SISTERS (POETRY)

 I pray before I start

Because these words are coming from the deepest part of my heart

I prayed for her like she prayed for me

That the light one day she’d be willing to see

Over the years she told me some of her deepest fears

And I know it”s ok to cry because these are happy tears

I’ve been on the sidelines rooting for her every day

I knew somehow God would help her to find her way

I know she had to fight the whole way through

I know because I’ve been there

I had to fight too

I’ve been some of the same places she’s been

And it hurt at times that I was unable to be her friend

There was some hurt that I was still trying to mend

My love for my sister is deep and true

But I’m still hurt and I’m still healing too

It really hurt to see addiction drag my sister into that hole

It doesn’t discriminate it takes family friends and  Foes

We should have listened when mamma told us to just say no

But my response was always the same…

Mamma I know

Anyway the hurt is still the same

She must have thought I was joking when I told her this was no game

She saw me struggle

Drugs riddled me to the core

And I am so grateful that God has the power to restore

I remember when she cried

She told me she was tired

She could no longer fight

I looked her in the eyes and said

I need you

And I need you on this night

I pleaded for her to stay just a little while more

But just as fast as she came she was back out the door

She looked towards the ground

Looked at me and said

I will be back when I get

ONE MORE

Her eyes were filled with pain

She didn’t want to be loved

She only wanted more cocaine

I pleaded with her to let me help her

She was my baby sister

I pulled her close and hugged and kissed her

And even in my own addiction

I really, really missed her

What I know is she is walking that same dark path

The disease will get you

And it will get you fast

My baby sister is all alone out there on the streets

I want for her so badly to be free

She is my baby sister and that’s all I am able to see

I’m often reminded that the same God taking care of her

Is the same God that took such good care of me

My sister died of an overdose

God has set her free

And He’s still taking care of her

And watching over me

POETIC TRUTH (POETRY)

POETIC TRUTH (POETRY).

STOP (POETRY)

STOP (POETRY).

DIAMONDS AND PEARLS

DIAMONDS AND PEARLS (EPIGRAM).

LUST (POETRY)

LUST (POETRY).

LUST (POETRY)

I HAVE NOTHING BUT ANTICIPATION FOR YOUR TOUCH

SO I PLAY FIGHT WITH YOU JUST TO SEEM A LITTLE TOUGH

ANYTHING FOR A LITTLE “PHYSICAL ACTIVITY” EVEN IF IT’S A LITTLE ROUGH

BUT YOU ALWAYS PULL AWAY SOMEHOW

AND TURN OUR INTENTIONS AROUND

YOU ALWAYS REMIND ME, YOUR FRIEND LIKES ME

AND COOL OUR ATTRACTION DOWN

I DONT KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU

HOW I WANT THIS TEASE TO END

I DONT KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU

I WANT YOU AND NOT YOUR FRIEND

I WRITE… (POETRY)

I WRITE… (POETRY).

I WRITE… (POETRY)

 

I scribble on some paper what my mind heard

I read it back

WOW!!

What powerful words

SEE…Words just seem to form in my mind

And when I read it back it all seems to rhyme

AND IT HAPPENS LIKE THIS ALMOST ALL THE TIME

I GET SO EXCITED

AND I JUST GOTTA WRITE IT

IT’S SO HARD TO FIGHT IT

THE WORDS THAT I HEARD

TO MOLD

THIS POET

SO I SHOW IT

SO EVERYONE CAN KNOW IT

THAT I AM A WRITER

THRU AND TRU

WHO EVER KNEW

THAT LIL OL ME

WOULD BE WRITING FOR ONE REASON

AND IT IS SO I CAN BE FREE!!!!

I am so amazed

I don’t have a clue

God gives me these words

From me to you

I think

How can this be?

Can all of these powerful words really come from me

Just when I think I have nothing to give

God gives me one more wonderful reason to live

THERE IS SO MUCH PAIN TO BE SHED 

That’s is reason to write

And one more powerful poem to be read

                  

 

Thank you, Lord for My Precious Gift.

 

 

 

 

EXILED (POETRY)

EXILED (POETRY).

EXILED (POETRY)

EXILED

I have no refuge from racism

My ancestors’ only escape was church and fire baptism

This human race is so callous

With their deliberate ignorance

Nana still praying to God for her mastas deliverance

YES SA MASA…NO SA MASA

Such tainted word

Kill that nigger were the words that I heard

Daddy was angry, cause his dreams were deemed dead

Kumbaya was our national anthem with rivers of tortured silence instead

Mamma had a baby but he didn’t look like me

He had a stream of long hair and green eyes you could clearly see

The white race left a trail of bastards never claiming one

I heard the church folks whispering

That’s mastas son

Never in their bed, they raped us on patches of earth and vacant fields instead

Lynching

Disempowerment

Physically

And psychologically enslaved

It was Martin

Harriett Tubman

Rosa Parks

And many more who were brave

They would stand us up

Spin us around

And someone in the crowd would yell

I’ll take four

And the others were useless like confederate coins after the war

There are things in this world that used to feel like a slap in the face

I WAS YOUNG

I CONFORMED WITH THE WORLD ABOUT RACE

And in the Old Testament, God separated tribes and didn’t want us marrying outside our race

It took some years but interracial marriage didn’t deserve such a precious emotion that went to waste

Now listen… 

There are a few things I just got to say

One being I was EXTREMLY ANGRY when OJ got away

Karma’s a bitch

That’s why his dumb ass sitting in jail right now today

However that statement was strong,

Dramatic

And unquestionably clear

The white race was defeated at least that’s how it would appear

Someone said they would give up their citizenship to see OJ convicted

At least that’s how they kicked it

There would have been no trial of the century if OJ’s victim was black

And ain’t no arguing that

Now they wouldn’t be so quick to say

Because black women are killed every day

 Affirmative action a camouflage for racism

Now that’s a bone I’ll throw back

To get hired just because you’re black

How racist is that?

I give thanks to God every day

For living in the era that allows me to say whatever I want to say

I’m black.

I am proud.

And I am bold

AND IF THERE IS A STORY TO TELL

BEST BELIEVE IT WILL BE TOLD

 

 

 

                      Thank you, Ignorance.