who i am

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since we are still doing the black history month thing...though only obvious in McDonald's commercials...check out these photos. they are surreal, they made me cry, they made me conscious of how blessed i am. that's all for now folks. i'm trying to write now to make some money, so keep me in your positive thoughts and prayers!

peace & blessings

futuristiclovejonesonsteroids

if there was enough luv in my heart
to heal whateva is keeping u from me
i would drain my veins
red & dripping
(on your pristine white carpet)
of what is precious
to restore what you lost
through your pain & longing...
stopping the train doesn't mean
that we still don't have somewhere to b.
my luv is as deep &
wide as the hole in your heart
but i can not waste away emotionally vacant
waiting for u to come home to me
no forever, not eternally,
cause we all must know there is so much time before eternity comes to fruition
i know who i am
flawed, yes, but not weak
struggling, but still working and full of hope for my tomorrows
grieving, losses seen and unseen, but still intact
free to fly & grounded
if luv is my future, it shall be good
deep like the great oceans
vast as the evening sky
bountiful as the forests that will remain when we r long gone.
that is the reality of me today.
& the most difficult situation to comprehend
my luv fo u...

encourage yo self,,,lol

u r exquisite

talented beyond any Muse's measure

u need not seek the jealous accolades

of those who seek the fury of your words
God gives you His approval every time you pen another verse

let them listen and make accusations

it means nothing to u darling

u r a creature d'habitude

slipping in and out of mass consciousness

it matters not the moment that the cocoon ceases to be

but when the butterfly emerges

spreads her glorious wings

and soars here and there

changing the course of time

as is her duty

and is mine

so there is nothing that one ever owes

in explanations

or tears to validate her existence

her purity

she is here to stay and to do whatever

she thinks needs to be said

luv yourselves, literally and figuratively,

dee

what they do...revised

i wish sometimes that i had a penis. a big, thick, long phallus to swing about and shift around in my pants. maybe then i would have the gall to be, like some men, not all (for i am no man-basher) a selfish, arrogant, and narcissistic cretin. i think that that piece a flesh must entitle my beloved counterparts to some feeling of superiority and entitlement to their woman's(or most likely women's) minds, souls, and bodies...i feel anger swelling in my chest right now as I think of there lame lines and foolish excuses for infidelities, missed dates, squandered moments, and general insincerity. and that is just the reaction to their women.

worship of the phallus as a symbol of creative energy has been central to virtually every world culture and strong traditions of phallic art existing throughout India, Egypt, Greece and Northern Europe...writer Alain Daniélou expounds that the "penis is a source of bliss and transcendence"...i think that is bullshit.

then there are the men and their masculinity and other men. the deaths and deaths and deaths of scores of our men, bodies bleeding in the streets, on mother's front stoops, and in alleyways... it sends waves of pain through my body. today i saw young men peddling crack to a woman dressed in shorts and a windbreaker in thirty degree weather. they were smiling. she was not. tears welled in my eyes in anger, not pity. i couldn't reconcile who i was mad at either - them, or her, or me, or all of us.

if i carried the power of manhood within my own body, would i squander it in violence, misogyny, and self loathing, or would i take the beauty that is man, black man, and create a kingdom of greatness to rival that of the Kushite, Naptan, Egyptian and Nubian civilizations that created libraries, universities, palaces, great wealth, and power.

i don't possess a penis. or a man's strength. i am not weak or helpless, however, i so desire him, you - to take your places and inherit the hope of our ancestors. their blood was not all spilled on Selma's bridge and Birmingham's streets, there souls were not all crushed on the auctioneer's block, and their strength was not left on the shores of the great Continent,

i am no savior. there is only one God. and i pray to Him for salvation for them and us and we. i only write what weighs like ten ton bricks on my heart and head. i want more for us in this age of hope and possibility. i do not see a bleak future, just the subtle dawning on a new age in which they do take their places at our sides. kings. no one can tell me that you are anyone less, not even me.

with love and temporary frustration,
dee

haiku trois...

if my womb could hold
a beautiful thing i would
love u without thought
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feeling it all hurts
yet i run full force into
the sweet and hard light
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slowly it creeps forth
yearning so deep it puddles
languidly as rain

happiness...

gotta get myself some of that.

thankfulness...

i am thankful for my life, God's overwhelming presence in said life, my wonderful network of true friends, my family, a roof over my head, and food to put in my belly.

i am thankful for President Barack Obama and his beautiful family and God's covering over therm.

i am thankful for the work i am blessed to do and the others like me who believe in what they have been called by God to do.

i am thankful for those who don't think that shopping is a reason to trample someone to death or shoot them to buy overpriced gifts that have nothing to do with the season of Christmas.

i am thankful for to many people and events in my life to name, some good, some not so; however in both instances i became the woman that i am today because of them and that is reason enough to be not only thankful but grateful & blessed.

walk in the light sojourners...
dee