LORRAINE TAYLOR

TENDER MERCY








Eloquent is her style
The dazzle of her smile
The façade she wears is thin
Don’t know what lies within

Her man’s no longer round
Asleep on some damn cloud
Can’t appear and just explain
Just how he brought them shame

Their kids one fine one not
In this deadly game of slots
Sometimes don’t understand
Why daddy dealt this hand

But mommy’s always there
She shares their common fears
Her kids always come first see
She calls this tender mercy.

© 2011 Lorraine Taylor

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BRENDA WHITE

MAMA YOU GAVE ME











Mama you gave life and a chance to live.
Not to mention the love, you willfully wanted to give.
Mama you gave me the nourishment's to help me grow,
and become who I was meant to be.
Not someone standing on a corner collecting a,
“what’s your pleasure “fee”.

Mama you gave me the necessary tools
for survival, like the lioness waiting for her cubs,
welcome to the world, arrival.

Mama you gave me the insight of your trials
and tribulations. Which taught me, that I must
put in my share of contribulations.
Mama you gave me the meaning of directions,
so that I can travel my path of independence
to make my own journey of corrections.

Mama you gave me the strength to be strong,
and the knowledge and wisdom to know,
what's right and wrong. Mama you gave me support,
guidance and so much more. Now I understand,
the lioness who taught her baby cubs, how to roar.

I thank God, my Mom allowed me to become who
I wanted to be, because her wisdom gave me inspiration
to keep writing and speaking the words.

© 2011 Brenda White

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ESMAT "MudVirus" MUKHTARZADA

WORKING THROUGH PAIN










The everlasting idea that some of you tend to disrupt my inner workings with
trivial ideas and inputs...that not only try to paint me a new color, but paint my own image with this falsehood idea that I am not doing anything but for the sole purpose of gaining some achievement [amongst people]...of getting a rank or just plain credit...I do what I do cause it's me [Epicness]...I work hard on my body to see where I can go with it, as well as my mind... Being a person that takes in the ideas of Art and the Universe as well as anything that is considered lower level ideas is what makes us all human and well rounded beings... If you have the hopes of bleaching me out... guess again, I stand on my own two feet, my hopes do not lay with you, but it is rather in me...I do not do these things to gain credit, but rather develop myself, and those around me [my Army...Hail!]...as a result my meditations are of the utmost important...The idea of working through pain is the main concept on the table...from whatever ails you... your inner workings is the way to take this approach, and advance it [the one way that you as an individual can] I build my Army because my Army builds me right back up...we all falter, waiver, digress...my meditations advance me, crippling these false colors that are used to imbue the idea of failing...[if you have a question on this...just ask, don't assume... and if you ridicule me...you lose out...in more ways than one] remember...No one can get rid of pain, nor can they live without it, it is a part of you as well as me, it cripples and colors you, but the idea always remains with me... that...you can...Work through Pain and come out as a solidified Soul [which is the only thing that matters...]

© 2011 Esmat Mukhtarzada

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RASHIDA VASSEL

VERBAL INTIMACY








IF I TOLD YOU I WAS CELIBATE
WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO PENETRATE MY MIND
CONNECT MORE INTELLECTUALLY
THAN YOU JUST TRYING TO HIT IT FROM BEHIND
PAY MORE ATTENTION TO WHAT I SAY
AND LESS TO MY PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
I'LL PUT ON A SHOW FOR YOU
WHERE YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE IN THE AUDIENCE
MY CONVERSATIONS ARE LIKE FOREPLAY
I WANT TO GET YOU IN THE MOOD
LET ME STRIP YOU OF YOUR THOUGHTS
AND LEAVE YOUR BRAIN IN THE NUDE
DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY
I LIKE TO DO IT ON THE FIRST DATE
MY INTELLIGENCE IS SWEET
AND I WOULDN'T MIND GIVING YOU A TASTE
LET'S LAY IN THE BED OF KNOWLEDGE
AND SEE WHAT IT IS WE CAN REDEFINE
I'VE CONCLUDED THAT THE BEST LOVE MAKING BEGINS
WITH THE MIND

© 2011 Rashida Vassel

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KAREN GILL

UNTITLED







After all the dead ends & lessons learned,
through all the heartache & memories burned,
could you open your heart & risk love's deceit?
Or would you lick your wounds & accept defeat?

After all the tears you've cried, the broken pride,
through all the times they've lied, the pain inside,
could you open your eyes to your own surprise?
Or would you sever your ties & accept demise?

After all the sleepless nights, countless fights,
through all the bitter sights, wrongs & rights,
could you open your mind, never look behind?
Or would you stay confined & accept decline?

After all the dreadful name's, childish games,
through all the picture frames, faded flames,
could you open the door, to love once more?
Or would you recall before & be inclined to ignore?

After all the broken hearts, we'll one day find,,
through all our questions, true love is blind,
though a million things could knock us off our feet,
always remain discreet, for sweet love's deceit.

© 2011 Karen Gill

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RONELLA ELLIS

I BE










i be
the scream without a voice
the dream somewhat lost
in the shuffle
of cards dealt
they flip one side over
and I found in the end...
it's a misdeal
no spades
no face
just colors
and low numbers
don't even get a chance to
re-nig/or re-define
me

i be
waking and walking dead
grounded in hogs shhhh
it's no secret they keep giving me the slop
no one wants
they...taunt me
haunt me...in shadows
unseen
and I'm the fiend searching
lurking
around every corner
waiting for winter to come
but sunshine and rainbows
don't seem to fit in brown

i be
the sound of broken time
tick tock fists cocked
and ready to release
the bullets of rage
that's been caged
Maya said something about singing
but no one even hears me
anymore
any more in store
for me
and I just might call it quits
this life is too much
a chore

i be ignored
i be war/ing
i be hidden in your
deepest
darkest hue
swept under a rug
kept out of the view

the honest
the onyx
the truth is.......

no one considered these
colored girls
for we be
in every wombed man
in every god's hand
and every one will
stand
eventually
claim voice of self
I said
I BE
didn't you hear me
...the first time?

© 2011 Ronella Ellis

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CATHERINE HAGLER

RESPONSIBILITY







We were living in oppression
And it’s still a great depression
To see our black men so weak and weathered
In a game ruled on drugs, tricks and fame
Some of these men are one in the same
But what is the game? Can you honestly say?
You look like you living large when you don’t got a damn thing
You wanna be a leader and you wanna make it big
And when you make it no where wanna blame it on the man
Some kids are growing up to aspire to be nothing
To work hard enough for the gov to give them something
While their moms are working hard just to keep them out of trouble
But their working even harder just to see their money double
You see they rather take the risk of going to jail
Instead of going to school cuz their scared to fail
16 and pregnant, Maury, and teen mom
Have given young girls something else to aspire for
Pregnancy pacts and feelings of being left out
Have put these girls in a situation that they wish they could take back
But get up off your asses if you wanna be something
Ain’t nobody gon hand it to you, you gotta work for it
You gotta go to college, gotta get your education
Then get a job, maybe open up a business
And a woman’s worth, nah a woman scorned
Means nothing to a man whose hand is too strong
And yet and still, I see the same thing
As I walk down the block to these boys who think they’re men
Asking for my number for a chance down my pants
And his highest education? He completed ninth grade
when I’m walking down the block with a BA to my name
I’m sorry sir, you have nothing for me
When the only thing you offer is a baby and some weed
Stop having babies; keep your dick in your pants
And even if you do, try to be there for them men
Too many baby mamas and too many baby daddies
Where are all the husbands at, why can’t we stay together?
Why can’t we be a family and try to work it out?
The divorce rate is so high; we wonder what is this about?
We forget about unity, don’t even know what it means
To try to work together, cuz we gotta be a team
You see I grew up on the block this is nothing new to me
I’m just waiting for someone who’ll take responsibility.

© 2011 Catherine Hagler

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TANYA BKa BROOKLYN

FANTASY









Should I slip on that red dress you like
and bat my lashes like so?
Should I put on the heels that drive you wild
and switch my hips to and fro?
Shall I giggle at every joke you make,
while gently rubbing your arm?
Should I hang on to your every word,
enraptured by your charm?
Shall I be a proper lady while we're out there in the streets?
Should I practice rules of etiquette
upon whomever I meet?
Should I turn into a devil when we're back behind closed doors?
Should I be a sensual, seductress
leave you always wanting more?
Shall I cook your favorite meal,
watch you savor every bite?
Should I be a domestic diva during the day
then be your freak at night?
All this I can do and more,
for one who earns my appreciation.
So if this sounds like something that you'd like...
I'm accepting applications!

© 2011 Tanya BKa BrookLyn

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BRYAN WINSLOW

IF I WROTE THIS THEN, MAYBE
WE WOULD BE FACEBOOK FRIENDS
NOW









I can hold you in my arms and promise you tomorrow
If it will stop you from crying
Tell you that I'll love you and only you forever
If I believed that my lying to you would bring relief
Would help mend your broken heart
And make it easier for you to start over again
I can tell you that while we are together
I'll never sin again
That I'll never take another number from another woman
Or wonder that phrase "what if" years from now
That I would find it within me somehow to be exactly who I am in your fantasy
That man that loves you tenderly daily
Cooks breakfast, lunch, dinner and even some snacks in between
Who is more girlfriend, than husband
And I'll even be your husband and create a family with you
If it would just keep you from spilling anymore tears
I'd quickly tell you that all I feared was commitment to you
Not because you weren't enough, but because I'm not
That i forgot who I was minutes ago
Figured that I wanted something different, that we deserved something different
But I can promise you that life will be different if you only
Stop sobbing to me
See I could never take a woman crying and I'm willing to lie to you
And deny me to insure that you are happy and
As for me
I can make me happy
Somehow
It may not be right now or a year from now, but
There is a chemistry between us, right?
And it's not all dark times with you, love
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel
While we walk to the altar, together
Balled and chained as the choir sings softly
I swear that I'll remain right here for years to come
And create and raise children with you
Grow old with you and tell you that God told me to
Forsake what my heart desired, desires
Needs
Nik I swear that if you just quiet down a bit
And open your eyes from those slits
I'll look you directly into them and tell you
That I'll love you for life
But you know it would be a lie
And I know it will be a lie, and this here wouldn't be alright
Ever
For when I dream of forever, I envision happy times created easily
Not forced
And our wedding day should produce butterflies and maybe cold feet
Instead of remorse for a broken hearted uninvited guest
And you know, and I know that
She is where my heart belongs
She is for whom I sing love songs
She is the reason for my determination
And she is the one crying hardest
So dry your tears, and release me
Hate me, curse, and then hate me some more if you must
But trust that i hold fast to the fact that I don't lie to woman
And I can't, in my hearts of hearts tell you I love you forever
And make you
The first
Go.

© 2010 Bryan Winslow


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EVE HALL

RESOLUTIONS








Another year has come and gone.
This is the time when we make new goals.
Resolutions that we fail to keep that are,
just another way of lying to ourselves.
Plans to lose weight and not stay up late,
that we will save money and spend less,
and not make our lives a terrible mess.

That we will be more peaceable,
and not always feel we’re right.
That we will admit to our wrongs,
and not try to fight.

That we will try hard to live and not die,
that we will be truthful and not lie.
That we will love and not hate,
that we will be early not late.
Why do we fool ourselves into making resolutions?
Because, we are human.


© 2010 Eve Hall

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