Let’s….Be

 

Let’s walk for a minute. 

Clear our mind from the torture of society.

From the dangerous thoughts and conflicts of our fellow man…       

Let’s be. 

Let’s ensure our community is safe from unjust movements

From the tyrant hold of countless oppressors….

Let’s live. 

Let’s…

See what the world holds in store for the mighty

The strong

The charismatic…

Us…

Man; Woman; Gay or not;

Let’s build our community up

Not wasting time bringing it down

Keeping it in the pits as the majority would like it to be…

Let’s 

Be

 

 

 

Just Be Me

Written by yours truly…

Ever since I was little girl
I felt lonely like it was just me in the world
So much sorrow and pain, I was going insane
Trying to be everything I’m not when God didn’t make me that way
No one to talk to and say how I really felt
Instead I grew up seeing a back full of welts
So, I kept quiet and buried my head in the books
Until I discovered a pen, paper, and a hook

This ain’t poetry but a book on my life
They really hated me when I said I wanted a wife
So, what am I suppose to do
Live a lie just to satisfy you
Bump that this is me and this is all I can be
Dr. King fought hard for us and we still not free
Locked up and chain, bound to the game
All these celebrities misusing their fame
All I, ever wanted was for you to love me
Do you really care, do you love me unconditionally
Well, if so then accept me for me
Worry about your own cause I got my heart beat
I may not speak so intelligently
Stumbling over my words cause my brain regurgitating
Can’t focus can’t sleep well at night
Everyday is a struggle, I want to turn on the light

Live my life in the dark too long
Everything I write turns into a sad song
Should I take a pill or schedule therapy
End up in rehab just like Amy
Wine, I need a glass a big one that’ll last
Live ya life in the fast lane you’re bound to crash
Take it slow and see how far I can go
Learn from your mistakes that’s how we all grow
So, no need to dwell in the past
I’m still gon’ be me with limited cash
I’m black, but not “ghetto”
Sophisticated, but not white
Ain’t no one gon’ tell Trice how to live her life
From 3-1-9 to 2-6-8
Now that I’m smaller, you calling for a date
It’s the same ole me, under the skin
If I live for you, and not me, I’ll never win

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Sweet Like Peanut Butter

its 9:48 pm on this rainy sunday evening. she is laying next to me in between sleep and conversing with whomever she is dreaming about. i know she’s not dreaming about me because she’s not smiling.

all weekend long she’s been smiling as if she’s known some good news that had yet been divulged to me. i haven’t seen that smile in months. its been lost amongst the stress and turbulence of life, and learning to love again. i am relieved to see her smile return to her.

i’m trying to figure out how she could be singing along with India while sleeping. i know she’s somewhat proficient with multi-tasking, but this has be to some new kind of shit. she is so cute though. i don’t really ever describe her as such but something about watching her, experiencing her as she is now is very innocent and childlike.

she opened her heart to me and revealed truths she only wanted God to know. this was a new woman standing before me, exposing her underbelly. it was neither a simple or secured thing for her to do, but yet she did. she’s trusting me and i am honored.

she has curled up close to me. she’s done singing and conversing. there’s only the sound of her rhythmic breathing mingling with the sound of rain falling outside. the house is quiet and i am feeling sleepy. i am feeling happy too. i am happy that this time love was enough. it was enough to get us up and over obstacles that have caused so many other potentially great relationships to fail. ours came close, but truth and trust prevailed. now we are at peace. we are grateful.

when i sleep, i hope to dream of the kiss she gave me before she said, “good night baby.” she tasted like peanut butter. her kisses are always sweet.

Written by: bc

New Love

Written by: bc

its like eating that favorite food
you havent had in weeks
like wrapping yourself in a warm blanket
while standing amongst snowy peaks
its intoxicating
like hooked to a bottle wanting that next high
like hitting the snooze button
instead of telling your dreams good bye
a cool drink
after a long thirst
a soft kiss
after a bad hurt
new love lifted my head
after i accepted daddy was dead
he loved me too
but this love
from this woman
its new

like first air in fresh lungs
love lives again
i express my happiness
with a smile upon a raised countenance
a restored awareness that
i am worthy to be loved
this woman
tall and
strong and
lovely
she loves me
she brings tears to my eyes
and i dont cry easily
but her love’s got my sensitivities tweaked
and im not talking about the physical
(even though that joint’s on point too)
its the emotional fit
that we seem to get right
and i aint been right in a long time

time has seemed to stretch itself out
and allowed us to live infinitely
we dwell between the tick and tock
days and weeks seem to stop
instead of passing us by
love is the reason why
this woman is excellent
she has my heart, body and mind
and she is mine
and i am hers
we got this new love
and it is good

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