Monday, February 28, 2011


It is not a want it is a need
Words are coursing through my veins
Waiting to bleed out through my fingertips
Ready to stain the paper with power knowledge and love
Its an insatiable need to tell the stories of all

A desire to gain freedom
To wrap my words around your body like a sweet caress
To have my words make love to your mind
To have my words connect to your spirit

It is my addiction that has no rehab
I overdose on the see of words
My constant feenin for my drug has me strung out
Eyes glazed, body twitching looking for my next score
It is not a want it is a need


Saturday, February 26, 2011


And as you were listening to the Earth beat in you soul like drums on the Serengeti
My feet were planted in the sand of the atlantic wishing for the waves of knowledge and  love to wash over me and infuse my spirit
My heart drummed out a rhythm that I knew but did not know
Was it the same beat of your African drums?

You smile and my question is answered
No words are needed but you give voice to what I already know
As the Earth was beating in your soul you heard a new rhythm
It called to you softly and sweetly to the coolness of the water
An unfathomable desire to dip your hands in the calming waters and touch your dampened hands to your face
You felt my soul's rhythm pulsating through the waters.

That explains why the water gives me such solace
Because of you
When I was troubled I went to the water
When I was in need of protection I went to the water
When I was in need of comfort I went to the water
When I was happy I went to the water
Because in the water I found the spirit and heartbeat of my Warrior, my Love.


Friday, February 11, 2011


Sometimes you just have to ask why bother?
Really why should you bother?
Why not let everything continue on the way it always has?
Why open yourself up to frustration and disappointment?

Then it occurs to you WHY you bother.
You bother because you care.
You bother because you may open one person's eyes.
You bother because you have seen the past and want better for the future.
You bother because its ingrained in you.
You bother because you're on a mission that the ridicule, frustration and disappointment can't stop.
You bother because you want the best for the next generation.
You bother because you never give up.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Tears fall from my eyes. My heart aches. My mind is filled with confusion.
I am so angry because my voice is not loud enough to be heard over the cacophony of lies being spouted.
I feel so helpless.
I am supposed to be his help mate, but I have failed him.
My Black King is being mired down by a sea of negativity and I cannot erase it.
I feel defeated because I have not succeeded in showing the world his beauty and greatness.

He is brilliance personified. He shines with creativity and intelligence. His mind is incredible. He is always devising a plan to turn our goodness into our greatness.
He stands in the midst of his sons and daughters and they know they are truly loved and protected. They look up to him with eyes filled with love. They willingly and lovingly embrace his guidance.
He is strong, proud and confident. He walks with his head held high and with the knowledge of who God made him to be.

In his eyes I see my present and my future. He gazes at me with pure love. He sees beyond my outer appearence and looks into my soul. He sees me as God made me to be.
He is my mate. He is my protector. He is my lover.
He is my shield against a world that would rather see me beat down instead of lifted up.
He is my warrior when I feel overwhelmed and unsure.
He is my blanket when I need comfort and warmth.
He is my human handkerchief when tears spill from my eyes.
He is my support when I am weak.
He is my encourager when doubts plaque my mind,
He is my love.
He is my strong Black King.

And because I am his Queen I will not rest until the world sees him as I do.
Tonight I cry comforted in my loves arms.
Tomorrow I fight to bring him justice.