighten Mars,
Blinded by your envy, you still can’t see,
Don’t make Him Angry, or you will see green!
There is no make believe creature hidden inside of me.
Just the power of God that resides within.
So I will end this story, the same way it begins!
I am Shera!
Master of the Universe with my Sword of Protection,
Its the Word of course!

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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Just A Gentle Breeze

Just a Gentle Breeze

Is that You, I hear calling my name?
Is that your caress I feel soothing me?
Or is it just a gentle breeze?
Is that my name in the chirp of the birds.
Or can I only find your presence in the Holy Word?
Because it appears as if I see you in the clouds above,
and when when the wind blows I am told things I know nothing of…
You said your sheep will recognize you,
but it appears that I have been asleep!
Then awaken to the sweetness of your mysteries,
With the same sounds, enhanced by a royal familiarity.
I am wondering is that you God, speaking to me?

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CONVERSATIONS

Come have a conversation with me.
Something that actually is equivalent to communication.
Words that are put together to generate elevation, stimulations, and even laughter.  Please disregard all conversation related to my anatomy
and for those slow on the uptake, that is the same as my physique.
Of course I want to know you really like my smile,
and thank you for the compliment on my pretty brown eyes.
But can we talk about something that will stimulate my mind? Continue reading