Letter To My King

Photo Inspiration: Artist Unknown

Dear King,

Tonight as you come in and rest,

I need you to know..

I see your pain.

You try to hide it and

you’ve done a good job so far.

I get it…

Society says you have to be this big brave

Man that never shows any pain because pain is weakness,

But the Queen in me won’t let you suffer in silence.

Where you are weak I’ll be your strength that

Strengthens you to walk in your light.

Walk in your truth

So that you may be that best you

The best you that walks with the fierceness

of a lion

Unfazed by the dangers that prey on your weakness

The dangers that really aren’t dangers

because your

Lioness lies in waiting to protect your neck

Should they strike

You are not alone with me by your side

So let me see all there is to see of you

Your worry’s, your fears, and your uncertainty

Hand me the key to your heart that you hold onto protectively

And let me love you

Mornings With You

Artist Unknown

I remember early mornings

Eating home cooked breakfast

Smoked jowl, rice, and biscuits

Sitting at the table watching you fix my plate

Getting lost in the taste

But stopping at the sight of you

Across from me

Dark Afro hair

Smooth brown skin

Round face

That hang under your chin

My attention always went to that hang

That would shake every time you took a bite

Oh how I miss that sight

How I miss

Early mornings

At the table

Eating home cooked breakfast

With you

I Thought

Artist Unknown

I thought we had a connection

A connection that no one understood

A connection only you and I could comprehend

Because we were the intended

On an alternate plane

Tattooed with a mixture

Of guns and roses

We created a love

Swirling in a pool of melanated bliss

You completed me

I completed you

Together we were one

Heartstrings laced together

Soul ties that became soul lies

Lies that flowed from your lips

Like the loose lips that sink ships

Ships that contain our love from that alternate plane

Now down at the bottom of the abyss

Never to be found and easy to miss

If only someone would tell my heart

The truth

My heart that finds it hard to get over you

Days and night filled with thoughts of what had been

Until I’m overcome with passionate rage

Turning my world like that ship that dwells in the dark murky waters of the ocean

Never to see the light of day again

I thought we had something real

I thought we had something only you and

I could comprehend

I thought we had a connection

I thought

Sunrise Kisses

Meet me at the top of Stone Mountain

Just as the warm colors of

Burnt orange and rose red peek out

Over the horizon

I’ll sit there quietly awaiting your arrival

That way I can study you

Your Hershey dipped skin that’s highlighted

In the awakening of the day

Your tall muscular build that radiates

Power as you walk

Your blinding smile that shows how

Happy you are to see me

And the love I feel

When you place the gentlest kiss  in the center of my forehead

As the sun fully touches the sky

Sunrise kisses

My Black Rose

My black rose

That’s what you are to me

So unique

Such a beauty to watch unfold

When you graced me with your presence

I knew my world would never be the same

My life is now dedicated to you

Ensuring you have everything you need

Watering you and nurturing you

Watching you grow daily

Into the person you are meant to be

And need to be

My black rose

The Golden Hour

Photographer: Kai Curlin

The golden hour

My favorite time of the day

I revel in her beauty

As she looks at me

The sun hits her eyes and

Highlights the light brown orbs

Against her chestnut skin

And she smiles

Brighter than the glow on her face

She is mine and I give thanks

At the golden hour

Death Doesn’t Discriminate

Photo Inspiration: Leslie Odom Jr in Hamilton

Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.

As Leslie Odom Jr. sings the words on stage

during Hamilton,

I am filled with questions.

If death does not discriminate,

Why do we hate it so much?

In death eyes there’s equality in all lives,

But in the churches filled with our cries,

We can’t help but to ask,

Why?

Why didn’t death wait for this one?

This life that was so pure and innocent.

Still with years to grow, lessons to learn, and a few heartbreaks.

Why didn’t death wait?

Even if it was just one more day.

A day that could be spent showering with

Love and affection.

Promises and held back tears.

Until the time to say goodbye and once again be filled with questions of why.

Awaiting a satisfactory response, but

the response will always be the same.

Death doesn’t discriminate.

Oya’s Dance

Photo Inspiration: Oya and Shango

She called to him during the storm

As the tornados twirled and the winds howled

She danced for him

Draped in his color of red

Hints of skin showing

She enticed him with her movements

The jewels on her anklet played a tune as they shook

Calling for him to join her

In the rain, as the tornados twirled, and the

Winds howled

She called to him

And with the sound of thunder

While riding in on a lightning bolt

He answered

Not My Independence Day

As the colorful display lights the sky

And God Bless America plays

Take a moment to remember

Remember that on this day

A day that many people celebrate

It is also a day that not everyone can relate

Relate to the feeling of pride and freedom

Love for a battle won

That battle won was only for some

Those melanated Kings and Queens were still

In chains

Destined to sacrifice for another 2 years

And years to come as the physical became mental prisons and modern day lynchings

Replace the plantation with projects

Slave masters with white supremacists with a badge

Throw in the school to prison pipeline

and most importantly

Separate the King’s from the Queens

As long as they are not together America shall have its freedom

After all 3/5ths of a person couldn’t possibly need freedom

So yes, let the fireworks shower across the sky and God Bless America play

As we celebrate NOT MY INDEPENDENCE DAY

The Lady At The Savoy

Photo Inspiration: Josephine Baker

I remember the first time I heard her sing

She walked on stage with the confidence of a Queen

Her skin was the color of coffee mixed with the right amount of cream

Finger waves graced her hair giving us a different version of Josephine Baker

The red dress she wore fitted her perfectly and stopped just at the ankles with matching heels

As her hand wrapped around the microphone, everyone silenced to hear her speak

The lights dimmed and the spotlight was on her

Witn a smooth sultry voice she welcomed us to the Savoy

The teasing of her eyes let us know we were in for a treat

The sway of her hips showed she was no stranger to a beat

And the singing reaching our ears had us all on our feet

We danced song after song

Until all too soon she thanked us for coming out

I left that night memorized by the beauty in the red dress and sultry voice

Years later it still brings me to my feet 

Every Sunday after dinner in the middle of the living room floor

I put on a tune

Hold her close in my arms

And she sings to me

Just like she did when she was

The lady at the Savoy