Angry Black Woman

As I fight for my creative freedom

As I write this poem

I think of you…

Beautiful Black Woman

Who’s told to sit down shut up & take it

Don’t complain

You won’t be treated the same

Don’t raise your voice

Now you’re ghetto

Don’t play golf, tennis or any of “their” sports

Just the mere presence of you they won’t support

Where is the outrage & outcry for you?

You beautiful black woman you

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I felt real good today

I prayed for you today

Despite all the mean things you said to me yesterday

Today I felt sad for you

Today I cried out for you

Praying that the storm that’s coming your way brings out the best of you

I want that for you

Truly, I do

Not for us

but for the little person that was created

By Us

Addicted

Each Day

I’m stronger

Each Time

I’m bolder

I used to be nervous around you

Questioning my worth around you

But now I look at you knowing there’s a Queen standing next to this hurt

I don’t know what’s gotten into you

But I don’t see you the way I used to

The hold you had on me is fading

Time is healing in the waiting

I didn’t get under anyone to get over

Substitution is the temporary fix

Because your feelings you don’t want to expose em’

I’ve been a solider

Fighting through withdrawals

Not having you

For a while I could still taste you

The linger

almost

had me run back to you

Kicked it to the curb

These thoughts.. absurd

Took back control and leaned on my faith

I kicked this bad habit

And I’m back on my game

I Want It

I Want it

Without guilt

I Want it

With a compromise

I Want it

With love in your eyes

I Want it

For our souls to collide

God will always be there!

The Devil tried it

Back against the wall

And my tears

I couldn’t fight them

Sat there

I couldn’t move

Unaware of what to do

God is punishing you

The serpent whispered

You got what you deserved

Stop being so giving

Stop being so nice

That’s the devil device

To kill your hope

Steal your joy

And destroy your purpose

So today I had to fight

My God doesn’t punish

He prepares

And although I’m in pain

My God will always be there

Father Comes Home From War

He left

Left to fight a battle , A WAR of regrets

I was 8

my heart has been at WAR ever since

And around it I built a fence

Became a man quick

To keep my loved ones in or was it out?

I’ve been having a lot of doubt

Will I turn out like him and leave for WAR too?

My fear is that I’d do that to you

father never came home from the WAR

Left us to fend for ourselves

He called from the field & it was infuriating

This birth call is outdated

20 something years, you think I sat by the phone and waited?

I’ve been too busy at WAR too

Not knowing how to forgive you

Say Her Name: Marielle Franco

Screen Shot 2018-04-17 at 8.01.52 AMI didn’t know you but I loved you

I didn’t know you but I knew you

The odds were stacked against you

A statistic they wanted to call you

Yet you broke the rules and believed your voice was true

They though you were a fool

She’s running for office eh? They thought you would lose

You proved them wrong

and became the first one

It was a triumph for the people

Until Your voice was a threat

You were a black woman

They wanted to make sure you didn’t forget

You should of played the game and stayed in your place

You were a Brazilian Angela Davis that got in their face

The face of corruption and lies

Tried to make them responsible

For their haneous crimes

So they marked you & tried to erase you

Black body slain is how I met you

Say her name

Marielle Franco

She was assassinated for changing the game

Marked

You’ve been marked

Marked by God

Created for purpose

Created to win

That strength to fight another day comes from within

 

 

Teen Love Story

The Essence of you lingers

It lingers in the memories

The nights you cared for me

Gave me hope for a future

that this was meant to be

You were 15

in turmoil and strife

believing that a 16 year old would someday make you his wife

Its funny, this life

Romeo and Juliet, Tony and Maria, Benny and Nina , You and Me

It was a tragic story of love lost as a teen

 

 

 

Space

Sand on my feet

taken from concrete dreams

Watching the waves

drowning out space

Spaces in my mind

Finding time to tell me lies