A Life Without Words

Through the eyes of a poet, I wonder what life would be life without words. How would we converse with others? Would there be a need for TV, music and books? I think how powerful words are to us and how we seldomly use them in the most beneficial way.

I appreciate the ability to express myself in a way that enhances my individuality and creativity. When I wake up in the middle of the night with a great idea for a poem, I am grateful for the gift of free expression through words.

Wear it Proud

Wear it Proud

So you don’t like me because of my hair

It is not a statement,

 Trend,

 Or, some self-righteous movement

This is who I am and who I will always be.

Let’s take a walk

Down memory lane

If it wasn’t for

 Something called press ‘n combs and relaxers

We wouldn’t have anything to change

This is who I am and who I will always be.

Don’t try to hold me down

Because you don’t understand

 What it means

Being a NATURAL black woman

This is who I am and who I will always be.

I wear it proud

 and with my head held high

No longer will I choose to fit in your mold

Of how you feel

I should look

Or

 Even wear my hair

This is who I am and who I will always be.

Why must I cover

How I was made into this world

My hair is a gift,

 A gem,

 And my one and only pearl

This is who I am and who I will always be.

My hair is my stamp

The one and only imprint

I have to be who I really am

It’s time to set my own mold

 And break down the box

That has been set by you

 And everyone else after you

You can try anything

To get to revert back,

But,

I love my NATURAL black hair

Because that’s what makes me BLACK!

©2010 Poetic Voice

India Arie...I am Not My Hair (song)

The Unyielding Truth

What stops your progression?

Lack of dedication

Lack of motivation

And desire for education

Not for Higher Learning

But education about you

And what your will is.

Can you reach the ceiling?

Or is sky’s the limit.

What lies do you disguise with your broken mentality?

Hopefully before it’s too late you’ll come to reality

That drive should not only happen when you get in your car

No wonder why talking about dreams you only see one star.

Why do you consistently mimic the philosophy and ideology of long foretold?

That doors are automatically opened and pages should just unfold

How many times will you let roadblocks of life stand in your way?

Oh, I forgot, you told yourself “I have a plan today.”

Take a look in the mirror

And what does the face starring back at you tell you to do

Where is the proclamation

Declaration

And dedication

Of the real you?

©2009 Mrs. J

The Road to Recovery

The road to recovery is every addicts dream

Focusing on prosperity of the future

And letting go of yesterday's extreme

The road to recovery is 12 steps starting with one

Learning to put the past behind

Simply, that song can't be unsung.

The road to recovery is instrumental

In order for the transformation to begin

Remembering as imperfect flesh

We all carry the burden of sin.

© 2009 Mrs. J

The Day You Left

The day you left my heart was so broken

No words remained that could now be spoken

As I looked at you with one tear in my eye

I had no energy to break down and cry

I knew this day was coming

But how do you prepare

When you spent so much time

Trying to care

The day you left I felt so lost

Love sometimes comes with misfortune

And cost

Taking deep breaths as a sigh of relief

I can finally breathe again

Now I feel whole

Searching for what was lost

Deep in my soul

The day you left I felt a little at ease

Realizing now I could finally find peace

The day you left was such a relief

It gave me an opportunity to reassess

The idea “time heals all wounds”

Accept the healing is to understand the belief

The day you left I felt so free

To start a new way of thinking

And just do me.

© 2009 Mrs. J

Infatuation

I glance at him

He glances back

Trying not to look at

Something that looks

Appears so desirable.

The smile,

The look,

He cologne he is wearing

Should I make this bold move

And just be daring.

The temptation is high

The temperature is rising

I can't believe this is new to you, is it surprising

My pulse is racing trying to catch up

with my emotions

My heart is beating rapidly

with just one thought of you

What is a woman to do when feeling this way

Is this something I will feel only today

Is it real, the way I feel, can it be denied?

Why is it so strong and unbearable to face

I know deep in my heart, he can't be replaced

Wake up, come back to reality!

What about the personality?

© 2009 Mrs. J

Secrets of a Sinner: From the Eyes of a Man

This is a story about a man who was
Strong enough to cheat but not weak
Enough to resist
But better yet, was he the one to insist.
I saw this lovely young lady walk by me
And my head just spun
I knew by looking at her
She would give me
One night filled with so much fun
She turned around and whispered in his ear
"Where is your girlfriend, wife or whatever you call dear."
He replied, "Please don't worry about her, she's not around
And she's not here."
Now, let's go somewhere quiet where we can be alone
I'll turn off my pager and even my cell phone.
As I arrived at home about a quarter to three
I recalled the evening I had that was filled with so much secrecy
I gently glided into bed thinking, "that was close but now I'm home free."
Suddenly, my lady rolled over and started looking at me
Where was I, what did I do?
"I can't remember the night's end,
Remember, I was hanging out with my buddy, my friend."


© 2009 Mrs. J