My soul sista,
I oh so wanna grow old wit cha,
Can a man that recognizes your worth please roll wit cha??
Ill initiate today to finger paint a 100 years old picture of you, me and our ancestors
Youre the genuine splendor gender
Emotional strength joy and pain blender,
The center of most universes, you use divergence for septic reemergence
from having to deal with the gutter attitudes
From self destructing niggas cruising on low altitudes,
Stuck and infused to be remained less-clued
On how valuable and precious that is of your hue
That color of your history can be seen thru the iris at any view.
Ill navigate across your uncharted sequoia,
Gravitate in love towards your deep emerald forests,
Be unconditionally supportive,
Not thru material treasures of royalty
But displaying traits and trends of MEN once traveled before us,
That, will provide sufficiently for our loyalty
Giving you the energy of the Sun is how we should spoil you.
I will no longer watch at half mass, at a half pass 12
2 be 3 minutes late, 4 you to feel anything less than great,
Unless its 8 lives that I have to give,
And Id still feel more than appreciative to have you love me just 1nce.
So, my soul sista,
I oh so wanna grow old wit cha,
Can a man that finally recognizes your worth, please roll wit cha??
Jay Alexander
I'd like to meet:
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou
Music:
Ecstacy
What I wouldn't do to be next to you
The last time we were together
the way you pressed my hot body
against your Benz car seat leather.
brought me nothing but pleasure
A quickie was all you asked for.
but we both know it turned
into something so much more.
We had to keep it down,
so the neighbors wouldn't awake
for some bomb sex, your marriage
was at stake
and you knew if she found out,
she would take the kids and shake.
You slipped it in as I softly let out
a moan and then you started hittin it,
I hit back until you groaned.
I held my hand over your mouth,
while you came in me
and to my surprise you rolled your
eyes and named me ecstacy
Before you could pull out,
I pushed you back inside
and let your seat back, and
comensed to ride.
I rode you til your body shook
and sweat made you wet and glisten
then I whispered in your ear and
told you be quiet and listen
I said be cool, I know what to do
and I don't plan to stop
then I began licking your body
like a lollypop
Quiana Nicholson
Television:
why?
I was staring at your picture
Wondering why We went our separate ways
A picture worth a thousand words
I held in the palm of my Hand
With so much love visible
Like the writing on the wall
It was apparent that I ask the question
Why? No apparent answer was present
Something we both would have to
Figure out But in the meantime came that old question
Again Why were we apart
Why was my love for you blowing in the wind
Like a cool spring morning Awakening each and everyday
Without purpose And I told myself to pick up the phone
And make us right again
Ainsley L Tracey
Books:
A Chocolate Dream
Last night as I slept a thought creeped into my mind.
a image so clear and perfectly defined.
Your body milk chocolate wrapped up with mines.
My caramel skin touched yours, the feel was so fine.
As we lay we explored the sweet taste of lips.
Tongues collided in and out of endless dips.
As we merged ourselves into this chocolate sensation.
I wondered should I indulge in this temptation.
But no time to think as I watch this dream unfurl
Our legs intertwined reminded me of caramel swirls.
All I can say to myself was what a treat for my thoughts.
Candy wrappers being removed was actually clothes coming off.
As our bodies meshed, we melted into a perfect mess.
And dripping chocolate and caramel was actually our body sweat
Lynesha Lima
Heroes:
The Negro Mother
Children, I come back today
To tell you a story of the long dark way
That I had to climb, that I had to know
In order that the race might live and grow.
Look at my face -- dark as the night --
Yet shining like the sun with love's true light.
I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea
Carrying in my body the seed of the free.
I am the woman who worked in the field
Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield.
I am the one who labored as a slave,
Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave --
Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too.
No safety , no love, no respect was I due.
Three hundred years in the deepest South:
But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth .
God put a dream like steel in my soul.
Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal.
Now, through my children, young and free,
I realized the blessing deed to me.
I couldn't read then. I couldn't write.
I had nothing, back there in the night.
Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears,
But I kept trudging on through the lonely years.
Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun,
But I had to keep on till my work was done:
I had to keep on! No stopping for me --
I was the seed of the coming Free.
I nourished the dream that nothing could smother
Deep in my breast -- the Negro mother.
I had only hope then , but now through you,
Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true:
All you dark children in the world out there,
Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair.
Remember my years, heavy with sorrow --
And make of those years a torch for tomorrow.
Make of my pass a road to the light
Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night.
Lift high my banner out of the dust.
Stand like free men supporting my trust.
Believe in the right, let none push you back.
Remember the whip and the slaver's track.
Remember how the strong in struggle and strife
Still bar you the way, and deny you life --
But march ever forward, breaking down bars.
Look ever upward at the sun and the stars.
Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers
Impel you forever up the great stairs --
For I will be with you till no white brother
Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother.
Langston Hughes
