• On my calendar at work I have “The Month of Love written over top of February. Gosh, it has been eight months since I have been writing poetry! Can’t believe it myself. I wrote this poem back in August, when I was in love with someone I shouldn’t have been. Looking back at this, I have come a long way. To all the babes out there who are searching for love in the wrong places, this is for you. Love and kisses and go with God!

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    Young Lover:

    As I walk these lonely streets

    My heart comes to me:

    Young lover, why do you cry the songs of Angels?

    Why do seek God, but roll around with devils?

    Why do you make life harder than what it hast to be?

    What be the picture show in the high-rise above

    A couple consummating their love

    I can remember those days, kind of

    Rolling around butt naked in bliss

    With doors shut, and his sweat hits both of my lips

    Then as soon as reality rears its head, I’m disposed and dismissed

    So maybe I can’t remember those days

    The consummation yes, but not the love

    My heart comes to me again:

    Young lover, why do you even try?

    Why can’t you see he is a bad guy?

    Why don’t you just say goodbye?

    What be the next movie I will see

    A family eating dinner

    I bet its tacos, kids love tacos

    I don’t eat them, but he loves them

    He eats me like a taco, loves my taco, but doesn’t love me

    If he would let me be his one, I would make them for him all the time

    I would make them for his son, which would be my son

    I would make them for our daughter, she would be just like him!

    If he would simply just love me…then we would live the American Dream!

    Just like the family, maybe then, my tears wouldn’t stream

    My heart comes to me again:

    Young lover, why don’t have patience?

    Why can you, for now, be complacent?

    Why don’t you let Him bring you a Man, with true commitment?

    Part Three, the finale:

    An argument between man and woman, the woman holding a baby

    Adam and Eve, with Eve holding Cain

    He tells me this how his and hers fights go

    How they don’t get along, how they ended it before it got worse

    How he tells me they’re from two different worlds

    As this is relayed to me, all I can think is:

    I wish it were me. I wish I was her, his One True Love

    As she is in his phone

    I wouldn’t argue with him

    If I was his One, I would be his peace not his strife

    But I am number Two, only an afterthought

    When they fall out, here I am, to be his peace when Its convenient 

    My heart comes to me again:

    Young lover, why must you do this?

    Why can’t you leave them be?

    Why you must be so desperate for love, that you accept abuse?

    Then, all the blinds shut in the building, and out the front door, God stepped to me,

    And he said:

    Young lover, why ignore your heart?

    For you are ignoring me!

    The only love you deserve is from the Divine!

    Which comes from me, because you are my precious daughter!

    You will have a righteous man, who loves you as I love you!

    Who loves you the same as how my Son loved the church!

    Stop throwing yourself to the wolves, who hide behind wool!

    Seek love with in yourself, and your soul will glow!

    And that righteous man will be guided to you!

    Be patient, as it is a womanly virtue!

    All good things meant for you, I will bring!

    And God departed, and I hugged my heart!

    Because his spirit is with me,

    For he always makes a crooked path straight

    My soulmate will come, just you wait!

    August 10th, 2023

  • in honor of valentine’s day, here’s a poem:

    Angry Lady:

    Bathed in blood my crevices and curves

    We meet again my old friend

    If I wasn’t so preoccupied with death

    You would have been hit with the same old slurs

    In the month of love nevertheless

    You probably sensed my growing stress

    Like the opportunist you are,

    you took the chance to harp on my feminine scars

    Come to remind me that I am an angry lady

    Spilling blood just comes to me naturally

    I don’t have to steal the souls from babies

    I own a million of them already


1 Corinthians 11:12

12 For although the first woman came from man, every other man was born from a woman, and everything comes from God.

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