Saturday, May 15, 2010

Love Child

Every time I look into her young eyes I can see the many nights that she's cried from all the things she's gone through
Only 12 years old and already she's written the blues 
Innocent since birth, yet victimized time and time again on Earth 
By the very people who is supposed to love her
But just like a witches evil potions she' s been cursed with the blood of the wicked
Now only God can cleanse her soul and once again make her whole 
I've watched her change colors like the sky
Black from a strike to her to eye
Purple from bruises to her physique 
Red from her stolen innocence 
Blue from the emotion representing most of her days 
For this child I pray
I pray for peace to rest in her mind as she evolve in time 
And I pray for love to cover all the coldness that lye in her heart 
And I pray for healing, healing to give her a brand new start
So that she can see for the first time in her life what is like to be a child
And not a punching bag
And not a sexual play object for a heartless man
Or a piece of garbage thrown into the garbage can 
Or target practice for a size 12 
I pray that God  will remove all the scars to reveal an untampered flesh beneath the layers this love child
And give a brand new smile
One that will radiant with beauty
Poise with laughter 
Cry with happiness 
And glow with love
I pray that her lader will be greater than her past
I pray that she will grow up to be smarter than her wounded weak mind right now
Father if there isn't another thing I ask of you throughout my days
I pray that you will deliver this baby from her inherited evil ways 
And show her that all the colors of her past represents a rainbow 
A promise to her that no matter how many storms may come into her life
She will never be destroyed from the waters that rain down from her eyes
the many nights that she's cried
from all the nightmares of her past life. 



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The Look of Love

one morning she opened up her eyes gaining full sight
and she looked in the mirror and noticed that her body was just right
she then smiled, swung her hips from side to side
caressed the plumpness of her virgin thighs
and to herself, she winked her eye

she was ready
yes ready for love
ready to be touched in places 
by the boy that she'd often dream of

and so her mind was set
she opened up and finally let him in
in her heart
in her bed
then finally in between her legs

when it was all said and done
she sighed to herself "love isn't supposed to hurt"
and she was absolutely right
but she continued to endure to hurt 
night after night after night......

until she realized that 
all she and he now had was just sex
so she decided to slow down
and surely He quit coming around
quit answering her calls
quit responding to her emails
quit texting back
leaving her hurt
misused and abused
lost and afraid to love again

then one morning she opened up her eyes gaining full sight
and she looked in the mirror and noticed that her body was just right
she then smiled, swung her hips from side to side
caressed the plumpness of her now broken thighs
and to herself, she winked her eye

she was ready
yes ready for love again
only this time she desired more than the physical
she desired real love
that you stay on my mind all day love
that I can't get enough of you love
that you're all I dream of love

so she allowed her damaged heart to open again
for someone who was not just a boy but a friend
and she slowly but surely gave in 
and it felt so right
because it wasn't just sex every night 
but and all day love
until he noticed someone else
and for the second time in her life, she was left by herself 

days turned into months
and months turned into years
of bitterness towards men 
from all her past tears 

many would approach her
but only few succeeded  
because her experiences brought knowledge
so she could tell from first meet and greet that they wasn't what she needed 

and even for the ones who had made it 
to the first or even second to third date
she scooped them right from her plate
because she realized that they didn't go well with her meal 
though the garnish was nice
she wanted something that taste real 
and could blend with everything 

and of course she's been called out her name
ridiculed and picked on and marked with some sort of label 
but what most failed to see that she is just a girl
who wants something stable

the girl next door
that down chick with the sexy body
the cutie, the hotie 
a freak in the sheets 
a woman in the streets 
sometimes a psychotic episode
or and extremely heavy load 
but a realest 
a friend
a companion 
a potential mother 
and wife 

but because she has a camouflage from love
most are unwilling to go that extra mile to unwrap her inner beauty 
and see all the beautiful pieces of her
and love her flaws and all
and appreciate everything that makes up who she is
she will continue to wait
only this time not on man
but wait on God to send a husband 
even if it takes a lifetime
but when she finally receives her blessing 
she will finally be able to 

go to the mirror, open of her eyes gaining full sight
and say it doesn't matter how I look today
because he loves me

Inspired by Arlexia James 


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RED, WHITE, AND BLUE


 RED WHITE AND BLUE

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Red

Giving me mortality by flowing through my body in the form of blood
And not just any blood
Thick, rich, deep, and sacred blood
Passed down to me from generations 
of ancestors that led to the birth of my mother and father
which led to the creation of me
Blood that is often shed when I’m wounded
Blood that is often sacrificed for others whose bodies are thirsty
Blood that is purified as it travels through my veins and pumps from my heart
A unique blend of just the right pigmentations that make me who I am
A political radical or revolutionary color that sometimes
Stain our neighborhood streets, paint the walls of many buildings, infect the lives of innocent children, and wash the floors of emergency rooms across the world
From thick to thin
Found in the bodies of women, animals, and men
With power to kill, heal, cleanse, and save from the affliction of sin
A patriotic color representing a section to the symbol we call The American Flag
The color of the sky at sunset
The color my skin turns when I get upset
A representation of warm or hot and even the emotion love
Identifying the hearts of all people
Reminding us that even in a raciest world once all is blood is shed, we are all equal


White

The definition of purity
The Essence of Snow or that tasty beverage we call milk
The color of the clouds the migrate the sky when the climate is at its best
A contrasting color to all
But sometimes a bit raciest 
Wanting nothing to do with any color other than itself
Thinking that it is better than any one else 
But often stained and named
Non-convicted murderers that hide behind mask
Waiting to kill anything that doesn’t have a similar contrast
Thinking that all power rest in its hands
Just because it is currently above all of man
In terms of its economic status and class
Not realizing that if it stood alone
The world would be pale, colorless, and blank
And everything would have the same rank
Therefore there wouldn’t be anything to gain
Not even a stain
A so called reactionary or royalist
A counterrevolutionary mind that’s like no other, but
Only strong when it has another color to call brother

Blue

The color of the clear sky or the deep blue sea
The color I feel when I’m emotionally unhappy
A rigorous, balefully murky, yet beautiful color
That falls in the top three
Number two to be exact
After all is done
2nd place is not so bad
Therefore there is no need for one express its emotion 
which is often sad 
Rather represent its antonym cheerful
And be of good spirit
Remember that blue is the color of the sky
And that Heaven is above
Therefore blue must be 2nd place to love


Red, White, and Blue
Doesn't only represent the colors of America
The represent me, they represent you


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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Elevated

This poem was inspired by so many people I've met throughout my journey. I hope that it inspires you!


I sometimes ask the questions
If God loves me, then why can’t I love myself?
Why am I only happy when I’m pleasing someone else?
Even I can’t understand
Why my desire for the love of man
Exceeds my desire for the love of God



Growing up in a small town with good looks, a nice figure, and a witty personality
Easily made me popular and earned me fame
Then I moved to a place where no one knew my name
Years of unhappiness passed and I had no one to blame, but myself
Because I got content with putting me on the bottom shelf
To help display everyone else



And as time went on, I managed to create an invisible image of myself
Even I became blind to who I was
I was lost, feeble, and confused
But I continued on allowing myself to be used
Now I’m just abused



Hurt from all the pain I allowed myself to experience
By lowering my standards and accepting less than what God said I could have
Such a fool I am
To live my life this way
And continuously pay
A debt that I don’t even owe



They say you reap what you sow
And that’s true
But if you keep allowing yourself to be consumed
You will forever feel blue
Dejected and concealed
In a state of mistaking identity
To a point of crisis



And that’s exactly where I am today
I’m afraid that if I don’t begin to change my ways
I will only have worse days
To look forward to
And because my past has proven this to be true



I have decided that today, I will start living for me again
I declare myself now loosed from the sin
Of putting others before God
I'm going to take all the memories of the old me
And create a trail that will help me find who I am
The person God Himself created me to be



And once I find my true self
I will never go back to the bottom shelf
Because I know what it feels like to be there



Consider me elevated!



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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Falling In Love With Jesus

I found myself out on the streets
Chasing,
Running,
And spitting game to every girl that I’d meet
I was an addict


Addictive to round apple bottoms
Small waist lines
Curvy hips
Big breast
And sweet full lips


Everyday I was on a mission
Like a dog in heat
I was on the hunt for my next hit


Flattering up woman after woman with charming conversation
Making them think that with me they would be elevated needless did they know
They were being victimized to my condemnation
Because all I had to offer and wanted to give was penetration


That would pierce the walls of their treasures
Allowing me to discover the jewels that were sacredly hidden
And consume their fruit
That was once forbidden


I took pride and found glory on the hunt to catch my prey
Night after night
Day after day
I’d lay sinfully in the comfort of someone else’s home
Not realizing that I was wrong
And I refused to give it up so I went on
Until I found love


And I knew I had fallen in love
Because I developed feelings of regret for my actions
And not only that
I began to receive no satisfaction
I felt drugged
For I was numb at the womb
Therefore it was pointless of me to continue to consume
The one thing that had me in gloom – for so many years


For the first time in my life
I felt torn
Broken
And withered
At this point I realized
That I had been restored
Healed
And delivered


And this new love that I had found
Was an unconditional love
The kind you can be around all day long
And still can’t get enough of


This Love was truly amazing
For when I felt down
It lifted me up
When I felt weak
It made me strong
When I felt like giving up
It pushed me to go on


This Love was like no other
Better than that of a companion
A father
A mother
A sister
Or brother


This Love was higher than the most high
And richer than the richest
It possessed more beauty than anything in the world
Even beyond the beauty of woman and girl


With this Love
I have experienced some of my happiest days
This Love made me give up
All of my evil and wicked ways
Now I find myself giving this love all my praise
For if it had not been for this Love, I’d probably be dead, sleeping in my grave
But thanks to this Love I am blessed to say that I am now saved…



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OUT THE BOX

What happened to you?
You who use to smile and laugh and just glow
But now it seems that life has you stressed
And I try so hard to reach out to you, but you push me away
And enclose yourself in your little box of self solitude
Trying to solve everything on your own
When we are in this thing together


Understanding and considerate of your needs, I am
But I think that as your partner it is selfish of you to lock me out
Of your thoughts, of your struggles, of your box
Can’t you see that seeing you unhappy makes me unhappy?
Sometimes I want to just hug you and squeeze away all the pain
But your heartless self addiction pushes me away


Truly every night for you, I pray
I pray that our latter will be greater than things are now
Because I am empty inside
I need your arms to hold me again
I need your love to console me again
I want our family to create wonderful memories that will generate stories
To tell to our grandchildren


What must we do to brighten the dark clouds that’s storming your happiness
If you just open up to me and let me help
I’ll try my best to be your rainbow
And together we will weather this storm and subdue the dark clouds
But you have to let me inside your box
Otherwise forever, you shall be confined in depression



Believe me when I say, I still love you
And I’m in this thing till death do us part
But I don’t want to be in this thing alone
I need you to join me and our children
As we continue to embark on this journey
To an endless love, so my darling I say unto you
Get out of the box!!






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Sunday, May 2, 2010

If Only You Knew

How can you sit there in the same spot every day
And allow people to just come in and play
Rubbing there fingers across your deep brown 
While tossing their objects around
Treating you as if you are nothing more
Than some cheap floor whore

The very sight of you brings shame
Yet you never complain
Having the slightest little bit of guilt
You just sit there in their filth 
Giving them a free thrill 
By allowing them to use you up like a 20 dollar bill

If only you had a heart
Maybe then you’d actually start
To feel violated
Every time you get penetrated
By the many hands
That land 
Inside your openings 

Or maybe if you had a brain
To function and explain
All the nasty things that people do
When they come in and use you
You would realize that you are being taking advantage of and that you’re very unstable
Unfortunately you have no mind because you’re just a table!!


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Park Bench Security

Every day I sit here on this park bench and I watch you
Observing every single thing about you
From the clothes you wear to the things you do

Like how you wait until you get into your car to put on your make up
And how interestingly you use a tooth brush to style the front of your hair
And how you always seem to forget something that causes you to run back inside

Every day when I sit here watching you
I find out more and more things about you

Like how you never look around to see if anyone is watching 
when you hide your spare key in the flower pot that sits next to your front door

I find it a bit funny
To see, just how easy it would be
For someone like me
To harm you

But I like you
So I sit here even when you’re gone
Just to make sure no one invades your home

Because through my watchful eyes
I’ve noticed that you move to swift to realize
That you are placing yourself in harms way
By the things you do every day
Therefore I am your park bench security


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Saturday, May 1, 2010

Born Again

Something released inside my body and created a life
Starting in the smallest form, it began to grow 
As it continued to grow, my body started to transform
Major changes occurred as I tried to hold this life inside of me
Sometimes I'd feel it kick for freedom
But my walls of flesh denied it's access to the world
I continued to hold this life in bondage
A prisoner it was to me and my body was the institution confining it of it's rights to freedom 
Sometimes It would tear at me so hard that my stomach would become upset
Other times it would just sit in one spot as if it was thinking
Thinking of a plan to attack me harder
To torture me with more blows and strikes to my inside walls
But no matter how many times it would fight me, I still managed to keep it shackled 
Sometimes tears came to my eyes
Blood ran from my veins
Sweat dripped from my pores 
And pain nearly consumed my entirety 
I got so weak
But I still battled 
I fought and I fought 
Until I started to break
The sinful flesh that I used to cover this life began to crack
Soon this life inside of me reached a point of breakage
It's arrival was so intense that it nearly destroyed me
Finally, I had released this life that I had kept in bondage for so long
When it was free, It looked at me and I noticed that we looked just alike
And I realized that we had a lot in common 
We were both fighters
Strong creatures with power
But unlike me, his power was beyond human
It seems that the battle he and I had
Didn't harm him at all
But it left me damaged
I stirred at him and he looked at me
As if He wanted to say something
But all He could do was scream and cry
Soon after, I died




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