Clearly I am not a fat ass
I am active brain
And lip smacking peach deep
Sometimes too aggressive in its honesty
And heart sweet
That loves wholly and completely
Whom it may choose
Whom ever it may choose

I am not gonna lie and pacify
I am arms to hold
I am lips to speak
I am a motherfucking “G”

Strong legs that stroll off the 33 bus
Or out of a money green Phantom comfortably
Knees that bend to pray
Clean from Ajax washings
Hair that is thick and soft
Thighs that betwixt
An amazing all expense grand prize

I am eyes that sing
Smile that brightens
Touch that rings
And supplies euphoric release
I am a Grand Dame Queen Beast

I am warm
I am peace
From the roads of Botswana from 23rd Street
From the inside third eye
Ever watching this wicked wicked system of things
I do see

I am friend to pen
And a lover of strong women
A diamond to men
I am curious and interested like children
I welcome the wise to teach
Appreciator of my culture
Thick not just from bone dense and eat

I have a rhythm in my ways
And a practice in my seek
And yes, I do crave the rhythm of my space
With a man that rejoices in God’s Grace

With faith I do hear to listen
Two hands that fist
When forced pushes to shove
And your ego won’t submit

I am gifted
I am all of this
And indeed the shit

Clearly I am not just an ass

Ripped out a page, and set that shit a flame
This is what life does
It has no remorse for your story
It cares not about your sequence of events
It doesn’t give a fuck about how you feel
It moves on it’s on dime
With no regard of consideration
It has no manners
It’s girlfriends name is Karma
And she is the biggest bitch you will ever meet
The two together do the most damage man can ever know

But it’s really about how you deal with these two assholes
Cause you can do one of two things
Let them back you up into a corner and fuck you
Or you can show them that you are who you are

I’m not saying its gonna be easy
Cause nobody told me it was gonna be easy
So I’m not gonna lie to you
But what I will tell you is this
To run from is not an option
To cry every now and then is considered normal
But you have to push back
To stop is to die
And there’s too much to do and live through to give up

The heat that makes me a woman
Keeps u warm on nights like this
You love the warmth that comes from me,
You won’t let me go
Until you’ve had a warm meal,
To fill u up
You crave it, even when its warm outside
You’re addicted to it
You hold on to it,
Like its the last piece of food you’ll eat
You never question it
Cause you know its good, and true.
You know my heat trumps the highest card
My heat goes passed the highest note
You see that in my stride,
And you hear it in my voice
Its my internal flame
That keeps you comin like a moth
You know I’m dangerous
Yet you love the thrill
You love the way it tastes, the way it feels
You love the way it smells,
You even love the way it sounds
Its music to your ears,
It stimulates your mind
It keeps you guessin, It makes you wonder if there’s anything better
But you already know the answer to that
You already know there’s nothin that can top
The heat that makes me a woman……………

My Drug

My pill

My lines

It’s cathardic

It’s euphoric

It’s the pouring out of my soul

It’s the release of my pain

The salvation of my everyday

My dream every night

The cry I make to the only God I know

It’s me returning my gift

To the giver of life

I hope I sing life

Into the dry bones

In this valley of death we call life

I’ve written odes to my love before

But each time

The fiend goes deeper

The songs give me reason to go on

Every time it feels like the first

The mic in my hand

Is like the strap on my arm

The release of the drug into my system

By way of release of the song in my heart

Makes me want to marathon through

Every note I’ve ever learned…

Only those who know a piece of me

Can relate to my release, fiend, and euphoria

I have yet to learn

My whole life’s song

But until I learn that last verse

I’ll keep singing the parts I know

I will keep getting high

Off the drug I’ve been given

It’s an addiction

That in no way shape or form

Will I ever rehab

Instead

I’ll feed it until the fat lady

Who’s still inside me

Is ready to sing her last song

This is one influence I will always stay below…..

What is your drug?

Thou shall not kill

Well I guess I’m going to hell

Cause baby

I just deaded everyone that came before me

And no one will wanna follow

From my words to my walk

No need for swag

Because my aura is commanding

And what do they say when I’m done?

Damn, she killed it.

Murder is against the law

So I guess I’m a Smooth Criminal

The baddest felon you’ll ever meet

The sweetest tasting misdemeanor

Golden Brown complexion might steal you heart

So now I’m a theif

But it’s natural so I can’t help it?

When I speak you give me your full attention

You look up to me when I stand

And closely observe my stride and sway

I take your attention

So you tell me… Who’s Bad

The first time I saw this video, I cried.

At 12:57…. We Need A Resolution plays….

And I get the urge to write.

Idk what about, but my fingers are working.

Maybe I’ll write about my urge to write… lol

Or Maybe i can talk about the smile I get when I get the idea.

Never been a poet by nature.

There are so many people who do so much better.

But I realized a long time ago,

that they could never do a better job than me, of telling you how I felt.

They have no idea when a line pops into my head.

So they could never tell you that it makes me giggle like a school girl.

They don’t know how I feel when I hear a lyric come together

ESPECIALLY when it’s one of my own.

That kind of excitement can only be described by ME.

I didn’t actually pick up a pen to make my stanzas until I was 15.

I had no idea what I was doing.

But surprisingly enough, it came naturally.

Once That started, I realized,

This was how I could say what I needed.

There were feelings, are feelings, that I have.

The only way I can make people understand is writing them down.

It was relieving. It was freeing.

And ever since that first lyric,

The pen, paper, and poem have become my best friend.

There’s no way a poem can do you dirty.

Its your own words.

You write what you want it to say.

If you want people to know that music is your salvation,

Then that’s what you write.

If You want people to know that love is something you crave but can’t get,

Then that’s what you write.

If you want people to know

That not having a father is not an excuse,

Then that’s what you write.

That’s what I do, when I get the urge to write…

Dear Little Girl

Who told you

You weren’t beautiful?

Was it the mean girl at school?

Cause you know

When she goes home

She cries at night

Cause she’s not as beautiful as you

So what does she do

She’s mean to you

She calls you bad words

She might even hit you

That’s because

She wants to be you

She wants your glow

Who told you

You weren’t worth it?

Was it that man

Who said he loved you?

Cause if he really loved you

He would treat you

Like you were worth

More than every piece

Of wealth in the world

He wouldn’t let you

Second guess your

Wealth in beauty

He would remind you

Everyday

That those tears

Are shed in vain

Who told you

You weren’t meant to be heard?

Was it the one

Who turned a deaf ear

When you started to speak?

Well you know

They only hushed your sound

Because it out shined theirs

It resounds unlike anything

They’ve ever heard before

And they didn’t know what to do

So they turned away

You were too intelligent

For them to understand

So they stayed at

Their lower level

But don’t you dare

Walk with your head down

Look in the mirror

And love your shine

Love yourself

Before he can tell you

You’re not worth it

Sing and speak as loud as you want

Let no one tell you, you aren’t beautiful

Because Dear Little Girl

You were made in his image

And you’re beyond it.

Thou shall not kill

Well I guess I’m going to hell

Cause baby

I just deaded everyone that came before me

And no one will wanna follow

From my words to my walk

No need for swag

Because my aura is commanding

And what do they say when I’m done?

Damn, she killed it.

Murder is against the law

So I guess I’m a Smooth Criminal

The baddest felon you’ll ever meet

The sweetest tasting misdemeanor

Golden Brown complexion might steal you heart

So now I’m a theif

But it’s natural so I can’t help it?

When I speak you give me your full attention

You look up to me when I stand

And closely observe my stride and sway

I take your attention

So you tell me… Who’s Bad?

I keep hearing tears of a clown

Playing in my head

I feel like a fool

But do I have to play that part

All I wanted was for you to be there

To try in the slightest

And show that ‘love’ that you claim you have for me

This is just gonna be another something written

By an angry girl

Who doesn’t have a father

But you know what

I have every fuckin right to be

I’ve been made the fool

Time and time again

You missed proms, graduation.

Birthday parties, concerts on world renowned stages,

Recordings, break ups,

EVERYTHING

A part of me should have expected this

But that same part is still incomplete

That same part is still stuck on

Sitting on daddy’s lap playing the drums

That same part of me

Remembers the last time we danced

I was 7 years old

I’ll never let go that

I may say I don’t care

But my heart is broken

For years, I’ve watched my mother

Be Superwoman

And here you come…

You don’t even remember how I old I am

Yes, I’m hurt, I’m angry, all of the above

And I have every fuckin right to be.