"Poets are all those who have the courage to exercise their imagination and their empathy to create alternative worlds that provide vantage points from which we can critique, indite, change and transform the world in which we live." - Dr. Cornel West
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
SHADES OF BLACK
Hey you,
Sister
Ashamed of my color?
Look closely, I have no mask,
I appear as you see me, no facades
You shouldn’t hate me loving myself
Why bondage?
There is freedom in being free…
It’s in the curve of my lower back
sides merging into my thick brown thighs
My arms strong with my sweet face and flat rounding nose
The gracefulness of my textured hair swinging as I walk
Swinging my gifted hips
My glazing color, like the smooth red soil of Africa
There is freedom in being me, peace
Without your approval.
Sister,
Free your mind
Let the queen inside you emerge like a serene perfume,
You were made with fear and wonder.
Just like
A glance from God
You are like me,
A foundation of things which are astounding,
a deeply nurtured root,
the “iron man” tree of strength and humility
Sister,
We are
A glimpse of everything wonderful,
Unmovable, resilient
Like our ancestors long time ago,
Remember them,
the women warriors,
African, American, Islander
all together,
one shade of black.
Copyright. 2010. Moji S.
Sister
Ashamed of my color?
Look closely, I have no mask,
I appear as you see me, no facades
You shouldn’t hate me loving myself
Why bondage?
There is freedom in being free…
It’s in the curve of my lower back
sides merging into my thick brown thighs
My arms strong with my sweet face and flat rounding nose
The gracefulness of my textured hair swinging as I walk
Swinging my gifted hips
My glazing color, like the smooth red soil of Africa
There is freedom in being me, peace
Without your approval.
Sister,
Free your mind
Let the queen inside you emerge like a serene perfume,
You were made with fear and wonder.
Just like
A glance from God
You are like me,
A foundation of things which are astounding,
a deeply nurtured root,
the “iron man” tree of strength and humility
Sister,
We are
A glimpse of everything wonderful,
Unmovable, resilient
Like our ancestors long time ago,
Remember them,
the women warriors,
African, American, Islander
all together,
one shade of black.
Copyright. 2010. Moji S.
Monday, September 13, 2010
gut feeling

I have started to believe in the power of the "gut feeling." I had a gut feeling when I met a man four years ago that he would be the one. My gut feeling was right! Here is the first poem I wrote to him (my very first valentine's day gift to him).
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Title: I Imagined You
I imagined that his face will be as glorious as the morning sun;
His splendor as radiant as the moon
I will see joy in him through his smile,
And strength from his healing wounds
I imagined that each breath he takes is not in vain;
Each day is a special gift to him
I will see vision in him through his eyes;
He has a purpose in mind; an important goal to fulfill
I imagined that the path he walks is approved by God;
Indeed, I will see and hear God in him
I imagined that his words will have wings to fly,
And his character will have anchors to endure each storm.
Copyright. 2010. Moji S.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
its been long since i bloggggeeedd
Life as been so busy with school, relationships, transformations, etc. I have been busy reading a book called the 7 habits of highly effective people and I suggest this book for everyone. Here is a nice quote from the book....
Self growth is tender; its holy ground. There's no greater investment. -Stephen Covey
Self growth is tender; its holy ground. There's no greater investment. -Stephen Covey
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Daughters of Eve
I wrote this poem below in honor of two women I once knew; they both passed away of cancer at a very young age. I post this poem today in honor of World's AIDS DAY. Enjoy and share your thoughts!
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Title: Daughters of Eve
Daughters of eve
As beautiful as can be
Are now being laid to sleep
For all eternity
No chance to blossom, no time to shine
Their stories go unfinished;
No happily ever afters
Let the people gather
Let their memories be revived
Let the people morn
For these daughters will never return
This plague wears many faces…
HIV,
Cancer,
Too many faces
Too many unfinished stories
Let every daughter know her enemy
Let each of them hold on to hope
For the adversary wears many faces
And makes happily ever afters no more
This rope must be stronger
This grip must be hard
Daughters of eve,
This hope must be in God
Hold on and never let go
For the enemy has a trap for your soul.
These lost wear many masks…
Abuse,
Suicide,
Too many facades
Too many unfinished stories…too many have went untold.
Copyright. 2010. Moji S.
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Title: Daughters of Eve
Daughters of eve
As beautiful as can be
Are now being laid to sleep
For all eternity
No chance to blossom, no time to shine
Their stories go unfinished;
No happily ever afters
Let the people gather
Let their memories be revived
Let the people morn
For these daughters will never return
This plague wears many faces…
HIV,
Cancer,
Too many faces
Too many unfinished stories
Let every daughter know her enemy
Let each of them hold on to hope
For the adversary wears many faces
And makes happily ever afters no more
This rope must be stronger
This grip must be hard
Daughters of eve,
This hope must be in God
Hold on and never let go
For the enemy has a trap for your soul.
These lost wear many masks…
Abuse,
Suicide,
Too many facades
Too many unfinished stories…too many have went untold.
Copyright. 2010. Moji S.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Another Litany
This is another litany written years and years ago when I took a sociology course back in my undergrad. days. If this poem sounds aggressive to you, that is because it was written that way....Enjoy!
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Title: Like the thoughts in my mind
Like the serpent in the garden, like the real un-religion, like Cain not Abel, like revelation’s pale horse, galloping like the real Christ
Like casual Christianity…
Like the science of evolutionary earth like, their phylum-kingdom-phyla names, like eugenics, like illusions, delusion, like deceit.
Like slave masters, like kkks, like hitlers, like MLK assassins
Like people are dying
Like there is no God, like blindness, like “free the slaves” but separate and not equal, like the crow of jim cruelty, anti-civil rights, like backlash-backwards like.
Like the society backlashing
Crashing like alcoholism isn’t, like cocaine cracking weed, like lust, like money, like hell, like hell’s hell, like burning. Like hip-hopping-keep-killing guns, like lethal-cold lyrics, like weapons-like nuclear-like mass corruptions
Like nine elevens, not even, not fair…
Copyright. 2010. Moji S.
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Title: Like the thoughts in my mind
Like the serpent in the garden, like the real un-religion, like Cain not Abel, like revelation’s pale horse, galloping like the real Christ
Like casual Christianity…
Like the science of evolutionary earth like, their phylum-kingdom-phyla names, like eugenics, like illusions, delusion, like deceit.
Like slave masters, like kkks, like hitlers, like MLK assassins
Like people are dying
Like there is no God, like blindness, like “free the slaves” but separate and not equal, like the crow of jim cruelty, anti-civil rights, like backlash-backwards like.
Like the society backlashing
Crashing like alcoholism isn’t, like cocaine cracking weed, like lust, like money, like hell, like hell’s hell, like burning. Like hip-hopping-keep-killing guns, like lethal-cold lyrics, like weapons-like nuclear-like mass corruptions
Like nine elevens, not even, not fair…
Copyright. 2010. Moji S.
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