gold is found ...... but thoughts are uncovered....
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
I love July 16
My ace-hubby-babe-and-beau, my
classy-sister-queen-and-cool, my mama-joyful-tried-and-true, my
family-sharing-love-and-blooms, my girlfriends-magic-hugs-and-chill, my god-daughter-smiling-care-and-free, my niece-jumping-too-much-fun, my
facebook-w/-message-full-of-love...
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
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.
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.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
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.
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.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
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
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
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