Category Archives: Poetry

Fifty-two

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I just turned fifty-two,
I don’t know what to do
Fake hormones or real?
I don’t like the way I feel
Don’t have no one to talk to
I just turned fifty-two
It’s not like one day I’m happy, one day I’m sad,
or I feel good, now I feel bad
More like, what’s that I just said?
No one knows what I’m going through
I just turned fifty-two.
Why is this happening to me?
Think it runs in my family
give me peace and ease my pain
Don’t let your child be a shame
I ask you this in Jesus name
I just turned fifty-two,
I give all my cares to you
I know what I will do,
Trust the Lord to see me through

Yesterday’s Blues

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Yesterday’s Blues

Don’t cry Sister, don’t cry

Life ain’t supposed to be easy

I know you ask, why

Don’t cry, not for long anyway

Why so much pain? Why so much sorrow?

Humph, Why not?

 

Sister, you got something inside of you

That you haven’t tapped into yet

That gifting will cost you some tears,

perseverance,

and sweat!

 

Don’t cry,  don’t cry too long

Get up from there and sing life a pretty song

What kind of song you say?

A love song,

A song full of the blues you experienced

yesterday

 

Sing a song that only sisters understand

Sing me a song Sister

Tell me about your pain

Share with me what you learned along the way

Make me laugh and cry and sing along

 

Sing me a song of the blues you experienced… yesterday

I’ll dance, and sing, and shout, and sway

sing me a song, Sister

of the blues you experienced yesterday

And remember my Sister,

That was yesterday…

Obsolete

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Old
obsolete

Out dated, not useful, without full potential
espadrilles, bell bottoms, the diaphragm

temporary rinse, dentures, my ibookG3
old, no new updates, unable to stream

frustrated, cranky,
ready to scream!!!

who says?
some young insensitive chick

she ain’t got no style
I ain’t dead yet

I’ll hang around for a while
old ain’t nothing but a word

underneath, thee, thou, aeroplane,
electro-engineer, Negro, Chicano,

Afro, beehive, jive turkey
I’m hip

I will not die
I will not quit

I know some things now
how to live
dance
stand
and not fall

Old?

Keep living!

Forgiven part 2

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Forgiven

Why everybody so hard on the Black man

I was only being curious

Like all children

I didn’t mean no harm

When I used to sneak into yo room at night

And touch you in all the wrong places

You was curious too,

cause you didn’t put up no fight

Forgive

I was a chile

Don’t try to blame dat mess on me

Why was I the victim of yo curiosity?

Dhey didn’t know

Dhey couldn’t trust ya’ll boys

Sleeping upstairs on the same flo

with us girls

While dhey slept downstairs

behind closed doors

Parents better wake up

Sometimes the Boogeyman…

is yo uncle, yo brother, or yo cousin…

Why is everybody so hard on the Black man?

Maybe cause you need to take some responsibility

For all the pain you inflicted on me

You had no right to awaken that part

maybe my life wouldn’t have been so full of promiscuity

If you had just let me be,

from the start

I know we was kids and that was forty years ago

So I choose today to let it go

It’s been buried all this time inside of me

But now I loose it and set myself free

No more victim mentality!

Forgiven

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Why da peoples always looking down on us?
…. I don know.
We works, we slave for da white mane.
My churen, dey thank I was too hard on dem.
But dats what dey need.
Hard work,
too much fun make um lazy.
How dey gwoin get somewhere in life, if all dey do is play.
So yea, I made mines work , sun up to sun down.
All day.
Dey didn’t like it much, dey didn’t even like me much,
But it was fer dey own good.
I took um to chorch too.
Dey went,
dey sang in da choir.
Dey was ershels on the junior ershal boad.
Den time dey was old ‘nuf to have dey way,
Dey stopped gwoin to chorch.
Dey say, dey don’t wont to be no hypocrite.
….Dey seen too much.
Me and dey Momma
fightin, cussin,
Her sneakin,
My beatin.
Dey don’t wont no parts uh chorch.
But dey knows God….
Dey knows to pray when thangs gets hard.
I likes to think I taught um dat.
Why every body so hard on da Black mane?
Ain’t no other mane ever mess’d up?
What bout all dem slave masta’s, sneakin off to da slave quartas
In da middle of da night?
Wasn’t dey spose ta be home wif dey churen and wife?
Why we got to take all the flack jes cause we’s Black?
What we do to deserve such pain?
What God gat ‘gist the Black mane.
Make me feel like bein born a Black mane,
Is a cryin shame.
I wish I could come back and redeem my name….

Why was you always so hard on us?
All da other kids was in the Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts
And you said,
Ain’t nothin to dat stuff.
Dey was always dressed so nice.
Dey Mommas gave us dey hand me downs.
Momma washed em and ironed em and we wore em
to church.
Dey worse clothes was our best clothes.
Why was we so po?
The Preacher’s kids.
I just want to know.
You work’d two , sometimes three jobs.
Ford Motor Company in the afternoons,
A janitor at night.
We had to be quiet as little church mice,
Don’t wake him up,
Shhhh, be quite.
You was like some mystery man who
slept during the day and only came out at night.
If you say, you did it for us
I beg to differ.
We never had nothin.
Momma used to steal from the grocery money
so we could go on our class field trips.
“If you want to go, don’t tell yo Daddy”
She used to say.
Why was you always so tight?
Frugal, stingy?
It just wasn’t right…
I don’t understand it to this day.

I could just keep quiet, but I’m gon talk.
I did what I saw all da utter mens do.
Dey worked and saved dey money for dem self.
One day yo wife gone finally leave you
Fo some utter mane.
Dem kids ain’t never gone be good fo nothin.
So I sent my money down south.
On some land.
Twenty acres,
going back and recapture my youth…
Dat was my plan.
Why everybody so hard on da Black man?
Nigga gotta do, what a nigga gotta do,
Scuse my French.

See, dats what I’m talking bout.
You could have chose another way, but you perpetuated the curse.
I don’t know what’s worse.
We was po and we didn’t have to be,
Because all you thought about was me, me, me

Vulnerability

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Can’t keep my eyes open
sitting her hoping
my mechanism for coping
is in tact
Just the other day,
I thought I heard me say
somethings gone awry
that’s a fact
Ain’t got no one to talk to,
What’s an in tact woman to do
Guess I’m all alone
A one woman act
some say
the pain will go away
with lotions and potions
Is it worth it?
Such vulnerability, No body’s perfect
least of all- me
My inevitable strife
change of life
Can’t keep my eyes open
sitting here hoping
my mechanism for coping
is in tact

Bloom

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Bloom

I sit
watching my days like clouds fading
from morning to evening
I muse wondering where are my
dreams, my sunbeams of promises?

I think
who will listen to
my story?
who can I tell…

Someone stole my innocence
long, long ago
A small unfolded rosebud
sending out aromatic essence of bloom
wandering in the wind
waiting…
Not expecting to be handled
Not wanting to be
held
and cast
aside
cool winds whispering my name

I watched
as the sun spilled over the horizon
to caress my tender petals
Someone claimed my
sweet breath too soon

Fresh days of springtime
I was a spring garden
full of light, cool winds swaying
birds all in harmony
bees buzzing

I ran
so full of
expectancy and estacy
I ran into the face of life
Too young to know what it
would bring me

Hot summer days
dogs barking
fear running up my legs
ringing loud in my head

I listened to
love songs
love poems

I listened to soft words
with clandestine meanings
Too young to know
tender plants need room
to bloom
Time
to rise and be strong
Somebody picked me
when I was just a rosebud

I wonder
Can I grow from here?
Will winter overtake me?

I wonder
can I
be a beautiful rose
in Autumn?

I see crimson tides
peeking over blue horizons
pouring liquid light all over me

I feel strong

Sweet gentle perfume
rolls off my
soft velvet petals
penetrating the amber air
I’m in bloom
again

Winter’s Coming

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Winter’s Coming

It’s Fall, and the leaves are changing color-

so is my hair,

The sun falls asleep earlier

So do I,

Thoughts of winter linger in the wind,

Cool breezes, clandestine voices,

peeking in the windows of my mind.

Every morning another branch is almost empty-

Why did the leaves have to fall,

so soon, too soon?

Must get my work done,

I here wisdom say with the rising of the sun,

Winter don’t wait for no one.

Wasn’t thinking about winter ,

in summer.

didn’t think about nothing,

in Spring.

Clouds dancing, earth turning, sun burning up the oceans,

and sending it all back in refreshing rain.

No sorrows, no worries, no cares, no pain,

Spring, you taught me to sing.

Little Sally Walker sitting in a saucer,

Rise sally rise, wipe yo weeping eyes.

Summer came like a mighty conqueror,

All dressed up in armor,

Hot and sultry, long jubilant days,

pushing back the darkness, resisting the light of the moon,

didn’t know it couldn’t last forever.

Fall came too soon,

and winter’s on her trail.

Rise Sally rise, wipe yo weeping eyes,

Put your hand on yo hip and let yo back bone slip.

Not ready for winter,

got things to do.

Ain’t got nothing to lose,

don’t have time for no sad song.

Ain’t singin the blues.

The sun get up every morning,

so do I.

singing, Glory Halleluiah,

So do I,

Time for living, got a promise to see.

Fall is just another season,

To fulfill my destiny.

Tell winter he’ll have to wait,

Me and destiny got a predetermined date.

I’m not early or late.

It’s my season,

in the Fall of my life.

Aw shake it to the east,

Aw shake it to the west,

Aw shake it to the very one,

That you love the best.

I see pretty gifts falling like snow flakes

all wrapped up in sparkling, glistening paper dreams.

And long cozy nights, filled with sober, warm conversations.

Awakening to birds singing.

The sun beaming,

sending rays of wisdom.

that only winter can comprehend.

Yesterday’s Blues

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Don’t cry Sister, don’t cry
Life ain’t supposed to be easy
I know you ask, why
Don’t cry, not for long anyway
Why so much pain? Why so much sorrow?
Humph, Why not?

Sister, you got something inside of you
That you haven’t tapped into yet
That gifting will cost you some tears,
perseverance,
and sweat!

Don’t cry, don’t cry too long
Get up from there and sing life a pretty song
What kind of song you say?
A love song,
A song full of the blues you experienced yesterday

Sing a song that only sisters understand
Sing me a song Sister
Tell me about your pain
Share with me what you learned along the way
Make me laugh and cry and sing along
Sing me a song of the blues you experienced… yesterday

I’ll dance, and sing, and shout, and sway
sing me a song, Sister
of the blues you experienced yesterday

And remember my Sister,
That was yesterday…