I've lost my way
My map says reality
but this sign says fantasy
Their intersections crossed
and have me living recklessly
Which way, which way is it?
I'm waiting for you to lead the way
cuz I'm looking down this path
and I just can't see
Everything around is blinding me
Take your hand?...and then?
I can't go to the place I was in again
It left me at a dead end
This fantasy you left me in
I should probably ask for directions
and I've lost all connections
to what's real and and what I've imagined
to what I can feel and what's a distraction
SOS...someone save me
I'm out of hope
and my faith is almost empty
Have you seen the road to reality
Last call...last call for reality
l'm sorry maam you can't take everything
You must leave the self destruction, rose colored glasses, and naivety
Watch ur step and don't look back
That's how you get trapped in fantasy
Welcome back, next stop reality
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Delta My Delta
My Delta,
She's a Diva
She stands out in the crowd
Crimson in her eyes
Illustrious goes before her with pride
Her style is bold
Her manner is regal
With a passion unwavering
From the day she was created
My Sigma,
Is my strength
Cream is the Purity
with which I reach my hand to serve
Courage is the certainty
With which I lead my life
My heart beats with fortitude
I go fearlessly in the direction of Change
My Theta,
I dedicate to my sisterhood
Ladies with nobility and class
Bonds closer than bloodlines themselves
A common dream reflected from the past
With delight 1913 we uphold and believe
We carry the torch
With wisdom we lead
My pride for her is eternal
My voice for her is thunderous
There is none other like her
Growing stronger than we can see
I am she and she is me
My name forever written
On the pages of her story
She is my Delta Sigma Theta
All my love pledged unto her
She's a Diva
She stands out in the crowd
Crimson in her eyes
Illustrious goes before her with pride
Her style is bold
Her manner is regal
With a passion unwavering
From the day she was created
My Sigma,
Is my strength
Cream is the Purity
with which I reach my hand to serve
Courage is the certainty
With which I lead my life
My heart beats with fortitude
I go fearlessly in the direction of Change
My Theta,
I dedicate to my sisterhood
Ladies with nobility and class
Bonds closer than bloodlines themselves
A common dream reflected from the past
With delight 1913 we uphold and believe
We carry the torch
With wisdom we lead
My pride for her is eternal
My voice for her is thunderous
There is none other like her
Growing stronger than we can see
I am she and she is me
My name forever written
On the pages of her story
She is my Delta Sigma Theta
All my love pledged unto her
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Time Stood Still
Your words intersect mine
And the time in my heart stood still
This moment in time framed
So as not to forget the illusion
And the conclusion of your perfection
Amidst the broken pieces
And shattered places
Lie our faces in the minutes
Of happines that cease to tick
This millisecond, glimpses of how you were
Brought a cure to a pulse steady
With rhythms of anger and dissapointment
This instant I want to remember
As tender as the day I met you
Here there is no doubt
And your actions cause no fear
The tears that grace my cheek
Are from fluttering hearts and sweet nothings
It is the intersection between my dreams and what is reality
The actuality is that the clock ticked away this time
tick tock tick tock
So Ill keep you frozen in my thoughts
between the beats of my heart
Where time stands still
And the time in my heart stood still
This moment in time framed
So as not to forget the illusion
And the conclusion of your perfection
Amidst the broken pieces
And shattered places
Lie our faces in the minutes
Of happines that cease to tick
This millisecond, glimpses of how you were
Brought a cure to a pulse steady
With rhythms of anger and dissapointment
This instant I want to remember
As tender as the day I met you
Here there is no doubt
And your actions cause no fear
The tears that grace my cheek
Are from fluttering hearts and sweet nothings
It is the intersection between my dreams and what is reality
The actuality is that the clock ticked away this time
tick tock tick tock
So Ill keep you frozen in my thoughts
between the beats of my heart
Where time stands still
Monday, December 14, 2009
Body Language
My Body it talks to you
Telling you it wants you in everyway
From frontways, to behind ways, to oh so sensual sideways
It craves everything you give
It's nectar to live
From tiger eyes to butta thighs it talks to you
My curves whisper touch me, kiss me, hold me, caress me
Divuldge in everything my body has to offer
Soft and wet it screams touch my clit
It talks to you
And my body language is fluently sexual and utterly suseptible
To the passion you speak back to it
I kiss your lips and my Honey drips and as my body gets the notion that
your dick is getting closer
It starts over flowin and my grindin gets stronger
It talks to you
To chase me is to submit me to the depths
Where my moans cannot be kept
When I must let you know
That I feel you fa sho
Stroke after stroke it talks to you
In a language that only you and I understand
My body commands your attention
And with no pretention
The clinch of my fist amidst you
Bringing me to my pleasure is
My body's clever way of sayin
Damn baby
As my body gives into you
Its totally concentual
My body's language is fluently sexual
Telling you it wants you in everyway
From frontways, to behind ways, to oh so sensual sideways
It craves everything you give
It's nectar to live
From tiger eyes to butta thighs it talks to you
My curves whisper touch me, kiss me, hold me, caress me
Divuldge in everything my body has to offer
Soft and wet it screams touch my clit
It talks to you
And my body language is fluently sexual and utterly suseptible
To the passion you speak back to it
I kiss your lips and my Honey drips and as my body gets the notion that
your dick is getting closer
It starts over flowin and my grindin gets stronger
It talks to you
To chase me is to submit me to the depths
Where my moans cannot be kept
When I must let you know
That I feel you fa sho
Stroke after stroke it talks to you
In a language that only you and I understand
My body commands your attention
And with no pretention
The clinch of my fist amidst you
Bringing me to my pleasure is
My body's clever way of sayin
Damn baby
As my body gives into you
Its totally concentual
My body's language is fluently sexual
Monday, November 16, 2009
It's My World
I know that the world is not perfect...but in times like this I can only hope for peace of mind
I want to just close my eyes and wake up and know that it is all a bad dream
That money is abundant and late notices and evictions don't exist
A world that people who are sisters blood and otherwise are truly there to comfort and confide
I long for that genuine feeling that I pride myself on giving to others
It brings me to tears that man will always dissapoint you but fills me with joy to know that I know a God that will never forsake me
In a perfect world I would know all the words and have all the courage and strength to stand up for myself as I do for those who can not speak for themselves
Self medication for hurt and pain would cease to exist because expression of feelings would overule
Egos would be set aside for the good of all to prevail
Pillows would not be wet with tears and solitude would not be wished for for fear of being betrayed and mistreated
People that say they keep it 100 would at least keep it 75
and rose colored glasses would actually let you see the greener grass
Love would be like a Temptations song and not a Beyonce he did me wrong song pack his shit to the left to the left song
A new start would mean anticipating the next day with amazing friends and living it up with them today
God never puts more on us than we can bear and the weight of the world would feel light as a feather
If only to have the faith the size of a mustard seed oh the mountains you could move...
Treat others as if they were yourself and love yourself as if there were no other person in the world
I pray for you and I pray for me just to make it...
I want to just close my eyes and wake up and know that it is all a bad dream
That money is abundant and late notices and evictions don't exist
A world that people who are sisters blood and otherwise are truly there to comfort and confide
I long for that genuine feeling that I pride myself on giving to others
It brings me to tears that man will always dissapoint you but fills me with joy to know that I know a God that will never forsake me
In a perfect world I would know all the words and have all the courage and strength to stand up for myself as I do for those who can not speak for themselves
Self medication for hurt and pain would cease to exist because expression of feelings would overule
Egos would be set aside for the good of all to prevail
Pillows would not be wet with tears and solitude would not be wished for for fear of being betrayed and mistreated
People that say they keep it 100 would at least keep it 75
and rose colored glasses would actually let you see the greener grass
Love would be like a Temptations song and not a Beyonce he did me wrong song pack his shit to the left to the left song
A new start would mean anticipating the next day with amazing friends and living it up with them today
God never puts more on us than we can bear and the weight of the world would feel light as a feather
If only to have the faith the size of a mustard seed oh the mountains you could move...
Treat others as if they were yourself and love yourself as if there were no other person in the world
I pray for you and I pray for me just to make it...
Friday, October 2, 2009
October is also Relationship Violence Awareness Month (purple ribbons)
1 in 3 women will be abused in her lifetime
3 out of 4 teens are affected by relationship violence
Wake up people #stoptheviolence
This poem is one of my first and is near and dear to my heart...it's about a young girl living with a secret of rape...open up your hearts and realize that this epidemic is REAL!
She Wore Red
As she walked she was made up dressed up done up
And the secret that she held inside was one that she was taugh to hide
By the man who forced her to wear Red
And as she lay with him and it hurt for him to come inside
She remembered the other man's eyes
As he held her against that bathroom wall
Ans she refused to die
He liked what he was doing
And as the man she loved pushed it in and took it out
She remembered the immense amount of blood
That ran from the mahoghany stature that was her bodily essence
And there was no explanation for the Red she wore
It wasn't her short skirt or her sexy curves
It was just a pure act of hatred
Against the beautiful girl that wouldn't give him what he wanted
And she remembered as she lay there nearly dead
Wearing her own Red
That she prayed to the Lord to take her soul
And make it whole
So that she could walk again
With her head held high
And love this man between her thighs
And forgive the man that fucked her
With no regard
To leave her there with more than a broken heart
And as she scratched his back and held him close
She remembered the day
She wanted to forget the most
The day when she wore RED
1 in 3 women will be abused in her lifetime
3 out of 4 teens are affected by relationship violence
Wake up people #stoptheviolence
This poem is one of my first and is near and dear to my heart...it's about a young girl living with a secret of rape...open up your hearts and realize that this epidemic is REAL!
She Wore Red
As she walked she was made up dressed up done up
And the secret that she held inside was one that she was taugh to hide
By the man who forced her to wear Red
And as she lay with him and it hurt for him to come inside
She remembered the other man's eyes
As he held her against that bathroom wall
Ans she refused to die
He liked what he was doing
And as the man she loved pushed it in and took it out
She remembered the immense amount of blood
That ran from the mahoghany stature that was her bodily essence
And there was no explanation for the Red she wore
It wasn't her short skirt or her sexy curves
It was just a pure act of hatred
Against the beautiful girl that wouldn't give him what he wanted
And she remembered as she lay there nearly dead
Wearing her own Red
That she prayed to the Lord to take her soul
And make it whole
So that she could walk again
With her head held high
And love this man between her thighs
And forgive the man that fucked her
With no regard
To leave her there with more than a broken heart
And as she scratched his back and held him close
She remembered the day
She wanted to forget the most
The day when she wore RED
A Woman's Mind
This was going to be a poem but it would probably be 3 pages long lol anyways pay attention you might learn a thing or two
A woman's mind is constantly racing, trying to figure out the next move, idea or plan. It can sometimes be hard for her to stay in the present because the future is all that she longs for. She wants you to understand that if you can get her mind to hit pause for even two seconds let alone two or more years, you should feel priveledged because trust and believe at one point she had already moved on to the next thing.
When you do her wrong in any capacity the first thing that comes to mind is revenge, and just because at that point she doesn't verbally acknowledge that you are foul just look into her eyes and you can already tell that her mind is working on a plan to correct and or erase yo ass!
Yea she does want the finer things in life but it's also the little things that keep her mind on pause. Don't think that in our mind we always have to have the Gucci, Prada, and eat at restaurants where the appetizer is $50. All that is nice but if you find yourself providing this all the time, trust me there is a real woman that in her mind is thinking the same things you are.
Even the smallest things that goes on in a woman's mind she probably will never say out loud no matter how much of an independent, strong minded woman she is. For instance you say you want her to look like Beyonce, well she wants you to look like Will Smith, Denzel, Trey Songz, Idris Elba...and you don't hear her complaining. She knows when you're full of shit and it takes everything that she has to be a lady, hold her tounge, let it be. The weight issue is a lose lose situation for you, no matter how you put it, in her mind she will ALWAYS think you're saying she is fat and call you all kinds of bitches and hoes and wonder why the hell you talking after you just demolished two all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese on a sesame seed bun.
Love for a woman is like a game of chess. For your every move there is a counter move and she plays the game just as well as the best and sometimes better. In her mind trust is a gift but she will make a return purchase in a heartbeat. The song "Not Gonna Cry" stays on repeat and boyfriend number 2s only exist because we plan to make him number one you just don't know it yet.
She wakes up in the morning dreading having to put on make up and spend time curling and flat ironing hair that you're probably not gonna notice anyway. Going out with friends is freedom and a release of being caged up like a damn animal. She is not looking for love in the club really often times she is looking for what you are looking for and doesn't plan on calling you back after that. Truth be told she can buy her own drink so if you dumb enough to open your wallet in her mind she is calling you a sucker.
Last but not least sex...you think about it every 3 seconds and she is right there with you. She doesn't want it to be a chore and sometimes she really just doesn't wanna do it. In her mind foreplay is the best thing ever while you're waiting on your's she's gotten hers about five times already. It does NOT take hours really after a while the clock is ticking and she just wants to take a shower. Finally SIZE does matter...lol
A woman's mind is constantly racing, trying to figure out the next move, idea or plan. It can sometimes be hard for her to stay in the present because the future is all that she longs for. She wants you to understand that if you can get her mind to hit pause for even two seconds let alone two or more years, you should feel priveledged because trust and believe at one point she had already moved on to the next thing.
When you do her wrong in any capacity the first thing that comes to mind is revenge, and just because at that point she doesn't verbally acknowledge that you are foul just look into her eyes and you can already tell that her mind is working on a plan to correct and or erase yo ass!
Yea she does want the finer things in life but it's also the little things that keep her mind on pause. Don't think that in our mind we always have to have the Gucci, Prada, and eat at restaurants where the appetizer is $50. All that is nice but if you find yourself providing this all the time, trust me there is a real woman that in her mind is thinking the same things you are.
Even the smallest things that goes on in a woman's mind she probably will never say out loud no matter how much of an independent, strong minded woman she is. For instance you say you want her to look like Beyonce, well she wants you to look like Will Smith, Denzel, Trey Songz, Idris Elba...and you don't hear her complaining. She knows when you're full of shit and it takes everything that she has to be a lady, hold her tounge, let it be. The weight issue is a lose lose situation for you, no matter how you put it, in her mind she will ALWAYS think you're saying she is fat and call you all kinds of bitches and hoes and wonder why the hell you talking after you just demolished two all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese on a sesame seed bun.
Love for a woman is like a game of chess. For your every move there is a counter move and she plays the game just as well as the best and sometimes better. In her mind trust is a gift but she will make a return purchase in a heartbeat. The song "Not Gonna Cry" stays on repeat and boyfriend number 2s only exist because we plan to make him number one you just don't know it yet.
She wakes up in the morning dreading having to put on make up and spend time curling and flat ironing hair that you're probably not gonna notice anyway. Going out with friends is freedom and a release of being caged up like a damn animal. She is not looking for love in the club really often times she is looking for what you are looking for and doesn't plan on calling you back after that. Truth be told she can buy her own drink so if you dumb enough to open your wallet in her mind she is calling you a sucker.
Last but not least sex...you think about it every 3 seconds and she is right there with you. She doesn't want it to be a chore and sometimes she really just doesn't wanna do it. In her mind foreplay is the best thing ever while you're waiting on your's she's gotten hers about five times already. It does NOT take hours really after a while the clock is ticking and she just wants to take a shower. Finally SIZE does matter...lol
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