SMH… Part. 4

Still SMH… “His Perspective”

Part 4………..

My thoughts were unsettled as I ran out of the door and got into my car,

Before I reversed … I took one last look … and saw his silhouette afar,

There go those feelings again….. smh

Here I am, ready to give my love away

Here I am, unattached

Here I am …… smh

Before I knew it, I was dialing his number,

I guess I needed closure,

I wanted to know why did he welcome me, and subject me to ecstasy, …. Then reject me …. Smh

“ I was expecting your call”, Was his salutation.

“ How could you see the bend of my curves in bare form,

delight in my bouquet,

taste my fruit …. and not be turned on?” My indignation.

After a long pause, he proceeded to explain…..

“ My lady, you do more than turn me on, you take my breath away”

I remained silent, I NEEDED to hear what else he had to say,

“When I received your text, I felt blessed ! “

My panties became wet…… smh

“ You were like a dream in my doorway, illuminated in pure beauty and natural grace,

I was immediately aroused, and when you allowed me, to touch you, baby I felt like I won the lottery…

that shit felt good. Forgive me, if I stole your … potency”

SMH…..

“ You bring heaven to the room, I just had to touch you”

By this time, I’m looking for a place to pull over, I can’t focus he’s making love to my mind …..

“ and when I seen you from behind….. I knew I had to fuck you”

DAMN…..SMH

He’s telling me all these sweet nothings,

I’m fantasizing and rubbing,

hoping he grants me the pleasure ……of …..his….. sweet………………………… lovin’ smh.

My breathing became deep, and although I wasn’t standing, my knees became weak!

“ I need you” … I whispered.

SMH………..

To Be Continued… That was still the 3rd encounter… Stay Tuned for Part 5!

A: Poetic Thought By: Rosalind E.

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Fatherhood Part. 8

Our 21st Century Society in America have made being a Father a competition; as if you’ll get an Academy Award for being something you’ve created yourself… and it goes through our culture with very little-to-no resistance because of the [lack] of active Fathers. Within that [lack], not all of those Fathers are missing in action by choice either, many are forced out of their kid(s) lives through bad relationships with the Mother of their child(ren), mass incarcerations and gun related deaths/ violence. It’s sad, but it’s the reality in life as we know it in America. In retrospect being a Father isn’t a competition among other men, it’s a personal honor and duty of each man sowing their seed(s) on this Earth. It’s an obligation that You’ve biologically made as a man bringing a child into this World, so it should never be a luxury for that child to have You as their Father. It should be the absolute basic norm for You to be there for them.

There are many dads out there, but not too many Fathers; there’s a big difference between the two. For the Fathers that are there everyday through and through needs the proper respect that they deserve, because I believe that there’s a collaborative system out here that’s against Black men in particular from being Fathers, especially the minorities that are living in the low income areas all across America, possibly the World.

Fathers are the backbone of a child’s sense of awareness, pride, confidence and security, from their adolescence all the way to their adulthood long after leaving the nest. In layman’s term; most children that are growing up without having the presence of their Father will have a higher chance of getting into trouble simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time more often than children that are growing up with a Father going into their adulthood. If you have seeds then water them and let them grow peacefully with prosperity. Be the backbone of their future, because a woman should only be a nurturer for your child(ren) not their protector, only provider and etc… in this day in age, many Women have to, which inadvertently throws off the balance of her nurturing nature to your child.

We as a People have to bring back the Fatherly influences of the past back to the forefront in all sectors of media like the Carl Winslow’s and uncle Phil’s.. Yea it was made for TV Hollywood, but there’s great Fathers out there and potential great Fathers in the making right here in real life. Some of them are your within your family, some are your neighbors and friends, some are your coworkers and associates. No matter the circumstance–most of all of Fathers just need to see a blue print of what it takes to be a great Father. We have to face the fact that we are dealing with a society of parents without parents, so it’s a catch 22. Just always remember that the better the Father the better the Child the better the Future.

The time is now, please honor and respect the Fathers.

Till next time on Being a Father…

Fatherhood… The Being a Father Series

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Living Legend

Living Legend

Momma didn’t have a car, but everyday I was being driven by these vivid Visions walking to and from school, stayed cool on a hot Summer day dream of making my own toons, Bus stop was far from home, pause, put on my shoes and walk with me through the Valley of the shadow of homicide, drug sales, prostitutes, drug abuse and obtuse peers, gears from Sears, Walkman blaring, 36 Chambers in my ear canals, silenced all but the car horns, I’m honing my escape plans from these 15 blocks of hell, hoping, praying somebody doesn’t drive by and shoot, dodging coked up elders picking up Coke cans for a living, there was nothing Pleasant about my City until I got to Spruce, to be and what not to be was always apparent, enforced by an always ready with the belt Single Parent, I brought you into this World and I’ll take you out kept me out of detention, mouths don’t speak what the eyes Witness on these streets, unless it’s Jehovah; Grandma’s many Life lessons, that and her prayers kept me out of a coffin, as I grew and the quality of Life around me lessened, I asked myself more questions, looked for more answers, paid more attention to my surroundings, that focus brought me to my Destiny, Summer ’94 I stumbled onto my Passion; it kept me out of prison and all other stereotypical statistics known to a young black man raised by a single mom, memoirs of a Living Legend. Selah

A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.

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My Sunday Morning Prayer

“My Sunday Morning Prayer”

My Sunday Morning prayer, R.I.P to Yesterday, last Week, last Month, last Year…. The Darkest part of the P.M is right before the A.M, welcome New Day, Greetings New Week, behold, I shall be glad and rejoice in thee….Because you’re not promised to no one, but yet here you are ticking away with me, LORD I pray for all my Kings and Queens going through it, the ones that are stressed and uncertain about where things are going, when things are coming, those that are on the ledge of their Hope, the one’s at the precipice of their Faith, those that are full of angst that they’re even developing shortness of breath due to anxiety, LORD touch their hearts, calm their minds, give them a sign to soothe their Souls, they don’t mean to doubt YOU, they’re just curious, and things are tough out here not knowing, Faith and Hope is a luxury in this 21st Century. I’m coming to YOU because, well who else? YOU are IT, if YOU don’t do it, it won’t get done, All of my eggs are in YOUR basket, hatch me a New Mindset, where old things are passed away, help me to behold that all things are New in me despite my current environment or situation, Abba search my heart for the words that I cannot utter because of my language barrier in this physical body, I know that you speak Spirituality and I feel it in my Spirit, search my heart LORD, the words are there. I pray that YOU do it swiftly in Yeshua’s consent. Amen… My Sunday Morning Prayer. Selah

A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.

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Hollowed BE

“Hollowed BE”

Oh Hollowed BE, deep is the hole of THY Key, who can reach the pits of THY keep and unlock THEE, how about a round of applause for the CREATOR of Creating, conceptualizing your inherited thought processes and mines, theirs and ours, from the meeting point of the seed and the egg, take the yolk off around your brain and think, ions ago, out of a single train of thought, then, BOOM, Sound, you heard that BANG!!? it was Big, like a hit song everyone can sing, everywhere you travel, you hear the same tune in the car passing, the melodies in the wind, the words in a conversation, the cadence in someone’s stepping, the tone in a hum or a whistle, the beat in a tap, slow clap for the DEBATER of Debaters, can’t you see, that every opinion of every being is a grain of sand around HIS massing sea, your simple ideals are easily waved and moved from shore to shore, HIS words crash over all that is written by a mere mortal’s hand, washes it off for the next generation to scribe and proclaim that it is they that can stand the test of HIS Time, who can contain YOUR grander in a single thought during a single lifetime and not go insane, Hallowed be thy Name, oh Hollowed BE. Selah

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Love is Blind

Love is Blind

Ignorance is kind, the most blissful thing about Love is that it’s blind, shading the overwhelming light of the Truth behind, fine, pull back the curtains of reality and you will find, that it’s almost always easier to digest a little white lie, sigh, here’s a sign, what did you think of first when you read that last line, baby you don’t look fat in that dress from the neck down, knowing well that she went from a Coca Cola bottle to a bottle of wine, King you’re not that great in the sheets, some of that huffing and puffing is for your super ego, but you don’t hear me though, due to Love, the Queen can’t just let you know that she’s putting on a show, so, you’ll be kind and rewind the movie, watch it all over, take notes then have a better sequel, can’t you see, oh yeah, the most blissful thing about Love is that it’s Blind. Selah

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Queen of Hearts

“Queen of Hearts”

Queen of Hearts, the most precious Jewel on my Crown, she was down for the King like 4 flats on a 52 Cadillac, I’d pitch it, she’d smile and bat her lashes, back full of scratches, I’m sliding for home base, slap box then beat it up like Cassius, I am her thriller in Manila, pause, pockets knocked by the opposer, Sabali, 9 counts on the mat, legendary hustle, shake it off, rise and shine, penetrate the defense, grind, give, give, give everything but up, peep the format, check my stats, look in the mirror and face those facts, during the chase of a few racks, I’ve neglected to stamp my time card, now tears are being shed while she’s huddled with the wolf pack, came out, took 2 steps back with 2 quarters, talking about I’ve dropped the ball so she’s passing up on Black, my Kings, it’s straight division of dividends when she starts dealing with them jokers, are you getting where I’m aiming at, catch that, then run it back to the Palace, the most precious Jewel on my Crown, I can’t deal without you on deck, I would’ve never played you, Sabali yonkonte, Queen of Hearts. Selah

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