Why am I here?
Do you know?
Am I to learn?
Am I to teach?
Am I to live?
Am I to reach?
To love?
To be loved?
To bridge gaps?
To shake up change?
Why am I here?
I don't know.
Disapointment
Disappointment… like a river, runs slow, sometimes barely moving.
Always around the next corner. Don’t be fooled.
Not gone, only silent. Waiting. Patient. Ready.
When hope is high. When plans are set. When work is progressing.
Disappointment… like a river, rocks and rolls, turbulent rapids.
Always there, everywhere. You got played.
- CLBP
ANGER!
I'm pissed, I'm upset, I'm mad, I'm angry. Why do you think you know everything? When you listen to me do you hear me or are you just preparing your rebuttal?
I don't think you are trying to help, I think you want to force your opinions on me. Contrary to what you believe the words you throw at me ARE YOUR OPINIONS… and they don't mean shit!!
So take them and say them in the mirror to yourself. You aren't happy in your own life. You're so ready ta pack it in and do something different with your life, but you're stuck and so you decide to stick your nose in everyone else's.
Take that energy and put it to good use on the person you're really upset with…. I'm not gonna say who, 'cuz you already thinking this poem is about you, so keep guessing.
- CLBP
Headache
Awake. 3 am. Dark. Silent.
Head. Throbbing. Painful.
Thoughts. Loud. Scary.
Will this pain subside? Will These thoughts subside?
The dream that jerked me into consciousness is now fading away. My head, eyes, ears, all full of pain. I reach for water to quench my thirst. The rush of pain as I sit up to drink. What was I dreaming? Why does my head hurt so bad?
An hour later. The pain is worse! One Tylenol. Hate taking pharmaceuticals. This pain is too much to tolerate.
Laying here in the dark, hoping the pain subsides. Listening to the outside awakening around me. Birds and breezes. Slivers of sun, soft light starts to come through.
Will this pain subside? Will These thoughts subside?
Awake. Dawn. Life outside calls.
Head. Throbbing. Painful.
Thoughts. Loud. Scary.
- CLBP
You Are Not Alone (In This)
You are not alone. Everything you're going through, it's gonna be alright. Your trials bring your triumphs!! Strength and courage grow in the midst. You are not alone, because I'm here. Look back at what you've ALREADY overcome. You didn't think you would, but you did. This is temporary, happiness awaits. Your story will be a help to someone one day. Because you are not alone, we're all in this together.
- CLBP
PRICES
they paid prices for us...
as they bid on our worth.
they paid prices for us...
as they broke up our tribes.
they paid prices for us...
as our babies were taken from our arms.
they paid prices for us...
as our skills were farmed out.
THEY paid prices for us...
as THEY sang in the fields.
THEY paid prices for us...
as THEY learned to read.
THEY paid prices for us...
as THEY endured every blow.
THEY paid prices for us...
as THEY planned and escaped.
THEY paid prices for us...
AND THE BALANCE IS DUE!!
- CLBP
I'm Someone You Should Get To Know
When I travel this country, it's the FIRST thing you know about me. Before knowing I'm almost 50, before knowing I'm a mother and grandmother, before knowing I love music and dancing, before knowing I love to laugh loudly and often, before knowing I love hard and have been hurt a multitude of times, before knowing that I'll give my last to anyone in need, before knowing I live (and still thrive) with mental illness, anxiety, and childhood traumas.... BEFORE YOU KNOW ME! All you know is I'm Black, and that's no reason to hate me.
-CLBP
FEAR
She lays naked. Clean. Fan blowing on her slightly damp, butter moisturized skin. Hands, exploring. Touching, searching every mound, hill, valley, curve, bump, and dimple of her milk chocolate skin.
Looking for the answer. Where is the fear? Where is the fear to be found? Where is the fear to be found in skin that looks like this?
Is the fear in the glorious shades of melanin, a gift by the mighty Creator? Is the fear in the deepness of the soul, that cries out at the treatment it receives? Is the fear in the kinks if the hair, as it grows up and out reaching and defying gravity? Is the fear in the insightfulness of the eyes, as they see what others do not? Is the fear in the broadness of the nose, regal in it shape? Is the fear in the plumpness of the lips, that speak truth and wisdom? Is the fear in the fullness of the breasts, that protect the passion of the heart? Is the fear in the curvature of the hips, that move with purpose with the walk? Is the fear in the buttocks, the side giving when fucks are no more? Is the fear in the legs, holding up against the odds? Is the fear in the feet, their steadfastness that carries on and on and on?
Or maybe the fear is between the legs. The place where generations spring forth. Generations that were never expected to be.
-CLBP
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