“They think they know”

They dooo…
They think
they doooo…

You don’t listen
You compare.
You brush me off
Like you don’t care.
Clarify this shit…
As My diagnosis
rolls up off anothers
Tongues…

like
Water off a leaf
That’s weak…

Let me make it
Clear to those
Who won’t and
Don’t understand
That the issue
Can’t be compared
To you self
Diagnosis of me
Or yourself.

Boxed in a
A box in corner…
Small walls
I can’t peak over
Them.
With out…
I dare you to
speak… Making
Me more lonely…

“OH just do some breathing techniques and exercise. “

Ok that’s fine!
but It only
Last for a little
while!
You wonder why!
I Don’t smile!
I just
Need a stronger
Dose im on
Enough meds
To take a bull
Down!

Make me bitter
At all repetitive
remarks!

You!
Don’t!
Know!
Me!

Let me tell you
How it feels to
Be me!

Relationships/can’t
Going out in public/won’t
Being surrounded by
new people your
Friend knows/ I don’t think so…

I can socialize
to an extent.
If I say something
Out of order…..
To the huddle…
You may or may
Not hear me
keep apologizing……..

So my isolated
My inner and outer
Being…….

These issues with
in me.

Can only be exposed
If you know me….
Or sometimes not
I just feel…
Real tire…
So good night…

O ya…
I forgot…

Most times group
With a bunch of
Me’s and yous can…
Maybe even a hand
Full can understand me…

Only!

My mind
Is…

Mostly out of
Order………

I never asked for
A pity party ………

Lemon Spines


(For WordPress only)


To the…

Nappy corn
rows…

Tribal mischief
making
Torn garment
Trending…

By black beauty
center fold
Of all earth’s
gold…

Times…

A planet
expose
to my….

Behold…

Never
to be forgotten
Trending center…

Fold…

Trending
Center fold
Trending center…

Fold…

Is for the love
Of sweat topics…

You write with…

Tongue a tropical
Thunder…

Dances
to rain drops…

On our thrones…

As it was
written…

kings…

Queens…

Hello black
Self-esteem…

Black like the…

Power in
One right side
Fist to….

Sometime
A strike…

Putting
Up a fight…

Solution was
Fists…

To….

Put you in your
Place…

Keeps
you on point…

To wicked ways…

Black is beautiful….

I say black…

It Is beautiful in
every…

lips shade for
shadowing me…

Like the trees
swaying in the breeze…

Cameroon soil…

Uganda…

Tanzania…

South Africa
Before the British
Took it….

Yet…

I got to have
that center to
fold you…

To ease
my social
Anxiety…

The only
Race of a people
Who don’t look
Down on me….

Aren’t Frightened
by me…

We can only
Truly know our
Own struggle…

Sun rises
on dark skin…

A melonated
Fragrance…

Light skin….

I can’t…

Fight skin…

Is a…

delight skin…

Smells like..

Like…

Like…

Damn it’s
So repetitive…

Never to be
forgotten by I…

Like the
Lost tribes of
Israel…

Come over
here…

Give
me some of
the sweet sweet…

Ooowww….

Chocolate Sunday
on a Saturday…

leaving Monday
a day for fun day…

making it feel like a
Friday…

Touch my
Chocolate…

I’ll take
the trash out like
Thursday…

Not a hopeless
romantic…

Bandit thoroughly…

Needing my
black bambee
close…

To…

I…

eye to
eye is a kiss full..

Hugs so tight I can
feel your….

Soul…

my black…
Ah…

Da..

Black Queens……..

FINGER PAINT

FINGER PAINT

I love all the
colors in the
world. A
kaleidoscope
of skin colors
and flesh. Colors
keep the world
spinning dripping
wet paint on a
blank canvas of
a colorless dinner
plates put on
display for
everyone to see.
I love it! I love
the different colors
God made. The
mortal difference…
The depth of
textures… Down
to every freckle,
eye color, hair color
and skin color. All
formed together
to make an
explosion of all
of life’s sweetest
things. Life’s
sweetest thing
to me is diversity.