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Pretty Little Lies

You say you want me to be yours with my soul undressed and heart fully exposed. But you ridicule me  for wanting your love. Why are the most charming men Hoes?

Don't play with my heart with those pretty little lies. 

Those head rubs and mischief hands all around my thighs. Don't tell me that was all you wanted, When we were up all night laughing and fucking. This Misogynist bullshit throws good women off their focus.

Dont blind side me with those big ugly lies.

You say I was just good enough for a quickie and I have a brain the size of a pumpkin seed. You say Im worthless and a big mouth girl is inappropriate. I'm overcalling and over texting I'm becoming impulsive. I'm losing control because I know this person your describing is not the true description of me. 
Fuck I need to breath.

I had to breath in an out and tell myself that those characteristics are apart of my wounded skin. The skin that you relentlessly  wont let me shed. 

I am women, from the rib of Adam and mother of earth. My sexual needs are human and shouldn't be seen as off-putting . A women's physical pleasure isn't rotten or hellish. Its natural and heaven sent. 

I am black , from the absent of light, but it continues to shine through me. I have been left behind in this world and at times my voice is Unheard so I choose to shout frantically! 

I am a child, and from the dirt I was made, shaped and molded to live and breath. But you suffocate me soaking up all the life I have in me. Tell me why you’re  so bent on making me unhappy?

Don't become victim of those pretty little lies,

I have hope that I will find love, but right now the sociopaths are on the rise.
They are haters in disguise, these greedy bastards will eat you alive! 
They smile in your face but when you point out their wrong they use your flaws to bring tears to your eyes. 

 I want to be free with all parts of me! With my big bones, and dark skin and goofy personality. I want to date a man who isn't afraid of  women who thinks freely, and speaks up when she feels the need. A women who takes pride in her sexuality and aint afraid to say I didn't like the way you fucked me.

Lady's don't stoop to their level by calling them names and thinking it will hurt them. It won't. Don't lose your mind blowing no nigga up and over texting trying to prove a point. Your conscious is clear you arent the one who needs saving Queen. If man truly cares about you he wouldn't call you names and disrespect you. 

I know Im not the perfect person. I know I act crazy(but what women doesn't?) I acknowledge that there are behaviors I have to unlearn.I also know I need the right kind of man to be patient and learn me instead of getting mad or brushing me off. I need to be patient with myself and know that love will come to me in the right time. Until then, I will heal and write. 


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