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changing it all

In Poetry on December 15, 2009 at 10:03 pm

If I could change it all i wouldnt
cause id rather love than not know
not know how he feels inside of me
how it feels to know he’s eyein me
how it feels to when my lips graze his own
or when the moisture on my skin blends with the mostness of his lips
the way his words make me smile
words of endearment always make me smile
they make me tingle deep within
feeling a way ive never felt
long term feelings in a short term engagement
i dont know its funny how life changes
throwing caution to the wind
to get my chance to dance in a world of sin
oh how it feels so good
wit his arms wrapped around
levels of chemistry that astound me
our coexistance confuses me
but im okay with not knowing
as long as the feelings are showing
they tell me im too young to settle down
tellin me life has so much around
i cant put a limit on love
settin an age for my heart
what if i wait till then and it doesnt start?
i cant risk that chance..
ill never find him again..
or the love that we reap…
and the affection that we seek..
the silence that we speak..
says more than him or me..
an unverbal understanding..
although we may not really understand..
its all the same in this love game..
makin up the rules along the way..
wit each one is different
each person holds a new position..
and his position is within me…
cause he can make my life what i want it to be

one touch

In Poetry on December 15, 2009 at 10:00 pm

one touch is all it takes 
 
sendin me spiraling down 
 
In my mind back to those thoughts 
 
That haunt my mind 
 
While your hand slips between my thighs 
 
My legs ease open 
 
The moisture starts flowing 
 
My mind starts goin 
 
Wondering how I got here 
 
As you whisper in my ear those words I hate to hear 
 
‘you sure you gonna let this go?’ 
 
Using your dick to sway my conscious thoughts 
 
My panties come off 
 
your voice gets husky 
 
I close my eyes 
 
Tryin to press rewind 
 
Before all the games 
 
Before all the sex 
 
Before the ‘baby what’s next?’ 
 
But your inbetween my legs 
 
Touchin my pussy so sweet 
 
Staring at me with intent 
 
Ignorant to my thoughts 
 
As your dick enters me slowly 
 
I grip your arms tightly 
 
Wondering if you know that 
 
Each stroke sends me deeper 
 
Deeper in my mind 
 
Deeper in my love 
 
For the man I cant replace 
 
My body responds just on time 
 
Getting wetter with each stroke 
 
My pussy muscles grabbing you and taking hold 
 
Of what should be mine 
 
As you say “only if it was the right time” 
 
I let you in my pulling my leg back 
 
Supporting your weight 
 
Grippin your back 
 
Caressing your skin 
 
Pullin you close 
 
With my mouth on your neck 
 
I start to get weak… 
 
I know I cant speak… 
 
The words would be too deep.. 
 
Too much for you to know 
 
Too much I don’t wanna show 
 
Its all a blur 
 
My no’s meaning yes and my yes meaning no 
 
Cause I don’t know how to let go 
 
Turning my head as a tear hits my cheek 
 
One by one, my love comes undone, shielding my face, wiping my tears, you say “baby why u cryin?’ shaking my head 
 
Because… 
 
Inside…. 
 
I’m tired of trying

“Black people loving other Black people was and is a revolutionary act…”

In Uncategorized on December 15, 2009 at 9:21 pm
I’m going to speak as if i’m an old soul recollecting the days of the Black empowerment movement. Because, Hill Harper’s The Conversation reminded me of something. It reminded me of a time when “Black people loving other Black people was a revolutionary act”… I’m wondering what happened to that state of mind, but I’m thinking I could make a few educated guesses.

As far as the Black familial unit, during slavery it was stripped and divided. It was women and children then there were the Black men. As if this seperation did not do enough damage to our individual and collective concepts of family, further enforcements post-slavery were made to keep this notion going. For example, at one point if Black women wanted to receive assistance for their families Black men were not allowed to be present in the household. Hence, the beginnings of the single-parent households (dare I say baby momma? …I shiver at the thought), reduction in marriage, and skewed* reliance on government assistance.

But then the Black empowerement movement surged on. (And, of course it also had its flaws, misogyny for one, but I’d argue it is on a different level than we have today) People stayed together because they knew that everyone else didn’t want to see them succeed. They stayed together for the benefit of their families, their children, each other, and lastly their community. Their ties to their communities were strong, and their support for one another spoke volumes. This can be seen throughout our history of sit-ins, parades, walks, community action, you name it. This was a time when people felt communal ties to their race and their community. They made it through a common struggle and understood the importance of sticking together.

It’s not hard to understand why the communication barriers are broken in so many areas of our community. We have the children of those single mothers being raised without fathers. They have no concept of what true fatherhood is. The females are raised to rely on no one emotionally or financially. While independence is good, if you are constantly being told that “no one has your back but you” or that “never rely on a man” there is a good chance you are going to grow up thinking that a man will never be able to provide for you, or that you will never be able to instill trust in him. And young men are growing up without father figures. Father’s who are only there sometimes, and sometimes never. A woman may be able to take care of the whole family, but she cannot father the whole family. So when the young women who wants to do it all herself, meets the young man whose only example of fatherhood/manhood is being inconsistent… no wonder the relationships don’t make it. Their lives are shaped and formed by history. Somewhere and somehow it needs to turn around.

Black pride is a completely different concept today than it was in the late 70s and 80s. Now we as a people often take pride in our negative stereotypes than in our beauty, versatility and power as a people. In the past, the movement was formed so that we could provide each for other and move as a united front. Two-parent households were very common! Now, the amount of single parent households coupled with Black male imprisonment rates, we are in a world of trouble. The reality is the solution starts at home. Black men and women need to take a more active role in the upbringing of their children. Instill faith in themselves, their community, and their people. Passing on years of hostility, judgement and falsehoods only perpetuates the cycle.

We look at Michelle & Barack Obama in awe. We look at their love and their relationship as something unattainable. I hope they become somewhat of a role model to our Black youth, but I know no one is perfect. Now don’t get me wrong I am aware of the flourishing Black middle class, but the reality is there is still a much bigger working and poor class struggling to keep it together financially and emotionally. It’s time to break down those walls and talk. Say what you mean and mean what you say. Remove those inhibitions, expectations and listen.
 

*Despite the ongoing stereotypes of the Black welfare queen, African American’s are NOT the largest group receiving welfare assistance.

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