Fighting Grace

I was inspired by your fire.
tandalized by your verse.
Ready to march if you lead.
Feared..
the reprecussion of a born leader like us
possessed..
hunted..
and stalked
We rolled with you because we also
had that demon
ready to ride or die
fighting the angel on the other side.
"The Battle of Salvation"..
loosing the war against
"temptation"
fuck'n
kill'n
cheat'n
steal'n
"Hallelujah" if you hear me
Set me free.
fighting for grace in a world of sin.
fighting for salvation
when the flesh just wants to give in.
fight!!

**dedicated to Tupac Shakur

Hair?

Cornrolls.
extensions.
dreadlocks.
A black woman, Am I not?
Smack mud in it, twist it up.
Lay hair in it, braid it up.
A black woman, Am I not?
Mother of the Universe.
Queen of the Nile.
So why should I be judged by my hairstyle.
A Black Woman
I'm I not?


(c)Tsehai
In memory of my sister Gail Davis

Caught................

caught between them
caught between love
history with one
beginings with the other
How can I choose
between my two lovers
He has hurt me time and time again, but I always
gave in and allowed him back in
he fucks so right
he licks so long
but I'm almost convinced being with him is wrong
our spiritual connection
the years put in
always wondering if he was a lover, enemy or a friend.
Sophisticated, Fine...a seasoned Vet,
But then there is....
him
young,
motivating,
idealistic,
keeps my mind in check
we haven't consumated
he knows the deal
understands the veteran situation
and respects the whole deal
We flirt with fire.
six degrees of seperation
eight years of time
he holds me tight respecting the borderlines.
but sometimes we get lost in the thrill and the passion becomes to much
the conversation is like a seductive touch
He goes down on me and I flow like the the Nile
so young
so strong
he holds me down
going to town
eating
sucking
pulling
poking
I'm groaning
He's moaning
and we want more, but I'm
caught between lovers
caught between possibilities
caught wondering
where I'm at in this novel
the beginning
the end
or..................................

What If?

 
....I could live my dream and my reality was a fantasy
....I made the clothes
instead of them making me
....God was a girl, the girl
of all our dreams
....I could be real with you
and you be real with me
....I was part of the cause
instead of being the cause
of destruction

....What if?

I dream reality and live fantasy, but I can drink destiny...I'm anorexic.....I'm hungry, but I don't want to I can't keep it down...This fantasy has got my world turned upside down. 

Symbol.....

>

A piece from a fellow poet that says it all.......
YOUR
>Your kisses encircle my
>
> Your lips encircle my
>
> Your tongue, it tastes my
>
> Your voice awakens my
>
> Your spirit caresses my
>
> Your soul communes with my
>
> Your mind, it teaches my
>
> Your fragrance drunkens my
>
> Your fire, it soothes my
>
> Your fingers explore my
>
> Your whispers implore my
>
> Your heart, it adores my
>
> Your body pleases my
>
> Your hands, they're teasing my
>
> Your all belongs to my
>
> You're destined to be my

(c)by the talented Lady Mayala
>  

Fed up and completely don't give a fuck!

I have a lot to be greatful about. I'm finally legally single again! My children "seem" to be happy and I have a job with a lot of things to offer. Not to take all of this out of consideration, but bitches also be trip'n. Now a bitch could be anything or anyone, not just a female dog. I can, will be and have to a bitch myself sometimes, that's o.k. If you step out of line on me I'm going to let it fly full force back at you. No one including myself will ever build a solid foundation with god or anyone if you build it with insecurities and jealousy, selfishness and if you try to be cut throat to your own, unfair and ugly to your own, play little dumb ass games (and you know the little games you play). Now your own could be your kids, your nosey neighbor, your girlfriend from back in the day. So many times I find myself sitting back and laying low because the full force that will come at you won't come from me. It will come from the most high and it may even be for me. I pray about everything...people don't believe that, but I do. I'm greatful for my sadness, my happiness, my times of indecision, my times of great pain because I know there is purpose and reason in all of that. Sometimes that reason may not even be meant for me. I have deep thought and consideration in a majority of my endeavors...personally and socially. So I find myself in a dilemna.....do I sit back and let people treat their own like second class citizens or voice my opinion. I voice my opinion and if that is something you wouldn't have done. So be it. I don't always pick the second choice. Each decision should be made upon that situation. So I find myself at odds with a couple of people, who are on my shit list. Truthfully I know this is sad to say, but I really think about on a daily basis of slashing there damn tires, burning their house down and selling their punk asses for a pint of shrimp fried rice. I know that's bad, but that is how I truly feel. I'm feeling cut throat and ready to honestly let a bitch know what is on my mind. So if you say "fuck you" to me you better be ready to put your words in motion. I will pray on this and let things flow as they may. bitch to bitch. sacred child to sacred child. PEACE!!!!