You said…

You said you want to taste my juices
Drink them as they flow from my honey well
You said I taste and smell so good
It makes your love stick swell
Swell like a hair in humidity…
On a hot summer day
When your love stick stands erect
I know you’re ready to play

Oh wee… your love stick
The one I want so much
To lick… to taste… to touch
You are taking me to sexual heights
I never thought I would reach
Kissing, eating and sucking me
Just like a fresh picked ripe peach

My True Essence
 

My Dimming Light…

For years I dimmed my light
I didn’t want it to shine bright
Not shine bright
Who am I kidding
I didn’t want it to shine at all
Showing every time I fall
Spotlighting my every flaw
Every imperfection
And lack of direction

To dim my light

I chose to stay out of sight
Hidden in the shadows
Behind the scenes
Dark enough not to be seen
Yet light enough to see
That way no one noticed me
They never saw my face
The shadows were my safe place

I dimmed my light to hide

I hid behind big clothes
So my body wouldn’t show
I hid behind fake laughs and smiles
Stayed away from the latest styles
I hid behind food
Sometimes ate so fast I barely chewed
Gained lots and lots of weight
All of these were a form of self-hate

Then one day I just got tired
Tired not going after the things I desired

Not living life to the fullest like I should
Not doing all the great things I know I could
So I stepped out of the darkness
Starting walking into the light
Now…  my dim light shines so bright

My True Essence

Sandra Bland

You were wrong
And now she’s dead and gone
You know it
We all know it
The video shows it…
So now you are doing whatever you think it takes
From assassinating her character and editing video tapes
To lying about what really happened that night
All to make your wrong look right
But no matter how many lies you tell
We know she did not hang herself in that cell

My True Essence

Too Much To Stay

Since I am no longer the cause for the sparkle in your eye
I don’t want to be the reason behind the tears you cry

Since I can’t bring out the best in you
I don’t want to keep hurting you like I always seem to do

Intentionally or unintentionally causing you pain is not good
I would go back in a second and change everything if I could

But since I can’t make you happy each and every day
I will step aside and get out of your way

There was always be a special bond and connection there
I want the best for you and I will always care

By the best I mean one who has your back thru it all
Who will be there to pick you up when you fall

The one who knows all, the good and bad
The best friend you have ever had

The one who will give you the white fence and two kids
Who can do all of the things I wish I did

I can no longer be that person in your life
And I pray you find the perfect one to be your wife

Please don’t hate me for walking away
Just know I loved you too much too stay

My True Essence

Racism… The Struggle is Real

I am so angry I can’t even think straight
Tired of all the racism and hate
Tired of our black men losing their lives
Unable to return home to their wives
Tired of our little black boys being gunned down
In broad daylight in the middle of downtown
Then left to bleed out in the street
Lying there for hours before being covered with a sheet
With no explanation of what happened or why
Or being told lie after lie after lie

I am tired of all of our cries being unheard

Of our rights being taken and the lines of justice blurred
Of how it has to take a video to surface of the crime
To even bring a cop to justice and receive jail time
A cop who has vowed to serve and protect
Yet feel they are above the law and can’t be checked
I know all cops are not bad and corrupt
But it’s time for the good cops to stand up
Stop turning a blind eye to the bad they see
Watching innocent people die while dirty cops walk free
 
I feel some think shooting defenseless black men is a thrill
It’s as if their first thought is to shoot to kill
I am sick of the excuses day after day
Of how we shouldn’t act a certain way
But when we’ve had enough and start to fight back
We are labeled thugs who are out to attack
We will attack until police brutality begins to cease
And until someone starts to police the police
Because black lives matter and it’s a big deal
Even in 2015 the racism struggle is real

My True Essence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Game Changer

Before I met you, I was just kicking it
Doing what I do and shit
Not really tripping off any dude…
So they called me arrogant and rude
I wasn’t either… just refused to play their game
Wasn’t someone willing to be tamed
So I stayed to myself doing my own thing
It kept me away from the bullshit dudes would bring

I was minding my business the day I saw you
I guess you were just chilling doing what you do
You sat there looking all confident and free
Without having said a word, you intrigued me
Your energy connected with mine and drew me in
And then stirred something I had buried deep within
I was completely thrown off guard by a stranger
Who would one day become the game changer

My True Essence

Tired and Stuck

My mind is running at an unreasonable pace
It’s got me tired and in a bad head space
I’m usually so stingy with my energy these days
But lately I’ve been slipping back to my old ways

I feel like I’m stuck in the ocean with no land in sight
So I’m swimming and kicking with all my might
I’m tired of treading water trying not to drown
While letting the negative energy of others weigh me down

My inspiration tank is running low and almost gone
It’s time to regroup because my refuel light is on
I will park it and go to that special place inside
The place where my help and strength reside

My True Essence
 

Sleeping on My Gangsta

I don’t know why folks insist on trying me
It’s like they are fooled by what they see
They see the dimpled smile and assume I’m scared…
So they come for me, totally unprepared

Do they think I don’t mean what I say
Or do I just look like I’m easy prey
I keep my gangsta hidden for a reason
Because when it comes out its straight open season

Then when I bark back they say it’s in all fun and games
Will it all be in fun when I starting blasting folks, calling names
I don’t know if they are drama seekers, bullies or pranksters
But I know they better stop sleeping on my gangsta

My True Essence

Still (Written by a guest writer)

Never thought pen would meet paper again
It seems like the gray areas of life
Always bring me back To my roots of my thoughts
To my inner emotions
To the pain that I feel inside
To the bumps, the bruises, the cuts, the scrapes
They all have one thing in common…..Hurt
Hurt from the childhood years that have left
Permanent scars Scars that only fade
But the mark is still there
The tissue that you use to cover your eyes
Reflects the multitude of scar tissue
That have been covered by the skin that hides it
How does one tear down the years
Of low-esteem and still exists
Existence is just that
You exit the body and yet
You still push the mind to function
Function with every day
Disappointments, guilt, pain and anger
But you tell yourself to keep smiling
Smile pass it all, no one knows
Just keep it between you and God
Keep smiling and tell yourself
It’s going to be okay
Just act like IT doesn’t exist

This was written by a guest writer who happens to be a dear from of mine. Thank you friend. 🙂