The Evolution of Love
From wishing for fairytale love to realising that real love is better than any fairytale could be.
From wishing I had a soldier to realising that with true love I don’t want a soldier any longer for I have the colonel.
From wishing for that perfect man to realising that with true love what others may view as imperfections I view as your uniqueness.
From wishing for prince to come rescue me to realising that I don’t need a prince for I have the king. We rule equally, side by side.
From wishing that we had forever to realising that we can make everyday feel like forever.
From wishing on a star for you to realising that you are my dreams and reality come true.
A Crayon Is Worth A Million Words
A little girl sits with her crayons drawing her world so bright
Twenty years later she wants to make her world right.
So she picks up her pen, it’s her weapon of choice. Nows the time she decides for the world to hear her voice.
She made a decision not too long ago to follow her dreams wherever they may go.
The road may be full and the path will be hard.
Armed with hope and determination she vows not to let down her guard.
Even though she’s grown she still has dreams. Now they’re closer than ever to becoming a reality it seems.
And so now you see that little girl that once held a crayon is not foregone.
She’s just gearing up to move this industry like a pawn.
POEM: Virtuous Woman
Virtuous Woman so strong and true
Hold your head up high the world is not against you.
You are strong, intelligent, beautiful and divine.
Men will honor, respect your heart and your mind.
Take some time to yourself,
Learn to love you first- both inside and out
You are not inferior to any man
Remember you are a queen
Stand up for your rights, your hopes and your dreams
Stop belittling yourself; you are more than your looks or your hair
Everyday that you get up face the world without fear
For although you are a wife, friend and a mother
You are God’s child and I promise that he will love you like no other
So anytime you feel like the world is on your shoulders
Remember you have the strength of a soldier
Do not get sad or frustrated
Look in that mirror
And say with veneration
I am a virtuous woman, strong and true
Guide my steps today God, for my work is through you.
Understand To Be Understood
I get it
Because our skin color is different
You feel that we lack the ability to love the way you do
Now forgive me if you feel I am stepping out of line
By telling you that
Everything you think you know
Is incorrect
It is because of our skin color that we are able to love
Love so deeply
Love so deeply that we can forgive all the mistakes that your ancestors made
Love so much that we can teach our children to love
Regardless of the trials and tribulations that our mothers went through
You must have forgot that sex against a woman’s wishes
Unwanted kisses
Is not acceptance – its rape
I get it
You think that because there are still some fools running around with hoods on their heads
That I must succumb to every stereotype that you have given us as black folks
A stereotype that is only as incorrect as the term black
There’s no country called blacktopia that we hopped off the boat from
Our skin every shade of beautiful brown from mocha to a rich brown like the soil
Therefore, our history is rich
Our hearts pure
Our voices loud enough to sing through the whippings
Careful to always look at our scars to show us just how far we have come.
I get it
Because my skin is lighter than the tan of your hand that my oppressor
Yeah my oppressor
The same one who bore wounds against my mother’s back
Is not the same one, which laced your fathers back?
When Martin Luther had his dream, I highly doubt that segregation amongst our race
Based simply on the shade of brown is what he could foresee
How disappointed in us would he be?
Would he think that all the trouble, torture and lack of fame would all be in vain?
If he were light skin, would we even take the time to know his name?
I understand
That to be understood means more than yelling to get my point across
It is more than words, acronyms and syllables
Its paces walked, hands held and voices unanimously singing
For our journey to truly be understood and to understand ourselves
Is why we must be free at last
Poetry: Nightcap
Sing to me
Use your words to create a melody so sweet
That it drips from your lips like honey from the bees
Whisper your thoughts
Let them caress every inch of my body
Soft as silk
Be assertive
Don’t be shy
Take hold of me
Declare me yours
I’m drunk off your love
It’s the perfect nightcap
Whether I beg, plead, laugh or scream
There’s only one thing I want you to do…
Declare me yours
Take hold of me
Don’t be shy
Whisper your thoughts
Let them caress every inch of my body
Soft as silk
Sing to me
Use your words to create a melody so sweet
That it drips from your lips like honey from the bees
Until I drift off to sleep