Poems, Spoken word,Inspiration.

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Whoa To The Woman (Spoken Word)

Whoa to the woman with the nappy roots, whose thighs are as wide as the Nile, whose buttocks are as round as watermelons which bloom from the seed, lips plumped and thighs thicken drummed, whose skin as dark as the night sky, and eyes as bright as the summers sun.

Whoa to the woman with the wavy hair, whose skin is a shade above the night and a hint below the water, whose heritage is not staged in the shade of her tone, but the vessels of her soul.

Whoa to the woman with bone straight hair, whose skin to the blind eye is light but to the opened soiled. Who embraces herself into a world induldged in the worries of the past, present, and future, whose only weakness and strength is her knowledge.

Whoa to the woman whose hands tell a story of her fatiguing past and her hopefull future. Whose tears show the strength not learnt but inherited.

Whoa to the woman whose feet show the stance of a woman indepentdent enough to hold her own yet humble enough to know her place.

Whoa to the woman who knows that there is one God who's grace is sufficient and strength made perfect in all weakness.

Whoa to that woman

Whoa to these women

Whoa to this dust.

BY: Mimi

The Love Poet

I was made for him, and he was made for me, at least that's what I think? You see,

Love is a rhythm, that beats at its own pace, and for some reason you cant seem to take its mind off of winning the race.

Its you for me and me for you,

I'm your baby love, and you know you my boo,

Even though we get into stupid fights, and pain and anger they bring,

We always find our way back into each others arms,

Because we know those fights don't mean a thing,

he makes me so mad!!!remember that's hat I said,

I was so upset, my face turned red,

But lets forget about that, its past and dead,

Lets not make the jokes of the past get to our heads,

I love you and you love me,

Its not rocket science, that's just the way it should be,

Its an L plus an O and a V plus an E,

Loves not a coincidence. Its chemistry,

See boo, in life people will always talk about you,

Don't matter what you say, no matter what you do.

You can hate them like that, or you could love them like this,

But lets face it baby; in life people just don't mind their own dam business,

You see, that's how a lot of black people get shot,

putting their mail, in other peoples mail box. I guess what I'm trying to say is, life's just not fair,

We are creations of purpose, and that's why I don't care,

People see us together, they talk good, or they talk bad,

But we know they just jealous, because they don't have what we have,

"he saw me through the moonlight, I saw him from a distance,

I wanted to holler at him, but I felt a little resistance. But he hollered at me, in a somewhat funny way, he didn't talk much in the crowd, but when we were alone, he had plenty to say".

Our hearts blended smoothly, we got along just fine, and we got closer and closer, as we grew through time.

I was made for him and he was made for me,

I don't want to sound corny, but we were meant to be,

Your heart is mine, and my heart is yours, so don't you forget,

These are the strong, passionate, truthful words, of your hunny love, the poet

BY: Mimi

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Absent Presence

What is this place?

This plot of darkened grace

What is here?

Its cold, warm atmosphere

Where am I, where are you?

Take a look at what we’ve come to

I think I see you. Do you see me?

I must be blinded by my misery

I traded my “I” for a “We”

And us have become of me

We take two

Don’t let me lose you

I need you now, I need you here

To kiss away the dark despair

Remove the scales of pain from my eyes

And let me see the clear blue sky

Hold me, let me know you’re here

Let love dry my lonely tears

I just want to know that you’re here with me

For now and eternity

BY: Lanelle-Maris Guiste

Life Can Be So Cruel

Life can be so cruel

To he who falls short of victory.

Just once you’d like to win

But the feeling of success evades you.

Why did life have to choose you?

Being remembered as second best...

Moments before you cross the finish line,

Someone comes to pass you by.

It hurts even worst,

When that person doesn’t need to win.

They’ve tasted victory before

But defeat has to be your meal.

And there’s always that one reminder

Of the moment you reached so close,

A moment when victory was within grasp,

But instead you walked away in defeat.

BY: Delroy Williams

At my wits end

I’m at my wits end. For a while the uncertain waves were calm and I was starting to get used to life in the comfort of the fog, but low and behold a raging storm creeps from behind and in a matter of seconds my calm ship is in turmoil. My self made anchor can no longer hold, and with my nails digging into the soaked rugged wood, hanging onto dear life I scream in alarm o God “save me!” but my cries linger amongst the roaring thunder and battering waves and are drowned out by the remorseful winds. I cry and cry till alas I plunge into the sea gasping for air as the waves swallow my fragile body into their liquid wings. As I sink I begin to wonder, WHY IN MY WEAKEST HOUR HAS THE LORD FAILED ME IN STRENGTH? Why at my lowest point has the lord failed to lift me up? Am I being punished for what I wrong but wrong not?

“I am sinking lord, is this how it shall end?” “Be still” a voice whispers.....

I look around feverishly wondering to myself, “Are these hallucinations of death?” “Be still”. “Harken unto my cry lord, is it you whose whispers I can hear amongst the storms?”

“Be still and know that I am God. Look up and cling onto the water which brings forth everlasting life. Have I forsaken thee? Have I not cradled thee under my wings like the sparrow to its offspring? Have I not nested thee under my breast as a mother to her child? But thou has forsaken thy self and has left the comfort of that sea by which turbulence only passes by temporarily and has gone into the ocean of despair. Does though not know that only I can give life and give it more abundantly? Be still and know I have never forsaken you or left your side, I have been waiting in the same place which thou did leave me and have waited patiently for the day which you would return to the one who will ever leave you nor forsake you”.

“Alas lord, is this my story?”

“Your story has just begun”.

I looked up and yielded to the light appearing out of the darkness, and low a cleansing flow within me refreshed itself and GASP!!!! Air rushes through my lungs, my salted eyes open and there... the sea is calm, the skies are clear blue not a cloud in the sky and the wind... the wind is mellow. I float into the sunset and ask myself, “WHY LORD IN MY WEAKNESS DO I DOUBT YOU; WHEN IT IS YOUR STRENGTH THAT IS MADE PERFECT IN MY WEAKNESS???”..............

BY: Merissa Faustin