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Fuck love

Dreaming into submission thinking damn I really miss him, I hate dudes who are objective to commitment like this blinded intimacy is better when you let me love you because you would never have to question my intentions

Why do men do this to women?

I mean why Fuck something if you don’t see an ending vision, why is it so easy to take advantage of the one who has feelings.

i really be feeling you but then you show your ass, making us have to end it. Ohh lord have mercy on this generation. because they are all burning either their genitals or the way they go about fornication; Hard rock, hard Rock let me in

I don’t know why you would make me cry. Feeling like damn I thought this dude was genuine.

Sometimes I want to call you just to see if you even think of me. But if you did you would take the first shot… I cannot undo those moments, or the lost time I invested into you my love  but I can turn my heart cold… and when I say cold I mean frozen solid not letting anyone through the entrance, like I know you’re thinking she’s going to miss this but I rather go without then to have you dismiss my feelings.. Having you Fuck me into “what the fuck was I thinking!” I looked into your eyes and seen realness, opened up my heart flowing with every gush,  blush, and rush of passion that  was inside of me , like this bedroom boom is more than just a tune that was placed inside of your head, it was more than a tune that kept us connected in bed, I just think that you gave up on a real blessing! I could have been everything you ever wanted, I would have catered to your needs, anything that you could have ever dream.

 I Would have proudly and victoriously taken on the title to be your Coco butter queen because “I’m your druggy, love me, when I’m ugly hug me, when I’m bummy” and promise to Love me! Let’s just not get lost, let us be found in the presence of each other, let’s love Like no other, experience life how it is, put the bullshit aside you should have seen far beyond your boyish pride. I am mysterious but far from the bitch that’s just good enough for your DICK. it could have been Any and everything you wanted to do EXCEPT, ignore this potential, ignore this missile that was ready for the fire and take off. Ugghhhh I don’t like losing and losing you is truly a heart felt lost… I put my pride aside for you, I bit my tongue for you, I answered you, I listened to you. You were the controller, I was the puppet then you dropped the Strings right on me, don’t you know how heavy that is? I really can’t stand putting up with bullshit, that’s why its so hard for me to show others that I’m truly sensitive. I mean bro we went back and forth, fought then forgave.

We had that deep convo that one day… I couldn’t stop twirling my curls so you asked me what’s wrong, and I told you, “ I feel like this is just a faze you are going through and one day you're going to leave me and I don’t want to waste my time”, and you looked me in the eyes and said, “don’t worry”… boy you really are funny because that was 5months ago and now you’re telling me that you met a girl and you “think you like her”. Serves my intuition right… After you Mr. B I will not be touched. I refuse to install any of my trust into boys who SHOULD be men. It’s like this generation really is stuck on dumb, the stupidity and disloyalty left me feeling numb, so I guess I’ll be like the rest of the good girls out there yelling FUCK ❤!

By:Brianna Sterling  


The Help


My black is beautiful. My black is powerful. My black is intellectual and spiritual.  My black is white, brown, green, yellow, and purple. My black Is universal; a movement to the moon.  My black is a song: a rhythmic blues. My black is strong and unapologetic. My black is love and hate tied bitterly sweet. My black is pleasurably pain. My black is momentum, my black is silently pleasant and loudly intolerable. My black is deep like blue and curvy like spoons. My black is still water and moving tides. My black is closely and remotely Beautiful.

False Prophet

  False Prophet He speaks words full of fire thats strong enough to burn the soul.  Tongue filled with promises that turns any woman’s cold heart into gold. I am a God! King of kings and upon the flick of my fingers you will be cursed fool!  Weep at the bend of my knees, you as a woman should shower me! Fulfill my desires and expect no Loyalty from me the Unholy God of Kings of Kings. False Prophet cant you see, my soul can not be altered by man whose flesh ages and bleeds. I am a Queen made from the father of land. Coil me in dirt and see my true skin.  Wrench the water of Poseidon from out of me down your legs and turn back into the weakened flesh that binds you to sin. Open your eyes and see the breath of life in my air! The reigns of passion boiling in my heart and the 3rd eye between my brows that causes you to turn away from me. Be aware of your played out interactions, selfish satisfaction and the unsolicited grievance you bring onto yourself. Look at the beautiful black Queens

Im Not Supposed to Think Of You

I wonder if you know how true I could be to you You just don’t know how you freed me I am no longer imprisoned in my head Every day I challenge my mind and try to do away with wasteful thinking but... I’m not supposed think of you Slow, long kisses those are my favorite. When your lips touch mines a million stars start to shine. I can’t help but think do you feel like it’s that amazing?   I catch a glimpse of you, head tilted, hands gripping my thighs, so much passion through those glasses. Those soft lips and gorgeous brown eyes.   I feel your energy clashing with mines. Your sensuality with my sexuality it’s a match that can’t be denied.   When we entwine we send the heavens shaking disrupting the angel’s peace. I wish I could keep you with me   But I’m not supposed to think of you It’s not just the intimacy that I’m attracted too, it’s that big beautiful brain that blows me away. Something about the knowledge you keep that has me wanting more and more of yo