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What defines you as a mother? …

May 10, 2015May 10, 2015 by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

The nurturing discipline you provide when they start to slide

The understanding ear you give them when they come to you to share

The emptiness you feel when they are away

The joy of celebrating their birthday

The things they teach you that you thought you already knew

The love and sensitivity they bring out in you

The new found patience you never thought you had

These things and more define unlike any other

A friend, a confidant, the role of a mother

It’s beyond birthing in so many ways.

Its unselfish acts you give until the end of days.

What defines you as a mother?

It’s not always clear

But you know you must always be there

It’s far from easy and often times lonely too

Nonetheless once tasked you must follow thru

What defines you as a mother is truly hard to say

But once you’re labelled as one it’s a title that can’t be taken away

Black is nothing more to you than the absence of light…

December 4, 2014December 5, 2014 by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

#blacklivesmatter #livesmatter

Black is nothing more to you than the absence of light

Does the color of my skin make me a sin?

Does the texture of my hair determine whether or not you should care?

The whip marks from the backs of slaves transformed to tear streaked faces.

Confusion and question on why are there different rules for different races.

Jury of our peers what does that mean?

As I watch what has become a legal execution scene.

Maybe the laws of this land I just don’t understand.

How you can walk away when I saw you just kill a man?

Was your life in danger? Shhh, I must be silent, I must not question.

For on me you may turn your weapon.

Who fired the shot that started and ended it all?

Is death of the perpetrator always the final call?

Split second decisions are not easy to make.

But it always seems to end with a life you must take.

Was there ever a time when you shot to incapacitate?

Does a badge and weapon seal death as our fate?

Even to you my voice has no worth.

You started my journey 6 feet into the earth.

“I can’t breathe” you all heard me say.

Yet I was snuffed out anyway.

Instead of Miranda maybe you should just read my last rites.

Since black is nothing more to you than the absence of light…

Butterfly Kisses

July 12, 2014 by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

Butterfly Kiss:
verb; random light, passionate kisses sending every nerve
into an emotional frenzy.

We all have encountered someone that had the power of the butterfly kiss… And if you haven’t yet I hope one day you will…

Shift my cascading hair,
Plant your warm soft lips gently on the nape of my neck
Feel my body tremble
Glide your hands around my waist
Pulling me closer, your soft lips begin to graze my face
Trembling with excitement
Moisture begins to flow
As the anxiety begins to grow
Slide your hands between my thighs
The heat of our passion begins to rise
Soft gentle moans escape our lips as we grind our hips
Those special kisses on my neck, shoulders, cheeks and eyes
Begins to grace my breasts, stomach, hips now my thighs
Butterfly kisses so soft, gentle and sweet
Makes my insides flutter and my knees weak
Butterfly kisses is where it all began,
A sensation that I will remember time and again

Yet all I can do is speak

July 10, 2014July 10, 2014 by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

I listen as poets deliver their words with action
Stirring your spirit causing rippling reactions
Yet all I can do is speak
They flail their arms giving life to words
Jumping from their lips like colorful birds
Yet all I can do is speak
Using sing song inflections and vowel imperfections
Yet All I can so is speak
Eyes to the sky, then their head drops low
Taking on a lyrical roller coaster as you watch the show
Yet all I can do is speak
Face distorted body contorted
Yet all I can do is speak…
Will you hear my words the same?
Hear my questions, feel my passions and my pain?
I cannot act out my lyrical prose to make you pay attention
Or clap standing tall on the tip of your toes
All I can do is speak and speak and speak
My words are no less or no more
And when I’m done my mic still drops to the floor
I hope you hear me just the same
For no matter the delivery no words are spoken in vain

Leaving my bed

July 3, 2014July 3, 2014 by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

As I rise and leave my bed
Random thoughts of you run through my head
The words you drop so lyrically sweet
And when we touch my heart skips a beat
So nice to feel like a girl in love
But the woman in me knows there are no white doves
Like in Disney movies swirling around me
Singing songs and twirling happily
It’s all just random emotions that I feel crawling out of bed
A fantasy at best, nothing left to be said

She is becoming

February 28, 2014 by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

She is still becoming despite her 40+ years.

She is still becoming for she has yet to face all her fears.

She is still becoming trying to fill the gaps in her heart.

She is still becoming waiting for her brand new start.

She is still becoming despite the darkness of her pain

She believes she will find herself again

She understands what she must leave behind

She is eager to see what’s new and will stand in line

She recognizes she had to fall so that she could stand

She recognizes that for her, God has His own plan

She knows patience is a virtue and she must stand tall

She also knows that she must be prepared to answer the call

She is slowly opening her eyes so that she may see

She knows that blindness kept her from accepting reality

She is not allowing others to taint her view

She is removing the tinted glasses and letting the real colors shine through

She will become more than anyone expected her to be

She is becoming amazing and free

She is becoming more creative in her spirit

She is becoming stronger in her fight

She is not a phoenix, for she never allowed herself to become anyone’s ash

She became a warrior, a tribal leader, a ninja, a mighty power who can be brash

She is still becoming for her evolution has no end

Becoming, becoming, becoming so much more than the eye can see

She is becoming

She is me.

For those who have fought the wars of love and won and for those still fighting.

The encounter…

February 25, 2014 by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

Words drip from your lips so syrupy sweet

As the clothes fall, landing at the base of our feet

A world wind of questions flood my mind clearly now is not the time

My body craves your manly touch, why do I desire you so much

As your hands caress my back and the energy flows I am melting from head to toe

As I anticipate the feeling of when you penetrate my heart begins to palpitate

Patience is what I must have as you taunt, tease, dip and dab

You enter my body I deeply inhale as now I have been properly impaled

Slow rhythmic movements complimented by full kisses of your lips accented as your hands grab my hips

Motions as graceful as a ship dancing on the seas as you slowly make love to me.

Love or sex I’m not sure, don’t really care right now I just want more

We ride and turn and ride some more as the sheets have now slid to the floor

Whispering words of passion leads to more labored breathing

as you stare at my full breasts emphasized as my chest is heaving

Words lost in my throat as you dominate every stroke

Beads of sweat form along your spine and run down to the small of your back.

I think to myself “didn’t know your hips could swivel like that!”

The intensity increases as our bodies wait no more.

We have finally arrived and got what we truly came here for

The encounter is done, our needs have been met.

This encounter has been the best one yet

Our next time around, not sure when

Counting the minutes 1, 2, 3…10 , oh, oh, we are at it again.

If I take your words

September 25, 2013 by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

If I take your words in pieces

I create the story I want to tell

That of rainbows, sunshine and happy times

That of you being all mine

But a fool I shall not be

No piece meal of words to match the piece meal of ‘love’

The tokens you chose to throw to get where you want to go

I hear the full story, line by line

I see those things you think you can hide

Like my heart is not cold my eyes are not blind

I know we do not share the ties that bind

Your colorful lyrics and momentary gestures do not mean a lifetime together

They are just meant to get me to do whatever

This game we can no longer play for with you I will not stay

For while you gave me pieces I found my whole

One who loves me truly from the core of his soul

“When that defining moment comes it will be unlike any other. It will validate all the no’s for now you have the ultimate YES!”

I am that wildflower

September 22, 2013 by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

I am that wildflower that grew from that single crack in the concrete

Taking advantage of the light that shone thru absorbing the morning dew

I am that wildflower that grew from the crack in the concrete seeking opportunity setting myself free

I am that wildflower that grew from the crack in the concrete climbing the backs and standing on the shoulders of great leaders who started thru a pinhole.

That crack is no longer! It is an open field, boundless for many more

The wildflowers from the cracks in the concrete happily fill gardens everywhere

Flourishing beyond expectations of many who thought we were nothing but useless weeds and crab grass

Seeds randomly dropped, expected to die yet grow colorful and bright with no end in sight.

We do not die when our petals have wilted and dried

For within those petals are more seeds waiting their time

To add to a world that is yours, ours, mine …

Why do you look down when you walk?

July 2, 2013 by Soulful Storytellers, LLC, posted in Poetry

Why do you look down when you walk?

Are you marking your steps?

Watching the cracks in the sidewalk?

Why do you look down when you walk?

Trying to dodge that pile of shit or avoiding where you saw that man spit?

Why do you look down when you walk?

Do you really think you can see your way

With your head held down day after day

Take a chance, a peep, a glance

I take my right index figure and lift your chin

Now you will see life begin

Do not cast your eyes down low

Look upwards to see the blue sky glow

Do not hold your head down when you walk

For you have no reason to feel shame

Exude the confidence within

Replace that solemn mouth with a slight grin

What was called yesterday has gone

Today will soon end

Tomorrow is your pathway to win!!

Look down no more for the world is not as flat or dirty as the floor

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