This Poem Could Be Our Song

The World yawns

Stretches and braces for

a New Day.

Leaves unfurl

Grass shakes off its dew

And I lie here sleepless

Thinking of you.

Missing the voice

That cradled

My heart

Soothed and

Calmed

My Fears.

Whispered gently

Trust me

I got You.

Missing the smile

That twinkled

those eyes.

Bringing out the

Impish boy inside.

Missing the hands

That healed

The wounded.

Prayed to

the Creator

And caught

Hold of mine.

Carefully guiding me

Beside not behind.

Missing the mind

Lightning quick

Complex/collecting/processing/storing

Zoom Zoom on multiple tracks

A Beautiful mind

Reserving cerebral space

For my thoughts.

Missing the passion

The volcanic eruption

Bubbling over

Spreading its fiery

furnace

Over my sacred land.

Missing my smile

My lightness

My glow

That touched all

Who know.

Missing the love songs

The CDs

Mixed tapes

in my email

And my playlist Reply

Phyllis. Oleta. Ledisi.

I’m calling you/ Get Here If You Can/Pieces of Me

Missing the kitchen

The Back forty

Farmers Market

After church

Redbox movies

The lake

The woods

Damn

I am missing you.

Conversation Overheard

Been listening to Lizzo lately. She is a beautiful rapper, singer, indie performer, classical trained flautist,who has taken the Girl Power, self love, can I get an amen music medium to a whole new level/ genre.

This poem is for all those, who like Lizzo, understand that before we can love anyone else. ..we must first love Ourselves.

Gurl you lucky

You got a man

I look around bewildered
Who she speaking too

Where is he?
Who you talkin’ ’bout

You know what I mean
Damn!

Everywhere you go
Male eyes

devouring you

You breeze by smelling of shea, lavender and African oils

Hair coiled lightly scented softly

Framing your dark African black glistening skin.

Sparkly white teeth

And a Smile for days.

Men wish they could
Catch your eye.

But like a spring butterfly

You and your sheer gauzy dresses
just float by.

Gurl

I ain’t got no man.

No one in my bed

when I close my eyes

Or cuddling up to make

My naked body smile.

Yeah I had a man

2,3 even more

But that was back in the day.

I’m living in the present Now.

Damn gurl I just knew

you had a Man

That sexy walk

like you’re on
A NY runway.

That beaming smile that says

Hello Imfinehowareyou

That lyrical voice

Conjuring up nights

Lying in your cocoon.

Gurl

I ain’t got no man

They don’t understand

Me

And What I need

So I just Do

ME.

READERS, MY MEMOIR/ FICTION BOOK… ALL THE LIES ARE TRUE…

THE STORY OF MY BLACK POWER/HIPPIE YEARS IN 1970s LOS ANGELES..

IS SCHEDULED FOR RELEASE LATE DECEMBER 2019 ON KINDLE.

(PREVIEW CHAPTERS WILL BE RELEASED ON BLOG SITE IN COMING WEEKS).

TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS.

AND THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING MY WORDS !

9/11

The anxiety hung thick in the boxy apartment air.

I listen to the talking heads on the morning news report on the memory of this most horrible and Sad day.

It was the backdrop for what proved to be my 911.

Waiting in the courtroom lobby. My heart pounding outside my chest. Nervousness and fear mounting as I try to remain calm.

He walks in confident. Speaks, smiles as if we are meeting for a drink. Sits 100 yards away per the Order.

His lawyer cockily approaching me with a sh*t eating grin. Extends his clammy hand. Calls me by my first name.You don’t have to talk to me. I know. And I do not.

Why do Men still feel the need to intimidate US? No, I am not a lawyer. I am unrepresented. I have been victimized… Again. I Know my rights. I know the law. I am prepared to Fight.

For Me. For nameless women through the ages. Held hostage by a man’s control.

Abused emotionally/ mentally/physically by men we trust. By men we thought we loved.

The stoic judge acknowledges me and hears my case.

His attorney tries to mock me. To question the facts I present. But instead angers the judge. And ends up making a fool of himself and his client. His $1200 attorney fee could have paid my support for several months.

The gavel sounds. Two years of Protection. Two years of No contact.

How did we get here? What makes a loved one become one we fear, a stranger we no longer recognize?

How Did You Get Here? The old RnB song plays over and over in my head.

I wait in the lobby again. Papers are being prepared.

He sits 100 yards away. His lawyer head down. Both sullen, silent.

I should be happy. But just feel relief. Feel like I can breathe once again.

And then the News. A one line text. My Friend has passed.

My Best Friend. My Only GurlFriend. My Ride or Die Friend. My I got your back Friend. My I can call you Anytime of Anyday and talk about Anything Friend.

On this saddest most remembered day when thousands of lives were lost. My Friend has slipped away… without my saying goodbye.

Too consumed with the drama of a broken heart, broken marriage, broken life.

I sit stiffly on the courtroom bench and The silent tears fall.