Nightmares (One of my very first pieces)

Bad dream in the night
The man wouldn't stop shouting at me
He was harsh and mean and unkind to me
And not just him
But the whole crowd that laughed around me

Bad dream in the night
I knew that man very well
He taught me twice
Rather once
But the subjects were two of a kind
The ground started to shake
Or maybe I was the one shaking
Out of fear, weakness and pain

Bad dream in the night
It wasn't nice
It wasn't happy
It was sad and depressing
Please don't happen in real life.

NOTE TO SELF:
       I post this to remind myself of how much I have grown
       I post this to remind myself of where I began
       I post this as a reminder that I am stronger now, than I was then
       I post this as proof that things do not work overnight. It takes time, patience and passion
       I post this as proof that indeed things get better, they are better now... and will keep getting better

NOTE TO YOU, YES YOU... my reader:
                             You can't forget the old you, because of the new you, you have become
                              Does that mean you live in the past?
                              No! I mean... appreciate the old you for getting you where you are now
                              A winner! Keep working towards a better you for yourself and others

Artistic Love

You don't feel how i feel towards you

But i am happy I can still love you

For if i can't love you in reality

I will love you in public

In the scribbles of my writings

Through my words of poetry

Through my lines of song

Through a love letter

I will love you with my entire being

I will pour out my heart and soul into every piece of art

I will bring you to life with my thoughts unwritten, unspoken

I will love you every day

I will love you every night

I will love you as though there is no tomorrow 

You don't feel how I feel towards you

But I am happy I can still love you

For if I can't love you in reality 

I will love you with the help of ink and paper 

Our vows permanent 

Our love public

And our unique love shall be remembered even when we are long gone

But I am hopeful that in the life after

I will physically love you 

For I'd have already artistically loved you

In my works of art

Greatness Is Acceptance of Self

Little black girl

Do stand up

Little black girl

Chin up

Little black girl

Come forward 

Stand in front of this mirror

Admire your little nose

Admire your little ears

Admire your little lips

Admire your little feet 

Admire your little hands

Admire your white crystal eyes 

And your white cream teeth

Admire your kinky ember black hair

Admire the beauty and grandeur you bear

little black girl

look at this mirror

Mark this date and remember

remember you are pretty

remember your skin is gold

remember its color an armor

remember you are great

No less of a human

for being a little black girl

Little black girl

I insist

Little black girl

For it is no shame to be one 

Little black girl

This poem is specially written for you

This poem is specifically written to you

Let no one

Belittle you 

Let no one

Break you 

Let no one

Mock you 

For being a little black girl 

For I once was a little black girl

And now I am a proud African Queen

You too are one in the making

Night Musings

i write in the night

when the stars shine bright

and the moon is my lamp

i write in the night

when its silent and dark

i write out my fears

I write out my doubts 

I dump them into the dark

Where I would like them to reside

I write in the night

With mellow slow songs playing in the background 

Lukas Graham singing his funeral song

Alan walker faded 

A night of sadness and deep thoughts 

I write in the night

The night he broke my heart

The night I was in denial

The night I thought it was an April fool's day joke

I write in the night

The night I got my first kiss 

From a charming prince 

Our love grew stronger 

With each sunrise

And each sunset

But now Bitter Sweet Memories

Sweet waters I should not have tasted

For they are now sour

No, not like lemon

For lemon is sweet to taste

I write in the night

For in the night is when I can clearly think

Silence...

The noise in my head.

Cheers to poetry written at night

I am meant to be asleep 

But my eyelids won't shut

Because my mind is awake

And there is no way it is letting the other parts of the body rest 

It is beckoning me to think of days past

It is imploring me to think of events yet to pass

I entertain both for a while 

Then rhetoric questions decide...

Don't you think life is full of wonder?

Don't you think you have grown up way too fast?

Are you really ready for the next phase of life?

Are you happy being the person you are?

I am meant to sleep 

But my eyelids won't shut

Because my mind is awake

And there is no way it is letting the other parts of the body rest

That's why I am learning to let my heart lead at times 

Because I bet I'd be asleep way before this time 

It is 2am in the night

The only noise,

My thoughts screaming to be heard.

Stuck Between a Hard Rock and a Hard Place

I'm stuck between a hard rock and a hard place

Haha not literally

but think about it

what if it was literal

would you not just pick out your phone and call your friends?

ask them to come for you and to carry a drill or a hammer?

Then they can come drill you out?

And smash the rock?

Haha

My Confession

My beginnings are as humble as God allowed them to be

A creature of dust

I am

From the ground He lifts me up

Having fallen more times than I can count

He reminds me it is not over

Until He says it is over.

I've broken His heart

As many times as the particles of sand

Particles of Sand in a desert

I don't know how true that is

Because I am not precise about how many there are

But that's how I feel

I have let Him down 

Too many times for me to count.

Unkept promises

An ungrateful child I am

Anger I have carried from dawn to dusk

Day after Day

I have been careless with my words

I have cared less for those He asks me to love.

I seek His pardon with a sincere heart

I feel unworthy to be in His presence

Yet I long for His embrace

which He lovingly gives

That I willingly refuse.

I punish myself 

I refuse to forgive myself 

Even when He says He has forgiven me

"Come to me child

I knew you before you were born

Named you

Loved you

Come to me child

I love You

as You are"

Forgiveness offered with unending love