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He felt like home.
Like grandpa’s hugs and granny’s kisses.
Like a  school bus ride home, and  evening sunsets. Like afternoon
Lunch with your Best-friends.

He felt like home.
Arms with an instant ease of peace, chocolate lips
And a grin so sweet. He felt like ice cream on a summers day.
He felt like a sunshine ray , and a Shooting stars runaway.

He felt like home
He felt like  Twilight, New Moon, and Breaking Dawn.
He was was as high as the sky  and as bright as Nebula.
He felt like why have I never felt this way before?

He felt like a shower after a long day at work, like back-rubs
And bath bomb soap . He felt like India’s Aries “Brown skin…
 I can’t tell where mines is and where yours begins”.
He felt like hopes redeeming  and pains end.
He felt like home.

Of course felt is past tense.
But it’s still memorizing to dream of who we used to be. The trauma that can
Happen when direct and in-direct meet. Like I’m saying things I don’t mean
Because you act a certain way and you say what …

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.

The Beginning to the End

I felt it coming like the calm before the storm
It was a beautiful day but a lonesome night
Even though he wasn’t there I seen him as clear as I did so many times
I remembered him, I yearned for him, I felt myself weakening
He wasn’t there with me.He wasn’t holding me but I told myself
STOP Being so emotional your feeling from your flesh..After that my mind met sleep
But then the Angels started whispering… Saying things like” she needs to be broken”
“She needs to find her strength. No man that is not bestowed to her should keep her from her sleep”
And that’s When I woke troubled by the thoughts I kept. I was losing him he was no longer going to be in my reach.
Hidden from truth I needed to be SET A PART.I withdrew myself from society no longer feeling the need to be a lost sheep, no longer letting the obstruction of the free world weigh heavy on my conscious, it was forcing my soul to weep.. I need to repent I NEED to repent I NEED TO REPENT. For the most high is real as Lauryn Hill says “Let…