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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 you have put to sleep.


They no longer know themselves as black queens, but sister-wives sharing your seed. They hunger for you and unknowingly starve at the expense of your need. 


A need you can't fulfill in 3 or 10 wet kitty's. A need that wont be eased with a smoke or shot of Vodka. A need that does not live in the words you so carelessly throw free. 


My love you run from the universe’s quest. As you lay upon the bosom of each untapped Queen. Wondering will she ever see me. The pain you deny causes you to have self-pity. 


 Self-awareness with no action will only cause deeper injury.


A king without conviction is only a man with a dream.

Comments

The Help

Let Your Heartbreak

 Black women where does your pain lie.  You are hardened like a rock and fabricate your strength so easily. Cold  weeps beside the moon, when will those tears stop falling. When will the cycle of these generational curses cease.  How can I ever find me without knowing you. Black mama cold, silent, and bruised. Let your hearts break Iyana says, Let your heart break!  Crumble, fail, fall and start anew. Let those wounds bleed every ounce of regret,  Cry those tears of past neglect, heal your heart because  struggle is something we are all  bound too. Leave your soul bare, and let the universe breath life back into you  black women don't be so timid, don't throw too many facades, let down your braids and let your heartbreak.

No doggy Zone

Could you turn off the dog in you off for just a second? Fishing for fish but you are not able to see the real goddess before you! Baby a blessing 😜 How many of my nights ruined by arrogance 😭 Thinking honestly why cant you just cherish this...  Cherish the chatter the laughter the moments that are genuine 😁 the thought of some one lusting about what was between my legs, what was behind my back and what was placed on my chest. Dude really! You are a mess! There is more too me than sexiness. Could you just turn the dog in you off for just a second! I want a mutual attraction, An every week interaction(everyday gets boring too quick) I’m sorry I’m not looking for temporary satisfaction. If you would just turn down your testosterone a bit, and look at me with nothing but the eagerness to learn about me and my brain full of shit maybe we could make something worth the wild and be lit πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

The Help

My job is to wait for a calling.  Help those who have no one at all and then fall back when I’ve helped enough. Falling back hurts though, but what else am I supposed to do when my mouth is tired of talking.  I get tired of people and become robotic. Unable to function because there are daggers in my chest and if I move too fast my heart will bleed. I silence myself for protection. It’s called the silent treatment for a reason. it’s the best remedy for a poet with a sharp mouth piece.  People will show you when they want you to shut up; so don’t speak. Silence Can be filled with inner turmoil or peace. Lately it’s been a war between both entities. Not  being able to speak with the ones you love is appalling. Bodies depart but the essence of love remains.   I have no control over where the lord places me, and obedience is a charm of mines, so I adapt to my placement perfectly. I was reliable, patient, loving and kind. I sacrificed for my sisters. I watched faulty circumstances c