Silence is the best answer for a fool

Today someone said a derogatory something to someone concerning some people like me.
And sometimes I gain the strength to ignore some ignorant people like him but for some reason, I almost said something that would have been somewhat crazy. And if I did, in some way and some how, he wound have found some crazy reason to keep me and some people like me ransom in his crazy stereotype box. This is why silence is sometimes the best answer for fools like him.

Your Fantasy

See the curve in her lower back,
The way those heels hug her feet,
The sway of her hourglass waist
You see her,
You glance
Across the room, across the way,
on the street

 In your mind, on your thought

 Her long silky legs
You could have looked closer

 The words from her caramel lips,
A cry for help
But her thighs,
Exactly how you imagined them
Her chest wide open
Her breasts
Not her decree of desperation

 So you came over
You said hi
She said yes
She is not easy
She is hurt
Though a lot of fun
 On her back
On some bed, in some house

She keeps coming,
Just a little kiss but
She keeps calling,
Just a tender touch then
She keeps stalking
Just one night
Call her baby
Now her turn
with your baby
Only fantasy
Not abortion
A lifetime in sorrow
Always ready to die
Her cry for help

Now your fantasy
Now your turn
try again
look closer
A vicious cycle
A victim of the victimized

Copyright. 2013. Moji S.

Soulful Grace - Monica Stewart

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The Request

Help me not to see your face black man
evil, cruel, creature
help me

Not to hear you
beating her brown skin red,
turning her pink tongue blue

help me
white man
to know the good in you,

its gone now...
lost inside of her after you left

what was once green, now

un-nutured and growing
like a gangrene parasite

festering over questions
tumor over generations, spreading...

help me not to see you

your scarlet words are not love
your "golden" crack won't heal
they only poison her innocent mind

you don't take her pain away...
your "gifts" takes her family away!

you, yellow man

it is you,
a silent disease...
growing and
smothering her womanhood,

like a heart attack,
a stroke,
a cancer of the mind

quitely (emotionally),
unevenly,

spreading...

will somebody please,
rise up,

help her?

Copyright. 2010. Moji. S

My First Love

Like my shadow in the night time,
He is with me
everywhere I go,
He shines on me,
He is my own, my moon, now I can see
so I softly embrace Him

gently...

He is with me everywhere I am...
He goes eagerly
When I run from my imperfections
He stays,
He's here
uprooting the foundations,
the seeds planted long ago
to keep me insane

Eventhough, I didn't want Him there,
when I'd rather laugh in my darkness,
He beams for me relent-
lessly

intercedes for me, unflichingly
He is with me, judiciously

religiously

He is for me,
see Him through me

He never leaves...

Copyright. 2011. Moji S.

Art: Watching Over Me by Frank Spivey

Enjoy - Femme Africaine by Jacque Leconte

Growing up - E. Ethelbert Miller

the day my mother
threw away my comic books
and encouraged me to read the bible
was the day i gave up being
a superhero and started to think
of miracles

this is how i came to love you
like moses looking over his
shoulder before he left that
mountain