I like him
like having a good hair day...like him
like having a bad hair day and still gettin compliments...like him
the mailbox is full and none of it bills...like him
like finding the perfect pair of shoes and a handbag on sale...like him
like wanting him to not be there
cuz the forehead kiss warms my cheeks
scent all in my pillows
tickles me & sometimes feels
just like him...like him
like running in circles
counting backwards
replaying the morning sunrise
he rises
breathes me
my love
roller coasting
down his back
to his toes
re-routes to his fingers
cuz they wanna be loved
found passion
traveling through my locs
deep, Sahara desert
tribal dancing
across my scalp...like him
like the diet I don't need to be on
cuz the 10 pounds I could probably lose
fills my dresses
hips sway from work to the kitchen
to jeans chillen
watchin the game
lettin him hold the remote
cuz he'll ask me to hand him something
just to see all of me move
he says I'm beautiful...like him
like knowing we both get hot when we sleep
so opposite sides work for us...like him
like mathematical problems
cuz I'm already 2
add him
and we could make 4...like him
like flaws & all
we know each other's buttons
I won't touch his
& he don't touch mine...like him
cuz see
we don't mind
the no good days
the alarm freaklishly didn't go off
spilled breakfast on the table
left lunch at home
realized half way to work days
childlike knowin
do it or say it
love it or leave it
tryin to get the best of each moment
we take it
make it
ours
stamp of soul approval
rock it during every season
cuz IT just don't go out of style
like resurrection
cool breezes
360 degrees
Spinners hummin
Just as long as we have love
touchin hearts
unconditional
every aspect fulfilled
goin back in time
confessin
answerin the Shirelles
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Yes
singing Lenny Williams
"Girl you know I...I...I...I love you
No matter what you do"
putting the moonlight on my finger
eases me to sleep...like him
like im strong enough to be without him
and he digs that...like him
like he knows he's gotta work for his place
& once he's there, i won't doubt him
cuz it takes some serious work to get there...like him
like ive experienced a lot of first with him
& im woman enuf to admit it
& he's man enuf to hold it
cuz we gon only be real with each other...like him
I like him
like newly formed rainbows
that perfect pair of jeans
sleeping in on the weekend
like 1 Corinthians 13:4-8
that song that comes on every time im sad
& it picks me up cuz it, like him, has perfect timing
I simply like him
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Snow Days
Trapped in the house
Forced to face it
to clean it
to organize it
to make calls
to remove numbers
send emails
finish projects
embrace the silence
loving your own company
learning more about your family
missing your friends
it started as a much
needed break
but now
in the 9th hour
the time changes
the mirror turns
the reflection is you
Snow
God's way of making you
be exactly who you're suppose to be
when no one else is around
Forced to face it
to clean it
to organize it
to make calls
to remove numbers
send emails
finish projects
embrace the silence
loving your own company
learning more about your family
missing your friends
it started as a much
needed break
but now
in the 9th hour
the time changes
the mirror turns
the reflection is you
Snow
God's way of making you
be exactly who you're suppose to be
when no one else is around
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Black History...Revisited
I haven't given a speech in a very long time, so when I was asked to write one for Black History Month...I immediately thought...YES!! Of course I loved it; it was mine!! My heart, my thoughts, my perspective written in a way to reach...twelve and thirteen year olds. My sister heard it first and said I took her to "church", then my coworkers and students were right there with the same comments.
As the months passed, students told me in so many different ways that they enjoyed my speech, that it made them think, that it made them feel, and some simply said wow. I was happy with it all!! I am still reminded of how it made the students feel and think afterwards. THEY held it close enough to their hearts, that they still think about it. So maybe I didn't reach them all. Maybe, I just reached a select few. The thing that truly makes me smile, is the fact that it's May, and the words I spoke are still remembered. That tells me they didn't just retain it, those words moved them. So I figured I'd share it....
Walter Gagehot said, “A great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.” These could not be truer words to say during Black History Month. When Marian Anderson, a great opera singer, was denied permission to sing at Washington, D.C’s Constitution Hall, she did not let go of her dream. Instead she continued to press on. By 1955, she became the first African American to appear with the Metropolitan Opera Company in New York. Imagine the reaction of those who said she could not accomplish such a task. Madame C.J. Walker saw a need for beauty products for African-American woman, invented them, and became a self-made millionaire. She had a dream. Even though Louis “Satchmo” Armstrong’s mother was a domestic worker and a prostitute and his father a turpentine worker, he became one of the greatest jazz musicians alive. He had a dream.
When African-American women and men felt a need to commit to not only themselves but also their community they organized Alpha Phi Alpha in 1906, Alpha Kappa Alpha in 1908, Kappa Alpha Psi and Omega Psi Phi in 1911, Delta Sigma Theta in 1913, Phi Beta Sigma in 1914, Zeta Phi Beta in 1920, Sigma Gamma Rho in 1922, and Iota Phi Theta in 1963. They all had a dream. How did they accomplish such feats? Why did they stay on a course to create, to instill, to embody, and uplift themselves and their culture?
Hope. Hope kept them strong. The American Heritage Dictionary defines hope as a wish with expectation of its fulfillment, to look forward to something with confidence. Yes, it was hope that kept these African Americans and many like them on a course to stop segregation, to gain fair treatment, and to simply be able to not only take part but also be a part of a society that shunned and condemned them to minimal ideals of the American Dream. So ask yourself, what do you hope for? What is it that you want out of life? What do you plan to accomplish? Because I will tell you now that you can be and do anything you put your mind too. It doesn’t matter who you mother was, what you father did, where you live…all that matters is that you promise yourself to be better, stronger, and wiser with each moment that you are able to live.
Forget what you have, because when you leave this world, you cannot take it with you. It doesn’t matter who you know because at some point you, YES YOU, will have to go and get it on your own. Your parents aren’t getting this education, you are. Your friends aren’t going to work on your future job, you are. Regardless of the number of referrals that have been written on you, the grades you had first semester, the homework you didn’t turn in yesterday, you have the opportunity with each new day to surpass the restrictions you put on yourself the day before. You hear it often that the choice is yours, so what choices are you going to make. If you don’t like your friends, change them, if you don’t like your grades study harder to do better, if you don’t like that people think you are something other than who you really are, wake up everyday AND PROVE THEM WRONG.
Hope is a very necessary thing. But it is only half of the equation. Where you have hope to keep you going, faith keeps you strong. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. The individuals I spoke of did not see the end result of their greatness, but they never lost faith. When slaves left with Harriet Tubman, they did not lose their faith. When Sojourner Truth spoke to the masses about being a women, she did not lose her faith. When Emmitt Tills’ mother lost her son to the brutality of a segregated south, she did not lose her faith. So again, I tell you to not lose your faith as you continue on your journey. Learn all you can. Be all you can. Embody all you can. Show all you can to disprove anything placed on you. I DID.
I grew up hearing everything I wouldn’t be and couldn’t do. And even when I had my son at the age of 20, I finished my undergraduate degree in 3 years and went on to obtain my Master’s degree with my son in my lap and while holding down a job. I had obstacles to sort through and figure out. But I kept my head up, I held on to hope and kept faith through every trial, through every storm. And now, now, I can take everything I’ve been through and tell others that yes it is possible. It is possible to be strong, intelligent, independent a single mother and still accomplish goals.
Young brothers and sisters of various backgrounds know that there is strength in your struggle and power in your pain. You will outlive your current situation, if you want to do just that because it does not define you. It will break you if you let it, but it doesn’t have to.
Every person you meet will have a story. When they speak, pay attention to the stories they tell you. Take those lessons of wisdom and turn them into your necklace of understanding. Wear it proudly because maybe, just maybe you won’t make the same mistake. And if by some chance you do, take that lesson, learn from it, grow from it, and press on because the road will be rough because you will have your own valleys to climb out of and your own mountains to climb over.
I ask you to not tread on the clear path mapped out for you, but if necessary branch off and create your own journey to greatness.
Today I charge you to be like those African Americans who saw no door, knocked down a wall, and built their own. Today I charge you to be better than what history has said you will be. Today I charge you to take your place and be role models and love yourself enough to reach for the impossible and to not be upset if you don’t get there the first time. Donnie Simpson said, “Shoot for the moon, for even if you miss you’ll be among the stars.” So find your goal, aim for it, and keep aiming for it until you’re there. Today I charge you to keep hope and faith with you always, to be excited about its fulfillment and to always, always believe that it can and will happen.
As the months passed, students told me in so many different ways that they enjoyed my speech, that it made them think, that it made them feel, and some simply said wow. I was happy with it all!! I am still reminded of how it made the students feel and think afterwards. THEY held it close enough to their hearts, that they still think about it. So maybe I didn't reach them all. Maybe, I just reached a select few. The thing that truly makes me smile, is the fact that it's May, and the words I spoke are still remembered. That tells me they didn't just retain it, those words moved them. So I figured I'd share it....
Walter Gagehot said, “A great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.” These could not be truer words to say during Black History Month. When Marian Anderson, a great opera singer, was denied permission to sing at Washington, D.C’s Constitution Hall, she did not let go of her dream. Instead she continued to press on. By 1955, she became the first African American to appear with the Metropolitan Opera Company in New York. Imagine the reaction of those who said she could not accomplish such a task. Madame C.J. Walker saw a need for beauty products for African-American woman, invented them, and became a self-made millionaire. She had a dream. Even though Louis “Satchmo” Armstrong’s mother was a domestic worker and a prostitute and his father a turpentine worker, he became one of the greatest jazz musicians alive. He had a dream.
When African-American women and men felt a need to commit to not only themselves but also their community they organized Alpha Phi Alpha in 1906, Alpha Kappa Alpha in 1908, Kappa Alpha Psi and Omega Psi Phi in 1911, Delta Sigma Theta in 1913, Phi Beta Sigma in 1914, Zeta Phi Beta in 1920, Sigma Gamma Rho in 1922, and Iota Phi Theta in 1963. They all had a dream. How did they accomplish such feats? Why did they stay on a course to create, to instill, to embody, and uplift themselves and their culture?
Hope. Hope kept them strong. The American Heritage Dictionary defines hope as a wish with expectation of its fulfillment, to look forward to something with confidence. Yes, it was hope that kept these African Americans and many like them on a course to stop segregation, to gain fair treatment, and to simply be able to not only take part but also be a part of a society that shunned and condemned them to minimal ideals of the American Dream. So ask yourself, what do you hope for? What is it that you want out of life? What do you plan to accomplish? Because I will tell you now that you can be and do anything you put your mind too. It doesn’t matter who you mother was, what you father did, where you live…all that matters is that you promise yourself to be better, stronger, and wiser with each moment that you are able to live.
Forget what you have, because when you leave this world, you cannot take it with you. It doesn’t matter who you know because at some point you, YES YOU, will have to go and get it on your own. Your parents aren’t getting this education, you are. Your friends aren’t going to work on your future job, you are. Regardless of the number of referrals that have been written on you, the grades you had first semester, the homework you didn’t turn in yesterday, you have the opportunity with each new day to surpass the restrictions you put on yourself the day before. You hear it often that the choice is yours, so what choices are you going to make. If you don’t like your friends, change them, if you don’t like your grades study harder to do better, if you don’t like that people think you are something other than who you really are, wake up everyday AND PROVE THEM WRONG.
Hope is a very necessary thing. But it is only half of the equation. Where you have hope to keep you going, faith keeps you strong. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. The individuals I spoke of did not see the end result of their greatness, but they never lost faith. When slaves left with Harriet Tubman, they did not lose their faith. When Sojourner Truth spoke to the masses about being a women, she did not lose her faith. When Emmitt Tills’ mother lost her son to the brutality of a segregated south, she did not lose her faith. So again, I tell you to not lose your faith as you continue on your journey. Learn all you can. Be all you can. Embody all you can. Show all you can to disprove anything placed on you. I DID.
I grew up hearing everything I wouldn’t be and couldn’t do. And even when I had my son at the age of 20, I finished my undergraduate degree in 3 years and went on to obtain my Master’s degree with my son in my lap and while holding down a job. I had obstacles to sort through and figure out. But I kept my head up, I held on to hope and kept faith through every trial, through every storm. And now, now, I can take everything I’ve been through and tell others that yes it is possible. It is possible to be strong, intelligent, independent a single mother and still accomplish goals.
Young brothers and sisters of various backgrounds know that there is strength in your struggle and power in your pain. You will outlive your current situation, if you want to do just that because it does not define you. It will break you if you let it, but it doesn’t have to.
Every person you meet will have a story. When they speak, pay attention to the stories they tell you. Take those lessons of wisdom and turn them into your necklace of understanding. Wear it proudly because maybe, just maybe you won’t make the same mistake. And if by some chance you do, take that lesson, learn from it, grow from it, and press on because the road will be rough because you will have your own valleys to climb out of and your own mountains to climb over.
I ask you to not tread on the clear path mapped out for you, but if necessary branch off and create your own journey to greatness.
Today I charge you to be like those African Americans who saw no door, knocked down a wall, and built their own. Today I charge you to be better than what history has said you will be. Today I charge you to take your place and be role models and love yourself enough to reach for the impossible and to not be upset if you don’t get there the first time. Donnie Simpson said, “Shoot for the moon, for even if you miss you’ll be among the stars.” So find your goal, aim for it, and keep aiming for it until you’re there. Today I charge you to keep hope and faith with you always, to be excited about its fulfillment and to always, always believe that it can and will happen.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Go, Tell Michelle
I have become a part history. Along with 99 of the most talented, intelligent, and ariticulate African American woman, we have become embedded in the thread of telling the world our inner most secrets in the most passionate way. Thanks to the creative minds of Barbara Nevergold and Peggy Brooks-Bertram, we have come together to tell Michelle Obama our dreams, hopes, and prayers for her an in her family as they journey to the White House. This is an absolute blessing. It is the road less traveled, trampled by the many letters and poems with a voice and a purpose.
Just as we were ask to Go, Tell Michelle, I ask that you Go, Tell all you know about this project.
www.sunypress.edu
Share it, Love it...
Just as we were ask to Go, Tell Michelle, I ask that you Go, Tell all you know about this project.
www.sunypress.edu
Share it, Love it...
Friday, July 18, 2008
Possessing the Secret of Joy
I recently read Alice Walker's Possessing the Secret of Joy and I have to say that it is a definite must read. It is a wonderfully woven novel of the sadness, the fight, the confusion, the giving up, the giving in etc that women often do for family, for society. Its focus is on the effects of female circumcision and how to educate the world. It is about sorting through your past to live in your today. It about being married about being single. About being. It made me think of my own secret of joy. It made think of how we're viewed. How we lose ourselves in our children, in our husbands or the fact that some women simply don't want either. It made me think about dreams never reached because they didn't fit the mold. What is this secret,? This inner drive to be more or less, to work hard or call in, to just simply be who you are all day every day is something we all have, but may not have found (yet). This poem is for Women...every shape, every size, and in every walk of her life.
WOMEN
This poem is for you
it is for the woman who stripped out of her suit
into dirty jeans and an over sized t-shirt
to re-tile the floor because she asked
one too many times
it is for the woman who lost herself
in cereal necklaces, Play-doh
Spongebob and practices
but secretly sips martinis before she clocks in
it is for the woman who chose her career
and loves the fact that she can take
lavish vacations...biological clock on snooze
it is for the woman who wants to stay at home
learning every nook and cranny of her house
her children her husband and reading articles
about the women mentioned above
it is for the woman who didn't graduate
from high school but dares one her children
to not make it
it is for the woman who is barren and adopts
even though the husband says he will leave
for the woman who committed herself
just to get a break
it is for the woman who loves women secretly
but will marry that man her mama chose
for the woman who doesn't care buys a passport
to a place where she and her can unite
This is for the grandmother raising children
because her own was a free spirit dying to catch
something else, so she let her go
six years and she still hasn't heard from her.
it is for the woman raising a child all by herself
because for this reason or the other
daddy just didn't cut it
it is for the woman who carries a child for another
she doesn't mind sharing her blessing
for the woman who receives the child
neither has a dry eye
This is for women who are still learning
for those who know the roads they will
never walk again
for women who support, who are deathly honest
who know when to listen intently
who are totally comfortable in the skin their in
and those who want to make a few adjustments
Woman
It is in your walk, the way words linger on your
tongue hoping to be said again because you're just
that bad
it is in your ability to hold it all together
to let it all fall to prove a point
sneak away gently into the night
dive into yourself and re-learn your way out
You have been mutilated in every sense
yet are on a steady journey to empowerment
Yes, you, Woman, in the middle of this madness
are celebrated.
WOMEN
This poem is for you
it is for the woman who stripped out of her suit
into dirty jeans and an over sized t-shirt
to re-tile the floor because she asked
one too many times
it is for the woman who lost herself
in cereal necklaces, Play-doh
Spongebob and practices
but secretly sips martinis before she clocks in
it is for the woman who chose her career
and loves the fact that she can take
lavish vacations...biological clock on snooze
it is for the woman who wants to stay at home
learning every nook and cranny of her house
her children her husband and reading articles
about the women mentioned above
it is for the woman who didn't graduate
from high school but dares one her children
to not make it
it is for the woman who is barren and adopts
even though the husband says he will leave
for the woman who committed herself
just to get a break
it is for the woman who loves women secretly
but will marry that man her mama chose
for the woman who doesn't care buys a passport
to a place where she and her can unite
This is for the grandmother raising children
because her own was a free spirit dying to catch
something else, so she let her go
six years and she still hasn't heard from her.
it is for the woman raising a child all by herself
because for this reason or the other
daddy just didn't cut it
it is for the woman who carries a child for another
she doesn't mind sharing her blessing
for the woman who receives the child
neither has a dry eye
This is for women who are still learning
for those who know the roads they will
never walk again
for women who support, who are deathly honest
who know when to listen intently
who are totally comfortable in the skin their in
and those who want to make a few adjustments
Woman
It is in your walk, the way words linger on your
tongue hoping to be said again because you're just
that bad
it is in your ability to hold it all together
to let it all fall to prove a point
sneak away gently into the night
dive into yourself and re-learn your way out
You have been mutilated in every sense
yet are on a steady journey to empowerment
Yes, you, Woman, in the middle of this madness
are celebrated.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
A Whore's Shoes
Wow, it's been a minute since I've posted a blog, but I've been working hard. My debut cd is about to drop and of course we have to remember my book. So I thank you for even reading this blog to begin with because it truly means a lot. So what's next of me? Bigger and better things is all I can say. I've spent some time really thinking about careers, on any level. Why do we grind so hard? Especially, for those of us who have double lives, by day we are teachers, accountants, nurses...and by night we are singers, poets, artists. The only way I've known to deal with an issue is to write about it. So read it, share it, leave a comment, and spread the word. Even though I've been under the radar; I'm always writing. Prophetess never quits.
A Whore’s Shoes
She was searching
Working hard to create
Never realizing she
Was using her pussy
To define her
And the only thing she birthed
Was indifference
Late night stalker
Exchanging blow jobs
In dark halls
Ditching grad school
For night calls
Changing her wigs a second job
And this to simply please her john
Anyway you want it daddy
And she learned this from home experience
She grew up hoping she could
Change the world
A good girl
Hoping to one day carry a briefcase
Wear a navy pinstriped suit
Walk in late
The head of the meeting
And say call home it’s going
To be a late night
Instead she files skirts
Stacks condoms instead of post-its
Leave paperclips behind because
Fishnets come in every color
Keeps the clinic alphabetically behind mama
Cuz every now and then she calls her for advice
Her nights are her days
And she walks the block
Until dawn crepts in to tell her
To count your cash and run
Run back to the moment where it all made sense
And the only thing you had to do was make sure
Your socks matched in the morning
Run back to the moment
When cotton candy was what you ate
And not the name given to you by strangers
Or that moment when he told you
You were too pretty to be in school
I know another way you can make money
To that moment when your mama sang
What a friend we have in Jesus
Coming down the stairs
Sleep in your eyes
You mistook it for Jesus
And he was the first man to pimp you
A whore’s shoes are hard to fill
Cuz she’ll do 16 hours in
Thigh chain strapped 5inch
Patent leather high heels
& not once will she complain
Sleet, snow, or hail
She’ll stand in spot
Waiting for one cock
To get her rent money
And we laugh at her
Talk badly about her
Spit on the place she walks
Because it ain’t that hard
To get real job
We act like she
Wants it
Like a pothole
She fell in and not sure
She got all of herself out
Some her was still there broken
And battered
Desire was too the left
But ambition was in easy reach
Rules said get the American dream
So she did the American dream
To get a taste of his life
Yet we complain
Waking to alarm clocks
Or the babies’ cries
The cat knocking shit over in the kitchen
And the dog who we wished would walk itself
One damn time
We work that 9-5
Wearing a 3 piece suit with stilettos
Wear sneakers to the train rub our feet
Cuz we got blisters
And damn girl, she got them too
But we don’t hoe ourselves
When every career fair is
A pimp maker
Cuz CEO’s don’t do the job
You do the job and they get the credit
And we don’t hoe ourselves
Yet we do overtime for a little bit of change
To buy something a little bit better
Than what we had yesterday
And we don’t hoe ourselves
Cuz if we don’t work we don’t get paid
And like her we get laid-off
Cuz that trick won’t always be new
And your performance at 35 won’t be the same a 62
A whore’s shoes
Ankle strapped
Or knee high
See threw bottom
Bright pink
Shiny metallic
Leather
Gold emblems
To match her attire
And we wear a scarf we don’t need
That has a hint of the color from the shoes
We want to wear that day
We look our best
To do our best
When inside we know
We should’ve left
Filed a pink slip
Said fuck it
I don’t need this shit
She cried the same tears
handed you a tissue on the train
Listened to you say
You’re worth more than this
She felt that pain
But wanted you to feel better
At the next stop
She rose
Complimented your
Ribbon lace up leopard print heels
And said she had the same pair
A whore’s shoes are being redefined.
A Whore’s Shoes
She was searching
Working hard to create
Never realizing she
Was using her pussy
To define her
And the only thing she birthed
Was indifference
Late night stalker
Exchanging blow jobs
In dark halls
Ditching grad school
For night calls
Changing her wigs a second job
And this to simply please her john
Anyway you want it daddy
And she learned this from home experience
She grew up hoping she could
Change the world
A good girl
Hoping to one day carry a briefcase
Wear a navy pinstriped suit
Walk in late
The head of the meeting
And say call home it’s going
To be a late night
Instead she files skirts
Stacks condoms instead of post-its
Leave paperclips behind because
Fishnets come in every color
Keeps the clinic alphabetically behind mama
Cuz every now and then she calls her for advice
Her nights are her days
And she walks the block
Until dawn crepts in to tell her
To count your cash and run
Run back to the moment where it all made sense
And the only thing you had to do was make sure
Your socks matched in the morning
Run back to the moment
When cotton candy was what you ate
And not the name given to you by strangers
Or that moment when he told you
You were too pretty to be in school
I know another way you can make money
To that moment when your mama sang
What a friend we have in Jesus
Coming down the stairs
Sleep in your eyes
You mistook it for Jesus
And he was the first man to pimp you
A whore’s shoes are hard to fill
Cuz she’ll do 16 hours in
Thigh chain strapped 5inch
Patent leather high heels
& not once will she complain
Sleet, snow, or hail
She’ll stand in spot
Waiting for one cock
To get her rent money
And we laugh at her
Talk badly about her
Spit on the place she walks
Because it ain’t that hard
To get real job
We act like she
Wants it
Like a pothole
She fell in and not sure
She got all of herself out
Some her was still there broken
And battered
Desire was too the left
But ambition was in easy reach
Rules said get the American dream
So she did the American dream
To get a taste of his life
Yet we complain
Waking to alarm clocks
Or the babies’ cries
The cat knocking shit over in the kitchen
And the dog who we wished would walk itself
One damn time
We work that 9-5
Wearing a 3 piece suit with stilettos
Wear sneakers to the train rub our feet
Cuz we got blisters
And damn girl, she got them too
But we don’t hoe ourselves
When every career fair is
A pimp maker
Cuz CEO’s don’t do the job
You do the job and they get the credit
And we don’t hoe ourselves
Yet we do overtime for a little bit of change
To buy something a little bit better
Than what we had yesterday
And we don’t hoe ourselves
Cuz if we don’t work we don’t get paid
And like her we get laid-off
Cuz that trick won’t always be new
And your performance at 35 won’t be the same a 62
A whore’s shoes
Ankle strapped
Or knee high
See threw bottom
Bright pink
Shiny metallic
Leather
Gold emblems
To match her attire
And we wear a scarf we don’t need
That has a hint of the color from the shoes
We want to wear that day
We look our best
To do our best
When inside we know
We should’ve left
Filed a pink slip
Said fuck it
I don’t need this shit
She cried the same tears
handed you a tissue on the train
Listened to you say
You’re worth more than this
She felt that pain
But wanted you to feel better
At the next stop
She rose
Complimented your
Ribbon lace up leopard print heels
And said she had the same pair
A whore’s shoes are being redefined.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Peace of Mind??
"they" want us to find peace b/t
sanity and shit
realizing not everyone is full of it
but politicans do no time
for crimes committed
and Genalow Wilson
did 10 years for consenual sex
and i bet
tax dollars will continue
to spend &
blood sheds daily
on a war that won't end &
Katrina victims are still called refugees &
black madams
have senators pants below knees
America has lost her mind
full coverage on Paris in jail
was she beat?
on CBS NBC on @ 8, 9, & 10 &
breakin news w/ coffee before the
morning commute &
Darfur comes on news @ 11
2 clips @ night
waking to empty
classroom discussions
was the Holocaust real?
Who is Marcus Garvey?
Sharing textbooks
color a picture of Dr. King
in Kindergarten
hear his speech in 9th
Black History Month over
He HAD a dream
"they" want us to find peace b/t
sanith and shit & we
sell our souls to pay mortgage
living in beautiful empty shells
got the house &
no place to sit
cuz all the damn money is gone
intelligent black mothers
are the number one hustlers
mulitasking
balancing checkbooks
diaper changes
football games
while daddy isn't there
or is and needs balancing too
social experiences still tell boys don't cry
making locked in tears
fist marks on his wife
he wasn't taught how to feel
little girls use "it" to gain comfort
stay by him "he'll learn"
a man will always be inscribed in their
DNA
told when it falls apart
that they must change
"they" want us to find peace b/t
sanity and shit
and single mothers are
forced to leave young children
jail or die
heartless talks of
firstborn means nothing
we have to find other ways to
continue the name
rules steady changing...
more time is spent
trying to control
who you sex
while DC residents still can't vote
sitting like children
on punishment
waiting to hear direction
for their country
daily we fall from grace
In God We Trust they want removed
Prayer's not allowed in school
wisdom a lost tool
"they" tell us were safe no fear
& we're not sure we're wanted here
black goys still don't shed tears
hide us behind lies &
we know the end is near
My soul cries out to God!
Now I lay us down to sleep
I pray the Lord our souls to keep
and if we die before we wake
Please, Lord, let us go in Peace...
sanity and shit
realizing not everyone is full of it
but politicans do no time
for crimes committed
and Genalow Wilson
did 10 years for consenual sex
and i bet
tax dollars will continue
to spend &
blood sheds daily
on a war that won't end &
Katrina victims are still called refugees &
black madams
have senators pants below knees
America has lost her mind
full coverage on Paris in jail
was she beat?
on CBS NBC on @ 8, 9, & 10 &
breakin news w/ coffee before the
morning commute &
Darfur comes on news @ 11
2 clips @ night
waking to empty
classroom discussions
was the Holocaust real?
Who is Marcus Garvey?
Sharing textbooks
color a picture of Dr. King
in Kindergarten
hear his speech in 9th
Black History Month over
He HAD a dream
"they" want us to find peace b/t
sanith and shit & we
sell our souls to pay mortgage
living in beautiful empty shells
got the house &
no place to sit
cuz all the damn money is gone
intelligent black mothers
are the number one hustlers
mulitasking
balancing checkbooks
diaper changes
football games
while daddy isn't there
or is and needs balancing too
social experiences still tell boys don't cry
making locked in tears
fist marks on his wife
he wasn't taught how to feel
little girls use "it" to gain comfort
stay by him "he'll learn"
a man will always be inscribed in their
DNA
told when it falls apart
that they must change
"they" want us to find peace b/t
sanity and shit
and single mothers are
forced to leave young children
jail or die
heartless talks of
firstborn means nothing
we have to find other ways to
continue the name
rules steady changing...
more time is spent
trying to control
who you sex
while DC residents still can't vote
sitting like children
on punishment
waiting to hear direction
for their country
daily we fall from grace
In God We Trust they want removed
Prayer's not allowed in school
wisdom a lost tool
"they" tell us were safe no fear
& we're not sure we're wanted here
black goys still don't shed tears
hide us behind lies &
we know the end is near
My soul cries out to God!
Now I lay us down to sleep
I pray the Lord our souls to keep
and if we die before we wake
Please, Lord, let us go in Peace...
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