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Gods gifts

Woman you are a saint!
You have sewed together souls to bodies that would have never had a chance to survive.

You’re gods golden glue as he  binds you with wisdom and passion. You rock it  in a
Christianly fashion that only a woman of god would understand.

Woman you are fierce.
Your sentiment is your pain. Your joy is your power!

Woman you are breathtaking.
With every word spoken and unspoken. You are full of charismatic character, god took his time shaping you. You breathe love and live life  sanctified by the word.

Man you’re are steadfast and sturdy.
Built solid as  you are the foundation to a nation. You are everything a black man wishes to be. Successful, loved and carelessly happy.

Man you are driven.
Working down to the bones building America’s back.
No fear or challenge could stop you from being promised.

Man you are sealed.
Guarding the souls of gods children. Protecting them by all means.
Cool ,placid and reserved as a lion takes its time to feast.

Y’all are gods gifts. He speaks vicariously through you. Time has giving you the scares and beauty to demand respect. How you survived in a world that did not accept you but in the end found love and gave love to all in your presence.

Sitting back thinking of stories of getting outdated public school books, and sitting outside cafes because you were not welcomed inside. Stories of segregated schools and teaching fear for  knowledge in the black community. How teachers would tell their students that they weren’t qualified for simple jobs like at a post office. How fear had been installed in the black community to protect them for whatever White America had brewing. Be a smart nigga by being a dumb one.

My grandparents faced the odds of addiction, strike 3 convictions, broken homes and lack of education.
 They are the definition of black excellence.

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The Help

My BLACK IS

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