He saved me with his words

He got that poetry
It sits in his soul
That tongue was made to speak
words sweet as honey

I'm his nectar
his substance
the source of his inspiration.

The mouth is his sword
slashing through the vines that entangle my heart
He is my black knight
my Lancelot
Saving me from myself

The fairy tale sounds quite lovely
true story
Save me
love me
let me taste the poetry that flows from your tongue
no fear
no inhibitions
you and me as one

Craving

I'm spinning
its like the room wont stop
this ride is scary as hell
I waited and waited
just to get a taste
that overwhelming feeling,that makes my heart race

late nights you awaken me
Keep yo ass out my dreams
that shit is pure, untainted ,
but the truth always is
I wanna be your lover,
but you see me as your, "Homie, Lover, Friend"

So keep yo ass out my dreams
leave my heart alone
I got the "Jones" for a man,
who's heart is unthroned
Hiding behind fear, afraid to lose himself in the thought
that the woman I am could be enough.


When a man finds a woman,
he has a found a good thing.
That Black Love shit ain't overrated, its as real as can be.
when our bodies touch
we glisten
ebony twilight, steals the night
We make love and the world stops
My heart pounds,
The strength of your lips, steals the the breathe of me
with every stroke, you take a piece of me
But I give that shit unselfishly

Cause I'd rather love a man,who's my friend
Then to be untrue to me
That Black Love shit is real
You are the epitome

SISTAS

To all my brown skin beauties,
who felt they weren't light enough,smart enough, loved enough.
You are beautiful! you are a reflection of  all things possible, reminder of the struggle, and a hope for the future
I'm not giving up on you.
You are my "SISTA"
Don't let the wickedness of the world take away your goodness, your consciousness, your self awareness.
That beauty runs deep
within the walls of a malnourished heart.
It is a pure and rare treasure that is all bountiful.
Focus on that melanin

 I am rare, I am a product of my environment, the best that comes from it.
that melanin in your skin is priceless
they tan, but still cant acquire it.
Imagine knowingly putting your life at risk, to obtain a color that you fear the most.
Ironic isn't it?

Look at that power you possess in the palm of your hand, its yours just hold on to it.
Don't let the stereotypes of many, transpose in your mind

You are beautiful, you are intelligent, you are capable, and strong willed.
You are the possessor of success, love, courage, and wisdom
You are the descendant of ebony features, a prized commodity, a force to acknowledge
Sit upon that thrown and rule accordingly

The beat goes......



D j won't you play this girl a love song, melody that sways the hips and grabs the soul
My only request is that you don't make me weep, love don't live here anymore, so to speak
D j  won't you play this girl a love song, the twist of her hips will ease the pain,
Swell my body with that bass, I need to feel all your range

I'm gonna let this dance floor be my therapy, sweat out this frustration, ease my pain
my only request is that you play, play what I need, how I need it, do as you see fit
Because when you giving me something I can feel , ain't no time for regrets.
I just wanna slow wind, and work up a sweat.
when your rhythm dips inside of me I feel it in my soul
fast, slow ,fast ,slow, fast ,slow, the tempo goes

let that mix be my soundtrack, I don't give a damn who's watching
Undress me with your eyes, put me together like a bridge
I'm entangled in this beat, a victim to your skills
Let me remind you, why you do this
Let me feel it out loud
Tame my body with that chorus, I 'm drawing a crowd
It can be our secret ,nobody has to know
because while that bass is jumping, I'm moving for you
Climax of that track, gotta me screaming inside
D j wont you play this girl a love song, melody that sways the hips and grabs the soul
My only request is that you don't make me weep, Love don't live here anymore, so to speak

Have we forgotten?

Is it the crown of hair upon her head that makes her a woman?
The tender touch of her palm that brings ease to men
Possibly the floral prints that hug her curves exude femininity
Does commanding a room when you enter make you a Queen?
Can that stare of yours silence a crowd?

The strength of tribal queens dwelling inside you
surely their palms were not tender
yet calloused from tending field and house
contributing to the work of men

For hours their presence in a room was ignored
No stares from weary eyes, come and go with heads bowed
Crowns contrived of rags, covering ebony plaits
Did this make her less of a woman?

Not privy to the glare of lustful eyes
Duties fulfilled, belly swelled
Birthing a generation gives pride?
The bond between mother and child
Unspoken ties
First touch, first lessons, first love.
nourishment from the bosom
womanly homage?

Floral prints hugging curves that entice male eyes
paint encumbers her face, covers the lies
Highlighted locs draped to her narrow waist
She has capture the secret to femininity
hiding your feelings of insecurity, in a selfie.

The essence of beauty
The strength of many
All that is woman
All that is you
All that is me

To be or not to be?

As I scrolled my FB TL the past few weeks the infamous ring has stared me in the face. a simple diamond, a huge diamond, or the simple gold band. For 2.5 seconds I submit to rolling my eyes, a flash of jealousy emerges and then a smile spreads across my face. Another one bites the dust, a social media fairytale, equipped with an uploaded wedding album, electronic e-vites, bridal shower reminders and lets not forget the announcement pictures. I'm not knocking love, trust me I'm in love with love! It just can get to be a little much when you having been on the dating scene, nd everywhere around you there are reminders that you are still single. Now I am not opposed to marriage, its just the engagement announcement the gets me. I used to be the type who flip through the pages just to see that announcement of love and commitment and I would think to myself she's lucky, she found love! Being in my 30's and still unwed kinda rubs you hard. I mean I have yet to even be a damn bridesmaid LOL. Not that I'm missing something(catering to a bridezilla, who reminds you daily that she's marrying her soulmate and life is perfect) I'll pass. The response I hate is "This is sooo unexpected", "I had no idea he was gonna propose", I just nod and smile. Engagements are not unexpected they are thoroughly planned my dear, a woman leaves hints, she invites you to weddings, talks about the future i.e., how many kids she wants, neighborhoods, career goals. Then the big one " where do you see this relationship going". She's damn near planning the wedding in her head!

From the Disney classics Cinderella, Rapunzel, Little Mermaid, as woman we saw the image of a "perfect man" or "Prince" rescuing us. Oh to be rescued ! swept off our feet and experience true love, every girls dream right? Well what they should have shown was the damn truth, the first man you meet will not be prince charming, you're gonna have to kiss a lot of damn frogs to find your prince. The anticipation is gonna leave you susceptible to a lot of losers and possibly a few boogeymen, and when prince charming finally arrives after you have met Prince Deceitful, Prince Conceited, and Prince Selfish, that man will appear to be a breathe of fresh air, your true Hero. Prince charming has rescued you from what you thought would be years of dating the wrong kind of man. Its perfect, he's perfect, the timing is perfect, and you couldn't be happier. The first thought that enters you mind is ..........what if?

What if this man is the ONE? What if he's serious? What if he we last a while? What if he loves me? What if I love him? What if he proposes?  OMG!! you can't hold all this in so you call your single girlfriend and tell her about this "perfect man" you met. How he's a gentleman, treats you wonderful, swept you off your feet. And what does she say " Girl you better hold on to him, I wish I could meet someone like that". Let the games begin. You invite him to meet your family, hoping you meet his, hinting around about it. Eventually you meet his folks, you think wow I'm special I met his mom, she might even like me or maybe not. Then you make suggestions on what you guys should do, stop letting him plan the dates, you take the lead. You spend nights at his house, leaving miscellaneous items, toothbrush, earrings, panties. You call him at odd hours to see if he answers. You guys swap keys, its getting serious. Then you scare the hell out of him, not understanding that a man doesn't like to be rushed, not knowing that a man prefers to "think" he makes his own decisions. You nudge him a little, tell him your dreams, goals, your perfect idea of family and how you would like to get married one day, how many kids you want. At that moment he is scared to death, he thinks you're changing that you're trying to change him.

Sooo.... It happens one Thursday. He calls you, he plans for dinner. So your Girl brain says this is it!
I won, the hard work paid off, I made it through, he is gonna pop the question! This man truly is perfect. He professes his love for you while he's waiting for the check, telling you how fun it was, how he enjoyed the times you shared, how great the sex was, how you guys had this damn cosmic connection and that he will always remember you. Wait....what? what you mean remember me? I'm not going any where. you're scanning his face maybe he's a little nervous. Nope ! he's not nervous he's just not ready. You have managed to scare this man, this man you thought was perfect turned out to be just a man, a man who thoroughly enjoyed you but wasn't married to marry you. He liked being intimate with you, he loved your cooking, your family loved him, he was always punctual, romantic, and seem genuinely interested in all that was you. So while your biological is ticking, every woman you know with eggs is getting married you're not. You have managed to let your "perfect man" to walk away.

Now this is not the case for everyone. There are men who are actively seeking a potential mate to spent the rest of their lives with. Maybe rare but not unheard of. The lead has to come from the man, you can not put the idea in his head, you can not trick him, you have to let him assume his role. No, you do not have to wait around you can date, you can make yourself occupied but I wouldn't suggest putting your time energy and availability at the mercy of another. If a man is interested he will call, he will make plans, he will say what he wants, he will make attempts to let you know what his true intentions are and in the end he will show you. In the mean time just pick wisely don't except what ever type of man that blows your way, stick to your standards and voice how you feel upfront about relationships and what you expect. Be patient, find interest, don't let him be your focused, and yes its hard but don't compete with outside relationships. There Is no time stamp on love and no bar to compare it to, except your own. Of course we get a little envious when see wedding gowns and he about the perfect engagements. But when the wedding is over and the reception has come to an end, you're back from your dream honeymoon, Its just you and this man for the rest of your lives. So make sure he's the "right one", not he perfect one. Those kind of men aren't in the fairytales. Sometimes he's the guy we never thought to give a chance.