I'm So Dope

I'm So Dope that I'm considered to be a superhero to some

Making dreams reality by showing them a reflection of their greatness.

Watching the twinkle of hope reappear after life, society or negative self-talk has snatched it away like a thief in the night.  

I'm so Dope that those who many said never will, do.  They rise from the ashes of their circumstances believing in themselves, accomplishing their goals and turning negativity into success

I'm so Dope that I admire resilience, applaud perseverance, and find solace in proving naysayers wrong.

Give me the least of them and let them show you how bright their light does shine.

I'm so Dope that I find light in the darkness and fan every flicker until it shines brighter.  Blinding those who lost hope in them.

So know that if I've invested time and energy into you it's because the light outweighed the darkness and I'm so Dope that I stuck around until you were able to see it illuminate the world. 

Beyond the Bitterness

           

Bitterness is like taking poison and waiting on the other person to get sick. 

Left in a sea of misunderstanding; 

Body and soul searching for a place to land.  Treading lightly on the delicate surface.  Afraid to move forward no where to turn. 

The stench of stagnation infiltrates the senses. 

 In search of a place for the emotional waste to be dispensed. 

Drown in the sewage or wade through the s***. 

 To find life beyond the bitterness. 

Hope and Faith

I Hoped that you would put me first

Waiting patiently

Wandering aimlessly

Looking for the light at the end of the tunnel

Wishing you would see the agony behind my smile

Believing in you while all the while you continued to believe that I was unaware although she had made it very clear.  You're only reason for staying was to break the cycle

A dual parent home for them is what you desired.

While the cycle may have been broken for you

 the mending  of my heart was no where in view. 

You continued to believe my strength would endure.

 Hope made me weak

But...

My faith helps me to endure.

The  lies the pain and deceit

Laid it all at His feet.

I Hoped that you would finally see what it would take for me

To regain faith in your ability to do the only thing I ask of you...

Take care of my heart...

Now I truly understand that on this hope I can no longer stand.  This job belongs to only me my heart is my responsibility.

Hope made me feel weak while becoming wise.

Faith made strong producing a genuine smile.

Royalty

Her body births Kings and Queens

Yet they treat her like she is a garbage disposal

Unclothed she is the embodiment of perfection

Yet they disrespect her right to express herself mind body and soul

She deserves to be worshipped not objectified

Her desire to be fulfilled mentally and physically should not be seen as a disgrace

Rather the beauty of her curves represents her amazing Grace

The creator brings forth greatness through her womb.

Stop placing her greatness in the tomb 

of others expectations.

Resurrect her in all of her glory

To her rightful place without restrictions or judgement

Her body is the shell...her essence is what makes her royalty.

Soul Food

Soul Food

The emptiness inside is giving birth to the brilliance in my mind. 

Igniting the fire in my soul.

Allowing the very essence of my being to manifest.

It's not until I have nothing left that I can tap into the true depth of my existence.  

In the most dismal circumstances is when the breath of reality gives me new beginnings. 

Stanzas, verses, and lines

Meters, beats, and rhymes.

Poetry gives me life.

Like compressions to a heart out of sync.

The life produced from my internal void gives me air to breathe again.

Seeing the fullness of life outside of myself.

The focus turns from self-pity to life-giving as I nurture and raise my offspring to its full potential.

Stanzas, verses, and lines

Meters, beats, and rhymes.

Poetry gives me love.

Unconditional love that springs from my soul. By writing from these empty places, I once again feel whole.

Stanzas, verses, and lines

Meters, beats, and rhymes.

Poetry fills my soul.

Rising above the cesspool of society

Focusing on a higher diety, the one that lives in me. That craves to be set free...

Stanzas, verses, and lines

Meters, beats, and rhymes.

Poetry sets me free

Time to Heal

You chased and pursued despite being ignored.
Everything I did you wanted to be on-board.
Your persistence was commendable 
Down right adorable...
But upon gaining my trust your actions became deplorable
Your motives were either impure or had been rearranged.
No matter the reason the fact still remained
Things had changed

The irony of it all is this...

Your caring spirit keeps you from taking care of my heart 
So from your possession it may forever depart.
Placed deep inside with no doors or windows to be accessed.

You've tried to regain entry and I have seriously considered letting you in
Forgiveness is where I began.  

Then all of a sudden and out of the blue
The culprit from the past opens a fresh wound.
Digging deeper than ever rocking me to the core.
Still can't believe they had the nerve to darken the door.
What makes it worse you took the time to converse, gave access to our facilities 
And walked them to what should have been their hearse

This time you've taken it too far.
Be the bigger person you say?
That can only happen if one of us goes away.

Despite it all I still had hope but as I reflect on it all I was definitely on that dope.

Intoxicated by the illusion of happily ever after
Shot up with the smack of for better or worse
Floating on the cannabis cloud of it will get better
Tweaking on the fantasy of keeping the family together.

All the mind altering societal word drugs making me numb to my desires 
watching my dreams destroyed and consumed by the fire...

Of your lies, betrayal, and deceit
You're inability to stand your ground 
So it's time to take several seats.

Like the Phoenix from the ashes I will rise again 
Because everything  is not always as it seems in the beginning at the end.

© April 2017

Slumber

The light cascades through the window reflecting softly on your face. I watch your chest rise and fall as  life-giving fluid circulates throughout your tiny body.

Praying for a future so much better than my own. One of love, light, laughter and success.  One that allows you to experience everything good you desire.

Using obstacles as stepping stones rather than stumbling blocks.  That your heart store no hurt or malice. Striving for success while walking in your blessings.
Wisdom, Knowledge, Intuition and a Pure and Loving Heart is my wish for you.

Sleep my love...