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He thinks I should come back because he can make my body sing. Honey don't yunno physical and spiritual pleasure are of two different quantities. I'm moving on like Bohemian Rhapsody; another one bits the dust. My past makes it so hard to trust, all these dudes are run through.

They come running game and think I've been fooled, I've seen every game its nothing new. I'm ready to see another scene. They be sleeping around, ducking and dodging and tryna change me its obscene.

One of em says I don't want a bad bitch, but baby I'm from the bricks. I am both bad bitch and queen! I elaborate this as Ghetto Royalty. Somebody tagging along is saying nope, nope that just cant be.Well just move along! This message wasn't for you to read. Just like how black man can be both nigga and King. Shut down that misogynistic masculinity.

I want Tupac type of kat, with a Jidenna slay. Educated, hood, and a classy taste. I move on so quick because baby I am  the case. If you don't see trophy written all over my face don't stumble on your high ego to make me stay.

I've barked, I've weeped , I've showed shame, but now its time for me to scream my name. I ask myself who is Brianna, and where has she been? Crowded in the jail cell of my mental pen....itentiary; wondering why men wont listen to me. All I'm doing is sending spam to the wrong recipients. Then go off forwarding to the wrong cc. It's not the message that's wrong it's just not getting to the right beneficiary.

There is someone who can gain the advantage of my trust, will, and life--- he will have more than just money but a spiritual investment in  soulful riches



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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

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.

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