Show me
How much you love me
Just so
I know what not
To listen to
Show me
How much you hate me
Just so
I know how to
Greet you
Show me
How much you fear God
Just so
I know how much
Of my heart to give
Show me
How much you love yourself
Just so
I know what kind
Of friends we’ll be
Show Me
Show Me
How you pray,
But not what you pray for
Just so, I know
Where should I stand
for You to see Me?
How loud do I have to Be
for You to feel my glee?
What designer must I wear
to be taken seriously?
What part of Me must I tear
for You to sense My depth immensely?
Who should I emulate
in order to be compared?
Who’s face should I resemble
to prove I have a real dimple?
When will be the best time
to take Dr. Seuss out of rhyme?
When should I expect
my actions to be of derilect?
Why am I considered racist
just because I’ve never had a facelift?
Why can’t I raise my fist
if I want to make the good list?
How can I make You see
if at first You can’t believe?
How can your senses be covered
when You had nine months to be mothered?
I am so distressed, right now.
My Jimi Claybrooks piece, “The Solid Rock,” was damaged. Not only have I tried finding a replacement, I have no been able to connect with the artist.
The framed print is so inspirational and sentimental to me. In it’s pristine state, I was the envy of all my friends in Atlanta, Georgia. I purchased #1052 of the limited edition 1800. It would be okay to have anybody want to ask, “If it was so important to you, why didn’t you protect it better?” I deserve that! Just like one’s own spirituality, it should be protected…well-grounded.
Things happen.
I am in great hope that I can capture the attention of either the artist, Jimi Claybrooks, or someone who can point me in the direction of a newer print nowhere near the $850 asking price.
Sometimes, I guess you can put a price on sentimentality.
TTBoy Says: Slaves were never “natural” Christians. It was a religion forced on them. It seems safe to say that Black people should be okay with answering, “I believe in God,” if that’s what they do.
Who, What
Where, When and Why
Do I have to
look to the sky
for the answers
that make prancers
I know somebody does love me
Looking as good
As I want to
Do I?
Patiently, I’m waiting
Inspite of my hating
It’s so damn degrading
Feeling my life fading
Still, I look to the sky
And ask,
Who, What
Where, When and Why
Do I have to
look to the sky
when it already knows
and sees my cry
(But still, I fly)
I don’t need You
to flip the script
on my already ripped
passion
To know me –
Then see Thee
Turn Me into Fashion
What is going on with this palm?
Who has ever seen a heart-line and life-line joined together like this?
What does it all mean, seriously? Many say that “Life is what You make it.” Seriously?! Do we really have control over our own destinies? I know this seems like just a series of questions. But, can anyone tell anything about this individual just from a palm reading? How fascinating to have a palm that distinguishes You from everyone else.
Maybe Guinness should take a look at what could be “The Most Extraordinary Hand In The World.”
So many books
and tips on how
to be fulfilled
What works for most
may not for those
who have less
Pay a fee
for a new emblem
to be placed on
their proud loud breast
One factor from
the benefactor
who is not an actor
above
Where is the Love
Yet the lonesome white dove
appears with tears
to cast away fears
a sign for the
not-so-blind
who should have no choice
but to be kind
in the eye of a sky
that captures lies
and cries
where we despise
anyone
In a different brighter sun
What is missing from the
four-letter word
is the ego once often heard
Take care of yourself
by standing on a shelf
and remaining there
in hope and care
Let that be the teacher
though say Hello to the preacher
on Sunday morning
whose sermon may be boring
When all there is to know
is how to make a heart glow
What’s old is now new
But a select few
fills a basket
to escape a casket
All the wrong donations
in the face of pale nations
stimulate the fascinations
prior to castrations
When I entered my very friendly polling station, I was greeted with a, “Just ask yourself one question, are you better off now than you were four years ago?” Then, a male voice hammered, “…But would you want it to be worse?” Wow! I felt like i was raped…and I never want that to happen to me.
So, as I made my selections, I knew in my heart: “I VOTED FOR THE RIGHT PERSON!” I even told myself, “Self. What a wonderfully outstanding money-maker “I VOTED FOR THE RIGHT PERSON!” would be for every election!” It has so much to do with every election and not just the Presidential Election. Sure, I would be a fantastic liar if I said that a candidate’s culture had nothing to do with my decision. One’s culture is just as relevant as the color of one’s skin when they start talking about things I don’t believe in. Although it perplexes me as to how any decent, loving, and self-confident female could vote for someone who tells her on a daily basis that what she believes do not matter – and that what she does with her body will be decided for her. Yet, that same woman will make a decision that will ultimately cause her to endure ever more domestic abuse. Her vote will be her vow, just like his vote will be his vow.
Like many turn and run at the altar, consider your decision each and every election day. Does it feel right or are you voting as a matter of convenience? For some, for many, the way they vote has already been decided for them: family heritage, peer pressure. Then, how can we justify our feelings that don’t quite mesh with our own friends and family? Do we tell the truth or do we smile, pound our chest, and pray that we will not be thrown into the lake of fire? But how many people will actually admit to and state why they voted for a candidate whose views and opinions and beliefs went against every thing they stood for?
“I VOTED FOR THE RIGHT PERSON!”
What a wonderful slogan to be worn each and every election day to boldly state that they knew they made the right decision. I plan to make hats and T-Shirts and buttons to be worn proudly. “I VOTED FOR THE RIGHT PERSON!” doesn’t overtly say who you voted for. It just says that after fully weighing the pros and the cons, along with the candidate’s history or track record, you stand with conviction and you matter.
You put me here
for a reason
though it may not have been
the right season
I had no fear
I listen to the sound
Of their voices
And what I found
Were many, different choices
Some found their own way
Others refused to say
Lives floated like a bay
Awakening to fears and pain every day
I did my best
To pass your test
But as my heart and smile reflect
I tried to be perfect
Though it was my mind
That kept me kind
More indifference
Would I find
But I can’t blame them
For another sad church hymn
Souls don’t change with time
They’re just the blind leading the blind
If I ask for rest
After I confess
Will you shed your light
With all your might
I did my best
To pass your test
But as my heart and smile reflect
Father, I tried to be perfect
