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

Enjoy - Femme Africaine by Jacque Leconte

Queen of Fall

Enjoy "Queen of Fall" by Marcella Hayes Muhammad

Back to the Basis

I was taught not to be complete without you and
As your woman, I should always look to please you

My identity was yours to define
Defile, denial, and delete…I was suppose to be a woman about it

To forget about it…
to forget about the things that made me…
the things that made me, me.

But I’ve always remembered…
Remember that you’re the one that’s forgotten.

You’ve forgotten that there is One above you too

The One that has shaped me fearfully,
He wanted me to be perfect,
He wanted me to love what He’s created
Soooo Wonderfully…

The One who made me, me
Made me completely

Complete
without you.



Copyright 2010. Moji S.

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.

Black Rain - Alonzo Saunders

I absolutely love this work of art....just fabulous!

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.