My Mother is a Hero

Her wisdoms speaks of tarnished roads for which she doesn’t want her children to travel

The essence of strong is told by passionate color of red which becomes visible through her eyes.

Her valued words ring church bells of the truth that exhilarate the minds body.

She is a woman like no other.

The dedication to surrender herself to broken words from deprived students details the efforts to put food on the table.

Her cry for affection from the opposite sex, leaps to the joy when decorated by friends and family around her.

She fights with her mind and not her fist to change the world.

My mother is a hero

Nation Undivided

I remember stories of people hung by their mane because their skin wasn’t accepted

Lunches were lynching’s

And color was what blacks where called just to draw emphasis

My color was the birth of struggle

Destine for change

Color has been rearrange to be accepted by others

I now accept you as my brother

My brother

Any denomination or color

I vow to accept as an equal

Words like nigger will not define me

But be of a past history that was unpleasant

A mere memory that will not become present

Only if were a nation undivided.

Cinderella

Can I be your everything, anything, and anything in between
because its something about church bells that make me want to get on one knee


I look at you at a far, but the reality is that your right next to me
Your holding the broken pieces that past relationships have craved out


You decided to take the time to heal me
Glue those unwanted pieces back on to my flesh


Cuddle me close to your breast
as if you were giving me the notion that your mother nature in a dress


I got to say something to you


I have to confess that I'm in love with you


Not a pieces of you
Not parts of you
but the whole you


You isn't even the fathomable phrase that
should be said to even announce your presence 


so I call you Cinderella 


Cinderella


I propose a toast for a forever that will last an eternity


let me say my vows to earn your cheek, in hopes that your lips will then follow in beat


 I adore the fact that love is possible if you only believe

Sleeping Beauty

She is not forgotten, but looked at a far

Waiting for someone to love her with there all

Not willing to except a quick fix

but rather wait to be surrendered to a needle in a vain

that has a heavy sedative of loves pain

Faintly she becomes drained

and eyes becomes shut as sleeping beauty becomes her name

she waits for lips to hover her own

Coma drawn quivers secrete from her bones

She's without blanket laying cold with no one to hold..

From a far, never felt so near

As lips come to awake her inner fears

Never felt so alive in her life

she opens her eyes to see the face that made her appear

It was a man that wanted more than just a kiss and a good bye.