Plague

How do we as women,
stop falling victim to the condition
of being way too forgiving?

I get that we value our relationships
and we've invested the time.
Opened up our hearts and
shared our body and our minds.

And even when we know that it's not right
we make up every excuse in the world.
Knowing full well that no man
should disrespect any black girl.

No man should lie to the face
of the one that he claims to love.
It's time to set the bar,
and expect to see him rise above.

This is a plague of low self esteem.
Lied to ourselves so long
that we began to fall for the dream.

That.

..'One day he'll be mine'..
..'What's not right now will one day be fine'..
..'I've got to be patient and just give him some time'..

So his behavior is accepted and
we try to tell ourselves that everything
is all good.
Life becomes stagnant
because we reside in the
should of, could of, woulds...

But not quite.

A wise man once said that a woman could
hear something and process it completely different.
Could know that isn't but convince herself
that it is it.

Which makes me ask myself,
is this disease
a matter of being naive,
or are we as women just prone to wanting to
believe?

So we could later tell ourselves
that we're becoming better and not bitter.
Conceal our true feelings to him
yet vent about them to strangers on Twitter.

Convince ourselves that we do it
because we've been taught that grudges
aren't meant to be held on.
So we brush it under the rug
in an attempt to move on.

All the while
the statistics rise higher and higher
because yet again we accepted false truths from a liar..

..scars from a beater.
..suspicions from a cheater.

Plagued by the thought that
we have the upper hand.
Because instead of being single
we can at least say that we have a man.

Just know that each time we forgive
and forget,
that it's us who suffers through another dose of regret.

Another heartache felt
all because of the cards that we
unconsciously dealt.

Remember that forgiveness is to be
given with the notion that the same
mistake won't be repeated.
The heart was designed to only take so much
before the spirit becomes depleted.

So women I beg
that we take the time in finding a cure,
and stop falling victim
of forgiving way too premature.

Haiku 5

To me he is fly
with his salt and peppered beard
and deep seated eyes.

Haiku 4

When least expected
a wind of inspiration
will blow you away.

His Rib

And to him,
I am his rib.

His love for me will surpass mountaintops.
His desire to hold on to me forever won't come as a task,
for his heart will want to provide for all that my heart shall ever ask.

The word love hasn't enough power to describe the way he will truly feel
because this connection between man and woman will be surreal.
Like I will feel the glow of the sun before it crosses my awakening face
and in this place of our togetherness,
I will embrace the man that God has chosen for me.

The clouds and the stars will begin to take shape
in knowing that our fate has been manifested.
The birds and the bees will be of ease,
the trees and the leaves will be the gatekeepers
to the silent still breeze.

Cause you see,
when I am with him and he is with me,
then for eternity I internally will be cloaked in passion.
Conception of erotic affections will later consume us too,
for I was designed to please only him.
Ahh,
as if I can somehow right now feel the warmth of his skin.

For all that I lack this man will back.
And for all that he needs,
I will gracefully sow the seeds.
Time will be of no interest and space of no concern.
In turn,
he has me and I have him.

Fairy tales run nowhere near close.
Neither fantasy nor fiction could do justice as to a prediction
of our "happily ever after."

For even in the life hereafter,
two souls
will stand at the gates made of pearl and streets made of gold.

Face to face with our Maker,
we wouldn't break accord.
Because on bended knee before the Lord,
we shall give thanks with no ad-lib.
Cause to me he is my Adam
and to him,
I am his rib.

Haiku 3

If only he knew
that my heart could be just his
if he asked for it.

I love you

..dedicated to the man of my future..

I love your scent.
I mean,
I love the way that you smell.
Hell,
I'm satisfied with it all.
You're a perfect fit for me,
not too small and about yay tall.

I love your style.
I mean,
I love the way you maintain your cool
but behind bedroom doors
you get buck wild.

I love your face.
I mean,
I think you're fly.
The way you lick your lips and
wink your eye.
With a caramel complexion--
skin that's been kissed by the sun,
and this is just the beginning
because I'm nowhere near done.

I can go on about how much
I love the way that you taste.
I mean,
your kisses are like honey.
Okay, I get that you think that may sound a tad bit funny.
But baby,
when you're in my presence,
you make all of my days sunny.

And I love your glow.
I love how you know
all the right things to say.
You make gay!
No, for real,
gay like my days are no longer gray
and if you stay
then I pray,
that our love will conquer all..

Because
I love your touch.
I mean,
I love how your eyes
don't speak but they
say so much.

I love you from head to toe,
and you may ask, "Well, how do you know?"
It's because I pray for you more than I do me,
and in your arms I could lie eternally.

Truth is,
I love all that you possess.
I confess..

At night I watch you sleep,
not to be misinterpreted like I'm some psycho creep.
It's simply for me to get one more peek,
before I myself,
begin to count sheep.

And I love your name.
I mean,
the way it rolls off my tongue.
And by now,
you may think
that I'm a tad bit sprung.

But this love right here
is a breath of fresh air,
brings me back to being a girl
experiencing her very first teenage love affair.

So I guess what I'm saying
is that I love your everything.
I mean,
I love you completely.
And I'll show you how much more
behind closed doors
a little more discreetly
because...

I love you.

Addict

I am
to him
like 
a drug.

A hit of ecstasy,
sniff of cocaine,
better yet
an inhale
of his sweet
Mary Jane.

 I
seep
deep
into his
brain.

My
love potion
#9
makes him
wild--
he borderlines
insane.

Addicted
to me.
Exactly where
I knew
he'd be.

But
don't blame me
for his
addictive
behavior.

Tried to
warn him
from the start
that my love
was too
much
for one
to savor.

So now,
just do me
this one
favor.

Breath in.
Breath out.