Loc'd and Highly Favored

Nah,

no need for second guessing, 

being black is my biggest blessing. 

I'm a melanated mystery,

a byproduct of black history.

I'm my ancestors victory.

Undefeated.

Undisputed.

Righteously rooted.

I'm a super hue men, 

UV light pumps through my lumen. 

My skin absorbs the sun,

my hair even defies gravity,

So graphically,

you can say

I'm off the chart. 

With a heart made of 24k 

What more can I say,

I'm goddess flavored

Loc'd and highly favored.

In sync with my kink,

I'm blacknificient.

A high priestess of royal descent.

From the motherland

I  mother land,

I birth nations.

I am the manifestation

of Galatians 5:1.

Under the sun

I 2 step with the Son 

I match His fly, 

No lie 

Pinocchio

I've got no strings

to hold me down,

to make me fret 

or make me frown.

I had strings

but now I'm free, 

there are no strings on me. -Infinity

#imsodopechallenge

I'm so dope,
ya know what?
Nope.
That's a whole lie cause
I'm too fly to compare myself
to some powder or a rock.
I'm a thermostat
therefore I regulate what's hot
so I'm not
about to follow the rest
when I'm called to lead the pack,
besides didn't Whitney already
tell y'all that crack is wack.
So I guess that means I'm the anti drug.
Take note
I'm the anti-dope
Decembers goat
I'm so.. I'm so.. I'm so hope.
Yeah
I'm the straight and narrow
when your life feels a slope,
when you find it hard to cope.
I'm your clean addiction
the belief that provides
relief from your affliction
and I do it with no side effect
I didn't come to infect
I'm here to affect
you won't have to sniff nor inject.
Baby I'm good for the soul.
I'm so hope
I'm the cornerstone where faith meets your fear
I'm always near
right here posted at the intersection of
truth and trust
which must mean I'm heaven sent
or at least,
I'm your God send.
I'm that light wind
that tickles the hairs on the back of your neck,
I'm how you keep the lights on
when you've living check to check.
I'm so hope
I loosen the grip of life's tight squeeze,
I bring grown men to their knees
they tell me they see a future with me.
I'm so hope
they call me Enoch
cause I walk with the Lord,
y'all taking 2 steps back but I'm that giant leap forward.
I'm so hope
I'm the promise of mo better days
clarity in midst of your daze
GPS i guide you to mo better Waze.
I'm the navigation when you're feeling lost.
Boss
I'm so hope
did I mention that I was born on Christmas?
That's Christ mas or more Christ
so when God sent  us
nigga he did it to bless y'all twice.
Yo I'm nice.
I'm found in every dimension
exceeding height, width and depth,
I'm that prayer before your final breath.
Yes,
hope gets deferred
but I only do it to make your plans looking slightly blurred
I do it to make you believe more,
I'm the push that helps you reach what you achieve for.
So while they're writing poems about being pushed weight
I push wait.
I'm the yellow light to slows you down
a life jacket when you're just about to drown
I'm that unforeseen warning
I'm so hope
I'm the joy that comes to you first thing in the morning.
I'm Infinity
so even when this body is good and gone
I'll forever live on
standing beside faith and love.
The 3 of us shall always remain,
I'm so hope
how many of y'all can you say the same?

My Mom was Everything... and then some .

My mom was everything..
and then some.
The immense sum of
Raymond's darkness and Leona's light.
She was a catastrophic explosion
a supernova that shined hell of bright.
And despite
her imperfections she was just right..
for us.
Though times we would bicker and fuss,
we spoke in each other's language of love.
Released the white dove
when it was time to cease
and restore peace.
Cause see
that's what you do
when your relationships ascends,
and you grow from being mother and child
to becoming the closest of friends.
And she,
she was my BFF..
staff to clef..
sous to chef,
a team
but you couldn't tell her that she wasn't the ref.
She was the Janet in our family,
had a thing for Control.
Smart and sassy,
fierce and bold.
Enjoyed
corny jokes,
she was simply a-maize-ing.
Sacrificed her life,
to foster those she helped in raising--

LaTisha
Durelle
Jamel
Monica
Felicia
LaToya
Javon
Tisha
Toya
Nyree
Jamison
Aaron
Sapphire
Nicole
Diamond
Larry
Ryan
Alex
Patrick
Jasmine
Trinity
Rasheeda
and Shaheen.
We, her legacy
she our queen.

She was greatness
times 4 million, 4 thousand, 4 hundred and forty 4.
Not to keep score
but if you told her you loved her,
she replied, "I love you more."
Her intentions were pure,
into the poor she would pour.
Never hesitated to give of her last,
and if you were lucky enough
to be invited by pass..
her tough exterior,
then you'd recognize the presence
of something divinely superior.

She was a work in work,
a good Samaritan and a jerk.
A saint, she ain't
but she was the perfect balance
of sinner and winner.
And right before it was over
I watched her even conquered hell,
kept up appearances,
she wore the armor of God quite well.

She lived a marvelous life,
not just as a mom
a daughter,
sister,
auntie,
grandma
and twice over,
a wife.

Mother's Day is different,
never will they be like the rest.
Being without her being is difficult,
But I made a promise to give it my best.
So before the waves come a crashing
and I go numb,
figured I let you in on
how my mom was everything..
and then some.

Cry's The Limit

Eventually all the calls will cease and desist,
causing you to seize and resist
thoughts that you too have ceased to exist..
You'll feel dismissed.
Left questioning why,
text now go without reply
from people who said they'd be there.
Soon you'll have to teach yourself to breath with no air.
Stare
at a starless sky wondering where's the sun,
no pun,
it wasn't until dawned on me that I saw the light..
2020 sharpened sight
The rain's gone and I can finally see clearer now,
fog's settled I can vitally see clearly how
people will offer to stand with you in your grief,
but only when it's brief.
And over time your belief will trump their relief
cause you'll be left in midair,
with nothing more than a wing and a prayer.
So learn to fly,
get good at goodbye.
Confess
this is your call to quiesce.
Master peace,
openly release.
Cry out torrential rain,
fill buckets up with your hidden pain.
Solange,
the only way to get around this crane--
is through.
It's you vs you.
Because yes
in this test,
eventually all the calls and text will fade,
relationship retrograde.
Just be thankful for the few that stayed
and forgive those who strayed.
Focus your vision on your Father in heaven,
He must love you so very much,
because at the peak of your valley,
He removed physical touch.
Shut down the whole world
to show you it's not about being comforted by any of them,
blessed you with quarantime so you could pull on
your God given strengths from within.

What Are You Willing To Do

You,
using your tongue on me
like you're trying to create the earth's 8th wonder.
I'll be the Red Sea and with your lips to my lips,
asunder.
Lightning,
lightning usually follows the thunder.
So Marvel me Thor,
put your face in it
like you're carving yourself into Mount Rushmore.
Use that pretty mouth of yours
for what it was meant,
on bended knee
repent.
This body is a temple
so praise the god in me.
No blasphemy,
just bask in me--
these are healing waters.
Call me John cause I baptize,
tip the ship until we capsize
but baby
don't be afraid to drown.
Just slowly inhale and exhale in it like you need to woosah stress,
then bless your meal and eat like you've been malnourished.
I do wonders for health,
I'm the taste of good fortune and wealth.
That's right
I am the cure,
organic and pure.
nature's protection.
I have nothing to mask
but if you ask,
yes,
yes you can wrap my legs around your face
to prevent the Corona.
But eventually
you will need to build that boat, Jonah--
there's a flood up ahead.
and like I said,
don't dread,
just
sink deep
til you sip zinc
from my pink meat.
Yeah baby you like it raw.
You're a carnivore,
and this is what you go carnal for,
this is what you beg karma for,
do onto others as you want done unto you,
right?


So come with it Ike,
you and I
we don't gotta fight
I want the whole cake and the batter.
love's got nothing to do with this--
it's a fucking matter.
You got me hammered to nail
but I like to screw mine,
I want you supine
so I can spit shine
anointing oils all over the head.
Slide you to the edge of the bed
and bless you.
Be the new pope you confess to,
look me in the eyes
and watch as I restore hope.
Or we can play Muppets
and you be the Kermit in the back of Ms. Piggy's throat.
Slow wind til I choke,
deep stroke til I croak,
if I die, I die.
I've already signed over my DNR-- do not resist.
There will be no throwing of any towels,
I want to be on top of your moans
and under your growls.
Penetrate
until you perforate
my inner cheek.
Do it just right
work up my appetite,
you got me craving a nutty snack.
Slow kisses to the sack
as I grip them from the back.
You taste like,
like the kind of revolution they don't want to televise.
Like the antidote,
the antidote they try hard to neutralize.
You savor the flavor of social change.
Nigga,
this must be that,
that Dick Gregory
or abolished slavery.
Baby,
I'll suck the activist out of you,
leave lasting marks
be your Rosa Parks
I want at the front of your bust.
Plus,
I didn't hear a bell.
Ring tonsils
til we quell.
It's time to make freedom come.
So soldier
on your feet at full attention,
blast off that built up tension
right here
about
face.
Violate all 6 ft of this space
to kiss it,
kiss it better.
I'm tired of this
quarantine dreamin'
I'm ready to feed you cream pies,
while taking shots of your semen.

Text Support

Scene: Seen.

Somewhere in between

Sent and received

They believed

The convo should be short stopped,

Hopped out the inbox

With the volume of silence left on max.

Macs closed on laps

Apps shut on lapse.

Specs full of double checks

I see blue.

ICU

Do not resuscitate

Cause of death:

Their inability to properly communicate.

Hope Deferred

Standing at the crossroads of hope FULL and hope LESS.

Fighting against an invisible opponent that came to destroy the past, present and future.

With its white hand of chaos it grips every loved one tighter.  

Optimistically trying to inhale and exhale.

Giving everything to hold on. 

Quietly screaming! 

Blind sided with open eyes.

Naive to believe everything seen.

Foolish not to.

Exhausted by love.

Drained by fear.

Traumatized by the torment. 

God are you listening?

Can you hear me now?

They want the pain.

They yearn for the missing tears. 

Blood soaked.

Gut wrenched.

Laboring for days only to deliver a stillborn of lies.

Secrets choking, squeezing, suffocating each promise.

Heart sickened by deferment.

Passively waiting.

Wading through unknown familiar territory..

At the crossroads of hope FULL and hope LESS.