Black Hate
The melanin that runs through my veins is hated
By most,
They taught us lies,
“Youre nothing ! Not even a full man
¾ at most !”
Slaves, with forgotten names
I look around and it's all still the same.
They're not afraid of how we look ,
Nor how we walk and talk
No
They’re dismay is at the POWER our melanin holds.
They keep us divided because an educated black King or Queen
Is entirely too powerful for them to intervene
They can't push us in jail when we know our rights
Or steal our money if we can count it right
Invest it, cultivate it, grow it amongst ourselves.
So they give us drugs and lock our fathers up in tiny cells
And we think they deserve it because of what the media sells
We hate ourselves, our connection is faded
We must turn to God, He's in control , He is the greatest
He made us great too
Carbon under pressure shines bright like diamond
Until we learn to love, forgive and understand
we will continue to suffer
The disease of hate and miseducation is what plagues the black hustler
Peace and blessings to all the soldiers among us.
Rain
Warm
Humid grass
Enters my soul
Awakens my senses.
It’s so warm out,
My hair sways in the breeze
Curly frizz whispering to me
It’s wetter than it seems.
My mother
Yells from the doorway.
“Come on inside!
I think it’s going to rain.”
I look up to the heavens
The clouds gathering,
Joining,
Their fat bellies.
The trees dance,
With excitement.
Reaching out their arms
Ready for their drink.
I start to walk back,
One look back before I close the door
Just in time
To be blessed with a little smooch
From castles above.
My Heart
It swells when I look at you.
Both of you.
The way you need me,
and laugh when I make a funny face.
You eat my food and smear it all over the place.
Fuss when mommy's in a bad mood.
Cry when you want to sleep
but need mommy's lovin before you can fall in deep.
I love your baby language
and how you use your eyes to speak.
The way you hug and kiss me
Thats when my heart is at its peak.
I love you both so very very much
My love will never quiet down
and will never be hushed.
God really blessed me
My little boy
My little girl
He chose me as your mommy
and made you my world.
Waking Up Early
Waking up early is a super hard task.
Imagine. Laying in bed, warm and snug. The love of your life lightly snoring next to you. You gently reach over and stroke their hair, feeling their breath entering and leaving their body.
And the baby, cradled softly in a dream. Her warm, fuzzy skin stuck to yours by an unseen, but definitely felt law.
The baby in my belly kicks. He’s hungry. He felt the blessing though, my eyes had opened.
I get up, bathroom. After Wudu, I look in the mirror smiling wide and tell myself “Wow, you’re amazing.” and quickly go thank the Almighty Creator for the blessing of this very moment.
I told myself to be stronger. Waking up early is my first blessing of the day, I prepare myself to recieve many many more.
I will no longer let houghts of weak procrastination control me and effect the things I love. Thats not me anymore.
Waking up early is a super hard task.
But I am determined to win the first battle.
John
My sweet Romeo.
So handsome, misleading.
I was so young then,
Didn’t recognize the feeling.
We walked one rainy night
My sister had to come too.
She honored us with privacy,
To talk and watch the moon.
He was a bad boy, piercing in his tongue
I was a sweet young girl, wanted to have some fun.
I had never kissed before, i gave him my first one.
Right there, under the wet tree
In the park
Sis later told me
She wanted to barf.
I would’ve too, had i known
That years later
Id be his clown
He asked for my innocence
For his love, I was down
We did it
In the basement
I honestly wasnt ready
Then i found out he cheated
Last night.. thats right
But everyone knew that already.
Thats what happened to me,
For believing in fairytales
Be careful ladies..
They tend to hide their scales