Blind

Searching for the right one but her eyes won’t permit,
She’s in a world of darkness.
Never found love so relationships left her cold and heartless.
Even back then when she thought she had it,
It seems being used by him was permanent a bad habit.
Remaining all alone,
then he comes along singing the words to a brand new song,
that she inspired.
He gave her everything but she never could touch his heart
So now she’s at fault for what transpired.
On to the next one,
He has big plans,
Telling her, “Baby, one day I’m gone be your man.”
If only she could see the look in his eyes,
He spoke charming words,
But in his heart deceit belied.

Searching for the right one but her eyes won’t permit,
She’s in a world of darkness.
Never found love so relationships left her cold and heartless.
Heartless and cold are the words he used to describe her,
When he started the chase with intentions like no other.
He worked tirelessly to make her happy, make her have better days,
But being hurt by the ones before him,
All she ever felt was pain.
She was blind to how he melted every time he saw her smile,
She was blind to him being a companion that was actually worthwhile,
She was blind to him putting in so much extra work,
She was blind to him being the one that she deserved.

He would always spit lines and she would swear it was game,
But true love with her was his only aim,
So finally she realized and came to the light,
When he took her home to his parents she received her eyesight.

*Inspired by CCB

Her Script

There once was this girl who knew exactly who she wanted . . . .

He was in school but she didn’t know where
He was building a career but she dint know how
He came from a loving family but she didn’t know which
He created a name for himself but she didn’t know what
He would find her one day but she didn’t know when
He had the perfect personality but she didn’t know his traits
He had a relationship with God but she didn’t know how great
He’d be able to make her laugh when she was sad
He’d know just how to calm her down whenever she was mad
He’d bless her with children that they would cherish
He’d love her unconditionally until they perished

There once was a girl who knew exactly who she wanted, only problem is, she never found him.

Clear Your Mind

Clear your mind of random songs like Bend Ova by Weezy, President Obama’s speech on healthcare, or ya mama fussing about slowing down when the streets are wet.
Clear your mind of the confrontation with boo, or the confession from your best friend’s boo.
Yea slip into that slumber and clear your mind of insecurities of your home state education, the race against races, or the slandering of your good name.
Close your eyes and go to sleep on your worries of tomorrow,frustrations from yesterday, and the pains of today.
Release any and every mental congestion, slip into that slumber and go to sleep.

Nov 4

6:00am. Wake up to leave my college campus and go back home to the other side of town. My mom was SO GEEKED, she wanted voting for Obama to be a family affair. So we all went; before school, before work. My mom, dad, sister and I. It was a cold beautiful morning. When we got to our precinct, the line was wrapped around the parking lot. I had just turned 18 in Feb so I hadn't voted many times before but out of all the times I had been with my parents to vote there had NEVER been a line as long as this one. I guess everyone else was as excited as my mom was. As we got in line we saw all kinds of friends from church, our neighborhood, and the community. While waiting my dad took our picture. Before we went, my mom said she was going to hang the picture that we would take up on the wall but that hasn't happened yet. My sister and I also took pictures on our digital cameras. I was in a sort of nonchalant mood and I felt like I should have been more ardent but it just wasn't there for me (little did I know the thrill would come later after he was actually announced President). I thought "maybe after I vote I will get chills and feel real accomplished" but no, it didn't really happen like that.

Later that night. Sitting in my dorm room with the t.v. on, but on mute. I didn't go to any watch parties because I had a test the next day that I HAD to pass. I didn't want to miss anything though, so while I was studying, I would glance up at the t.v. every 3 minutes. I must have been slipping on keeping up because I heard screams in the hallway and then looked to the t.v. to find "OBAMA PROJECTED WINNER" flashing across the screen. At that moment studying went out the window. I started rejoicing, my roommate started crying and my hall mate was jumping up and down with her hands raised as if she was catching the holy ghost in a baptist church during a revival sermon! We went in the halls and it was even worse. Everyone was rejoicing! Running, jumping, hugging, screaming, you name it, we were doing it all. Then we all got in the elevators to take it downstairs to the lobby where even more people were. The celebration continued. When I returned to my room, I watched Barack Obama deliver his acceptance speech with my roommate sobbing in my ear. I went to the bathroom for a minute and as I was washing my hands I looked out the window and saw firecrackers going off on our band practice field. It wasn't long after that that I found out about the Obama "party" going on outside. It wasn't official at all. It was just something that happened. I had a decision to make. As a freshman band member it was strongly suggested that we either studied or practiced and that's it but that night, I was getting ready to party! I went outside to find a parking lot full of my fellow classmates in good fellowship. We all gathered with a common purpose which was to celebrate the election of our first African American President. It was beautiful. Firecrackers were cracking, music was playing, people were celebrating and everybody was just having a good time. It eventually turned into a parade. since we were in a parking lot, people started piling up in cars and driving through the crowd. I'm glad I put the books down THAT night because it will be a night that I will continue to remember forever. I soon realized that occurrences like that made me proud to be at an HBCU because I know other people weren't so lucky to have the same experience.

November 4, 2008 will always be an imperative part of my memory.

Painful Silence

Painful Silence

I open up my heart and let you in
I say come here and you reply with silence
I write you sweet love poems to further express how I feel and you reply with silence
I dance from the crown of my head to the tip of my toes
Showing you my loving caring soul
And you reply with silence
I say yes . . . . .
Nothing
I say no . . . . .
Nothing
Only when I’ve reached my wits end
Do you finally speak and reel me back in
Not one word is heard until I say something that angers you and even then its non-verbal
I can tell by your body language
Well I’m tired of trying to figure you out
I’m tired of playing the guessing game
So next time you want to suddenly express how you feel
Sing me a new song about what you think is real
I’ll reply with silence
You say no . . . .
Nothing
You say yes . . .
Nothing

Until you decide you want to get real and talk . . . . We will Share a loving bond in Silence

Your Silence tells me that you don’t care
Your silence tells me that the things I do to please you
Barely even come close to appealing you
And while I’m up
In the middle of the night
Writing lines by phone light
It doesn’t matter
Because
Just like before
You’re laying there
And I’m lying here
And
WE
ARE
SILENT

*Inspired by NDE

My Love is Red

My Love is RED

My love is red
Your love is blue
Your love is real cold with no emotions emerging from you
Your love is black, so empty and void
But somehow the mysterious darkness keeps calling me back
Your love is green
Envy and jealousy cloud your mentality when I command the attention of everyone you see
Your love is brown
Dirty and grimy like a spineless reptile that resides in the ground
Your love is white
Blank with nothingness like what you mean to me.

My love is Red
RED . . . . .
Red with warmth and comfort like the evening sun
Red like a sweet strawberry blow-pop. Hard and soft at the same time
Red like that lil red dress and 5 inch heels Sister Johnson shouldn’t have worn to church last Sunday.
Red like the rose that says I’m Sorry when I know I messed up
Red like the blood in my veins,
Ever-flowing and always going

But now, because of your jacked up Love Rainbow,
My love is red with anger from all the lies you ever told
My love is red with courage to leave you like I always said I would
My love is red with power that I’m taking beck because you never deserved to have it.

MY Love is RED!

*Inspired by NDE

Love's Mystery

Love’s Mystery

I’m infatuated with the thought of love
every aspect of it,
the joy the pain the hurt
it’s the only thing that inspires me to write
politics is sort of boring and never gave me that inclination to put a pen to the paper,
However, Love I don’t quite understand
and honestly don’t even know the true definition
so why is it that I’m so driven by this Great Unknown
maybe its just the fantasy of Love’s Mystery

*Inspired by NDE