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Y-O-U

U are like a poem fresh off the brain
U are like a surprise anticipated, yet unexpected

U are like rain laughing on my window
U are like a crazy throwback on the radio
U are like the smell of blueberry muffins and Quaker’s oatmeal in the morn

U are like that classical song
“Afternoon of a Fawn”

U are like the sun spying through my blinds
U are like the cold side of my pillow
U are like warm water to my scalp
U are like my favorite perfume
U are like Y-O-U
And I love you
Truth

Y-O-U-2

U are like mist on the grass at dawn
U are the scent of a candle’s yawn

Lemonade to my tongue
The naive hope and dreams of two lovers young

A glass of Kool-Aid in the shade
the look of a fine boy with a fresh fade

a baby’s touch on my face
and their smell of dried Similac cannot be replaced

a luscious kiss placed just right on my neck
Neo Soul that hits the spot

My favorite cereal, ice-cream
Fruit and flower before it rots
U are inspiration, motivation I lack
the ultimate truth to divine destiny
Which without u I’m held back

U are Y-O-U
And that’s what I can’t get enough of

Truth
And
I’m done…

Reciprocity

All I want is reciprocity
How can someone deny themselves
Disrespect the insides
Mutual exchange or aid; cooperation – reciprocity
Give and return mutually; act in return or response
Reciprocate
In mutual relation; concerning, given or owed by each with regard to the other –
By each with regard to the other –
Reciprocal…
Can I be me? And you be you?
In relation with one another?
You owe me…
You

Rejection

Dang…this ish is f’d up
To bare the brunt of your pity or be the occupant of your humor
To be the object of neither, not an ounce of your thought atall
Dang…this ish is f’d…
To be in a galaxy all alone…adrift until infinity flips on itself
Never a hope of your care, your rescue, a truth never existing to be proven to little ol me
But…f’ it.
I got things to do
I’ma go head and get up.

Sever Snapp

And just like that
Ya girl is back
Ya girl is back
No longer allowing attack to the dome
nor the throne
Where my heart sits fly
Where I barely rarely cry
Resting not stressing
Like a no text reply
Now I’m undressing the testing
Like a genius progressing
cause my iq is high
MJ say “why why”
root word of trials
be try, so neva give up
cause The Lord is nigh
So hello and goodbye
And ya know I’m riiiiiiiight
I can’t hear you choir?!
I say…can’t hear you choir?!

Twenty - Nine

29
Is coming around the corner
Feelin like an 8 ball
Corner pocket
Success socket
Nothing but net
Worth - I’m fully walkin in
Eyes bright clean vision
God said now go!
And I’m not looking back
Gone
Took a while to get here and
To feel complete in me
No stopping me future in my presence
Hope in my hair
Ambition in my eyes
Gratefulness in my heart
Fire in my feet
Grace in spirit
Excitement and confidence
abounds me
Shed all the dead

So my woman could truly live
Motivation tangible and breathing
Pulsating surging
Couldn’t find it in me before
But knew it was deep inside
Just had to get to Twenty – Nine
I’m here
World you ain’t ready for me.

Understand
Hey…come here, I got something to say:
I am woman, humanly amazing. So heavenly that if you stare too long, expect temporary
blindness per my aura meets my halo. I am a being that is connected to everyone and
everything in my path, so don’t proceed to touch what you can’t comprehend – my power
is not to be perceived. When you are blessed by my presence – you hear me, see me
coming only as royally as I can, for I am a Queen – the belly of your livelihood I once fed
from my very own should shoot memories to your dome of the unearthly magical being
that I am…your heart should arrest in joyous aching awe because you recognize that you
only are because I am, and your whole world would not exist without me.
Are we clear.

Soul Sista

I see you sista
I be you sista

I feel you
Your glow you
I soul you sista
Queenly cosmetic
We The Whole World

We birthed
And they ain’t seen nothing yet

Let’s connect on the root
Our fruit bearing all our worth

Love love love

My sista my sista
I see you

Young People
Young people
My young people
Why are we so insecure
Why do we hate ourselves now more than before
Why do we despise the good we see in our kin
Why do we glorify our sin
Why isn’t our joy each other’s own
Why is it that each man/woman is for his or herself
Why isn’t loving our people a common home
Why does enslavement - in all its forms - keeps us from bettering ourselves
Sisters
My sisters
Why do we aspire to compete
Why don’t we get that we’re sisters
Why don’t we comprehend what that means

Is it so hard to believe that we’re nothing but royalty
All born to be Queens
Brothers
My brothers
Why is being a man sometimes so far-fetched
What will it take other than systemic racial, societal, economic, and imprisonment prey set-
backs to subside the excuses from not believing in yourselves
Why is the black woman’s desire for your best such a burden
Sisters why do we put our kings down and not greet another sister with a smile but a frown
Brothers why do you kill for the thrill of death due to hate because you succumb to deceit
that it’s love
Children
My children
Why do you not know your past
Why do you not yearn for it like food
that’s fast
You have a future so vast
Black Young People
My Black Young People
Let’s love our people
Our future that can be because of our past
And let’s love ourselves
And our generation
Because you know not day nor the hour
When He comes
Our generation might be the last

Freedom Forward

Co-heir with Christ, bearing the sins of the world
The juxtaposition, double consciousness, willingly unwillingly a sacrifice one time too many
A Black woman, both God and man
The last shall be first, until then we continue to stand

Holding our ground, our minds, our kin,
Infinite prayers at a time
Carrying our young on our hips, in our hearts, and in caskets prematurely
Our blood that is shed, saves lives then nations we birth so many
We march, we fight with our intellect and instincts of our past
Our history so rich, so great superseding the trials ever cast
In Christ our identity, we find freedom in our uniqueness, in our diaspora, our ancestors
calling
Then watch the world we created take credit for our culture, taint it with life-less-ness, like
they made it, use our greatness for evil and try to use it against us.
Just justice still stalling
In a cage or in our minds, echoes of shackles they try to keep us
But we keep on forward keepin on
Because full freedom we’ve yet to see for us
And a foretaste of the glory is just too sweet to wait, so trust
The work to be done ain’t done until the unseen is seen
How long must one climb the same staircase to fruition of a deferred dream
There can be change, but “the powers that be” must be shifted
Satan can’t run our government and we just be content with it
Together, we must flip the political game on its head, because without the least of these
America would be dead
We are all but visitors here, but since we gotta live in it
Freedom is our right and our required action is immediate
Take back our youth, evoke our vote, reform and invest our education, and communities
Champion our men, our women, our children
Taking down our one true enemy
Black family is royalty
The truth will always prevail in our favor
The kingdom of Heaven can come down
Forward to our Freedom is up to us
We are our Saviors

Gray

I was taught gray was black and white
I guess that’s about right
me being evening
Not day or night
Of course Mulatto is the correct term for my skin
But gray is who I am
It is how I feel
Like my life is cloudy
But just as clear as sin
I don’t work in the fields
But I’m still a slave
I live in the Big House
But my bed is a grave
I am just as far from free
Because my Master terribly loves me
Or is he my daddy
The same one who terribly loved my mommy?
It is just too confusing for me
So I’ll just settle for being gray

Golf

What do I know about golf?
I know it’s a concentrated
Skill game
I know Tiger Woods

Can really play play
and changed the whole world
With his golf game
Healthy competition it is
I know Wii
And how on it golf is my favorite game to play
I know it’s an all day game
That I could watch or play
If I was ridin in the cart
Buggy-ing you
Hittn a putt putt or two
Being all the pars u’ll ever need
And any idea of a sunny day, green meadows, sand pits, ponds with ducks and geese, a
breeze or no breeze
Crowd or no crowd
Jus the rays from your smile
Or chirps from the birdies
And chasing something new like Pilgrims treading the Oregon Trail
But the next stop is just as familiar as the last hole
Where the ball never stops
And falls in
Love
And make me write a poem about golf
4 no reason
Which really ain’t about golf
Cause I don’t know about golf
But I jus feel like sometimes we got a hole in one
What’s ur opinion?

Cut Glass

You looking at me like I’m cut glass
Does my image frighten you?
So you try to break me just to
Get a glimpse of you
You touch me and I cut you
But your reflection ain’t on me

You looking at me like I’m cut glass
Poof be gone

I don’t see you, crazy
I’m not you but you wanna be me

Racism is so fkin lazy

Dance with Me

Dance with me
Or don’t
I’ll jig, rock, bounce, two step
Twirl on my cloud 9
I’ll dance with my divine self
Cause every day is a joyous
Occasion as I walk through
I’m alive and art imitates me
So move around my brush stroke
Or dive in my water colors
Snake between these color lines
And see. Be. If only. We…the
Gallery

Daydreaming

The butterfly chases me down the steps to my car…
If I stop eating after 7:30 pm would I really lose weight?
Who did shoot the Sheriff?
I know I can go far if I just get out of here…
I could paint the color blue all day – I think…
Why do lightning bugs only come out at the end of summer?
I miss my old house, though if I went back it wouldn’t change anything, maybe…
Weeping Willows calm me, not sadden me…
Why do I love Prince so much?
Purple’s not even my favorite color…

Did You Ever

Did you ever have an inspire
Pulled a poem from my pocket and this is what it said

Love, hopes, and dreams
Art bare me the words
I wished upon the truth
And it replied

Did you ever have an inspire

Dream On

Thank God for Dreams, for the gift of Dreams
His Gifts that feed Dreams
Our desire, His desire
Our dream, His dream

I see the vision, Lord make it plain.

Easy

Ever wanting to touch you
Always needing to hold you
Seeing easy
Yearning easy cause…
Since you…easy is all I’m susceptible to
Easy is what it is…with you
Even when it aint

feel me?

Are There Band-Aids for the Blamable

Are there band-aids for the blamable?
When I know all of the things not to do
For I have advised many in seeking relationship potential
But in the fire you can’t see the flames for the smoke in your eyes and you’re choking
Is there relief for the inconsolable for what you pitch is not what I wished, but maybe what
is needed

Foolishness E’ finite

Fool am I if I let a tear drop on this paper that’s dry into a full out cry
Over you
Foolishness
This is what I can’t seem to…
Shake the thought
Of you
Wanting something
That doesn’t want truth to be truth
You know the things you do…
Showing it in dramatic displays of feelings
Warped in obvious
Instinct drilling
Me into spiraling
Confused and construed notions/motions
Of how I should feel/be around about you

By the things you do
Which in reality
It doesn’t make any difference

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Damn you Dwele…blaring love/hate jisms through my speakers
That stir me with delight and disdain

This is not the time to bare witness to your melodious lyrical goodies
When that nigga is back again in my life, in my thoughts, deep in the red beet of my left

chest that’s still on clearance
Godbless you Dwele…Damn!

Black is Beautiful

Black is Beautiful
Black is Free
Black is You
Black is Me

So simple
Yet profound
Black is love
Are you down?

Black is movement
Black is sound
Black is cape
Black is crown

Black is classic
Black is new
Black is timeless
Say you ain’t been schooled!

Black is kindness
Black is style
Black is generous
Everybody stays for awhile

Black is forever
Can’t ignore if you tried
Black is the truth
Rebuking white lies

Black is black is brown is deep rich hues
Is yellow is cream is mahogany and Carmel too
Black is life is world is ubiquitous
Black is food for your soul
By now ain’t you hip to this?

Black is cool, hot, rhythm, wow
Black is yaaaassss!, whew chile!, okaaaaay!
Can’t help but smile
Black is on everybody’s watch, compass, TV dial
When you look in the mirror
I bet you Black is found!

Muse

Black. Black. Black. Black. Black you are
Rich, delicious, as the blackened sky illuminated by constellations
Your perfectly pink lips, like delicate pursed orchids set against a velvety ebony canvas,
your face…arrested me…the way that I was arrested – hands up – don’t shoo…moment of
silence. All honor to my beautiful black kings.
Then, had nerve to visit your eyes and my breath stumbled.
Your eyelashes, long like curled palm leaves…beauty for ashes…
Good Lord, He blessed you. Ago? Ame. Ase.
Your profile made pen pause…it’s been a minute since I wrote.
Forgive me, your impeccable style and sense of self spoke.
Your words, too real to be fabricated for social media fame.
Had my mind co-signing my attraction because let’s be real – I don’t know you to know
what I feel…want to get to know you if you’ll have me.
What power defines your name. Would you tell me?
Got me like…
I ain’t neva eva neva had a real-life social media crush
Damn. Beautiful soul you are.
Can I have you?
Or like Eric Roberson say, can I borrow you?
Man crush everyda…No. BLACK MAN crush in every way.
At least have you
Have you as my muse

Infectious
Melanin Poppin
Crisp collar watch
And
Your smile
Pearly whites
I fold in
Your joker nice
My Ace
And I still get butterflies
Whatever you say
I wanna hear it twice

Can’t Sleep
3:24 am got a lot on my mind

Head is spinning
Know me you’d argue it’s the liquor

But I’m not even drunk
Guess that makes me an alcoholic

Sh*t I can’t call it
Can’t call you, would be suicide
And you kill me when you don’t answer the phone – homicide

Dead - Twice.
Though nothing can take the place of looking in your eyes

Because sometimes even brick walls have windows
And therein lies truth
Miscommunication

I’m knocking on your window, but you’re on top of the roof
Aretha say, “would you call me? The second, the minute, the hour…”

Please?
Always have always will
I love yoou, I love yoou, and I loove you…would you call me

cause I can’t sleep

In Motion

Dance
Break free
And let your soul come alive
Go back back to your youth
Let’s get vintage
Becoming the conversation piece
You and your former self now
Rap about
You so cool
Fun and free

Own it Be it
In Black or White

Living in Color
Tell the ground to shut up and watch

Your feet fly
They say the world is your oyster
I say art is my sweet potato pie

So live to stay alive honey
Live to stay alive

Indian Man
Indian man
Indian man
Beautiful beautiful Indian man
Your lovely skin, wrinkled and clay
Your gorgeous hands smooth, but aged
Your white hair coarse, not too straight
Your great-grandfather was Blackfoot you say
Your beauty is striking
Blessed vision of you
You made my day

Bold

To dare to dream
To fly somewhere over the rainbow
And art is your pot of gold
To touch that ribbon in the sky for some love
To say I love you with no account of how wrong love has spun you
Because you’re bold
And love runs on
Through the emotion of your own song
Which is 27 bars, 62 chorus’ long
Cause you wrote it with the amount of time that that man doth recur your mind
And just the feel of it makes you dare to dream
And just the thought of it makes you act extreme
And your hope climbs crystal stairs balancing on the art that he’s all
Inspiration to search for ribbons in the sky when
The pot of gold is only so so
Satisfying
realizing
It’s actually, truly, finally
my turn to love
Boldly

Inspired

Write write – you make me write
You make me want to write
Yeah sometimes you make me want to write
I have to write
Write write
Right?
Before I lose my inspiration
What illusive inspiration you are
Got to get it all down

Words fall into place all its own
Perfection
My writing is perfection when you’re my inspiration
Where have you been others might say
But I say how long can you stay
Because I want to publish…soon
So I write now, okay?
Okay?
I write

New

Scared.
I see you
But I never saw you coming
Frightened me that all the cool I thought I knew of me
Flew
You’re not the coffee I’m use to
All cream
And no bean
New brew
Something scary
So I see you seeing me. and feeling me.
And vibing with me
And I respond with disbelief
Thus pretending I’m not feeling what you’re sensing
Pacifying it as you just being friendly
When you make me act silly in the presence of many
When I only see you in the room
And it’s scary
And I’m scared.
Cause I see beyond my fear
I see a vision
A future possibility you and me
Crazy cause I didn’t even see you coming
How am I suppose to act
What am I suppose to do
Never. Saw. You. Coming.

You are truly something new

Life Lessons

And maybe one of those spirits was an old one sneaking up cause you are passionate and
attractive and mysterious which I relate to
And thus I am in random form but wanting to connect more
You smell divine and skin soft and smooth…tattoos in right places bad boy body mood
never gets construed – upon site but I beam through you like lasers
Your dark comfort still pierced by the light of your innocence
Yet your glow is more like the moon
And then I get a whiff of your scent again
Funny how I believed I’ve pinned you
Like this ain’t nuttin new
Prime considered past by society’s standards but your youth still rides you while you try
denying your rebellion
Don’t want to conform but not sure how to transform
Lord forgive me for wanting to help you like it’s take it back to my dorm room – dayz
Faith frozen til you find your way the way in which intangible makes sense and becomes
tangible in your sense-s
Still you reach climbing dreams – that you’ll probably reach
Scraping at whatever keeps you afloat – that confidence believing you’re the G.O.A.T.
But throwing all else by the wayside Kinda stuck in the 80s like Bayside got me a lil churnin
on the inside
Cause I vibe but wanna rock you like I had you and you’re mine
Which maybe you could be droppin nuggets like you should be
Simple knowledge profoundly shaking me awaking me
Rhetorically thinking as you speaking applying it to me like how I encourage you to apply
the Daily Bread
And I feel that you heard what I fed me ministering to you cause I was told to
And Lord forgive me cause I need to if I plan to stay around but ain’t got all the answers to
if I wanna be down
In your own man grown man – which is sweet like paternal/maternal
But know you can’t be the one if your life ain’t eternal…His name is Jesus…

So I love you like Christ loves us
End of story.

Who is He
Some say He is the King of Jews
King of Jews born in Bethlehem
Some say he dwelled the earth 33 years a man
All this is true and much more
Here’s what sticks with me
He is the Trinity, died and arose for me
The 1st day of my life – was Calvary
He could’ve abandoned that tree
But I possess the gift of life through eternity
Because yes, He loves me
Without him, there would be no one
Literally, figuratively
Grace and Mercy is the reality
Who is He
Ha, that’s easy
Jesus

U

U eye think about every day
U’re married and eye want u anyway
U’re 46 & I’m 18
U’re an inspiration & a fantasy
U’re a star & I’m just a fan
I’m still a child & ur a grown man
U belong to another & eye still depend on my mother
But eye don’t care what the circumstances are that exist
U’re like my favorite dessert – a funnel cake, waiting for new music from you
Like waiting for carnival time just to get it – eye can never resist
Eye love ur music & the way it makes me feel
Everything about u is beautifully real
All eye want is the chance to meet u
Yes eye saw u in concert, & eye miss you
Don’t think I’m crazy or insane
Eye just love u & want to “Call Ur Name”
Prince, if u ever want to meet one of ur most adoring fans
Who is young but would gladly take ur hand
& if she ever decides to leave
Eye ask that u only remember me
Until that time if loving her u change u’re mind
Jus remember I’ll be in the stands
Loving u
Simply deep expression from
A loyal #1 fan hopelessly devoted to you

-2004

Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow I see you
I know who you are
There’s not many of you together
There’s not many of you apart
No, not many of you around
But, I could spot you near or from afar
I’m always looking for you
when I’m driving in my car
Or when walking on the street
Cause I love you
You’re my favorite tree
When I get my house I want you on every corner, up and down the street
Yeah, when I build my house
Everywhere you’d be
Yep
Weeping Willow
You’re the most beautifulest tree
When God made you – He broke the mold, He really did His thing
You may be crying or just singing
But whatever you do, when you weep, just keep on weeping
Cause to me, in the wind
It sounds so sweet

Pressure

Young but
Old enough
Where’s your career girl?
Your house, your stuff?
Ain’t you healthy, why you can’t stay well
Ain’t you fit girl, what you eatin girl
Are you aging, I can’t tell
How’s your mood girl, is you happy?
What’s the deal
Are you stuck girl, you mad girl?
Keep it real
How’s your faith girl, do you fast girl
Have you prayed
Too much pressure?
Did you succeed or fail today
Are you progressing, digressing
What’s on your mind
Who’s your real friends, that support you
Want the best for you, are they nigh?
How’s your love life
Is you married, ain’t got no kids?
What’s wrong girl
Ain’t you 30
What’s the deal?
Where’s your options
Time is ticking
Fish on your tail?
Steading flocking
Too much pressure
This one’s well…
Don’t want to settle
But you ain’t the kettle
Heart don’t feel well?
How’s your money
Still ackin funny?
Got mo expense than dreams come true
Are you dry girl

How deep your well girl
Are you in love with you?

You’ll be Alright
You will rise like the Phoenix
Glow like the sun
Beam like the moon
Shine like the stars
Sparkle like the dew
When this pain passes
Over boy
Over love
You will be new
Alright?

Lady Anne

See I be the poetist
With the most flow finesse
That sits somewhere over the rainbow
past Jupiter’s equator,
rendezvous in heaven
and then back
I spit melodic, lyric grained imagery
To metaphorically personify
life’s exposed to me
Thus, I humbly and joyfully share
All the things of which I care