J & J

My precious babies

Taking care of both of you

Still making me smile

*HisTory/HerStory/OurStory*

*HisTory/HerStory/OurStory*

The Old Country…
The Motherland…
The Last Empire…
Reestablished a New World that had already been discovered.

Cultures compared and clashed…
Masses mixed and mated…
Languages split and blended…
We were born.

Trails of Tears…
Trails of joy…
Trailing lives…
Some trails were documented and many were not.

Sunrise to sunset…
Living and loving…
Communicating and confusing…
Life is lived in the moments.

Faith…
Prayer…
Love…
Those are the foundations of life's moments.

"Yes, We can" …
"For Livin' I was born" …
"Strong men keepa gittin' stronger"…
Brothers uttered and penned passionately.

"We real cool"…
"I wrote a good omelet and ate a good poem"…
"You are such a fool, I haveta love you"…
Sistahs professed intently.

HisTory/HerStory/OurStory …
We. Are. The. Moments…
Active or passive…
Our lives are linked as we blaze these trails.

+ Can U name the authors quoted in the poem? +

C. A. Paige © February 2008

To My Special Friend

Introduction: Touching
Wish expressed leads to fantasy fulfilled when poet’s heart is touched
By expressions of affection both deep and wide
Thus dipping my mighty quill in the fountain of your eyes
I seek to arouse the tender passion held inside

Submission: Total
Obey every word don’t question any rule
It’s a game only certain people can play
Don’t give in to fear give it all up
Do it now go all the way

Panties: Crotch-less
Let Victoria keep her secrets as Frederick’s
Reveals all in the land of the stars
Closer to home I see Uranus
Puckered and prepared to meet the wrath of Mars

Penetration: Complete
Stretching relaxing accommodating through contortion
begging point to be driven
While gracefully accepting the full measure of affection
Frightfully rigid yet so generously given

Conclusion: Climactic
Liquid passion flows down ebony towers
Red flames licking at their base
Gratitude abounds when dominance surrounds
Flesh adorned in leather and lace

PS: You are ORDERED not to thank me, the pleasure is all mine
Your tears of joy were ink enough to take us line by line.

Peace and Love,

Alizé (LoversA.blogspot.com)

Copyright © 2008 Xavier Pierre Jr. All rights reserved.

Making Peace with the Blood Within Me

Thanks Grampa....and Gramma

I never met you
but all of your bloods flow through my veins.

One Black
One White
Hear tell it, somebody in our line was even Asian...
and probably Native American.

What was it like to fall in love with someone
who didn't look like you, smell like you...
and probably didn't taste like anyone you'd ever put your lips on?

I don't know why you did what you did,
I don't know how you endured all that you endured...
so, I can only ... thank you.

I thank the Heavens for you.

In this world where I find myself now -
I want to ... "pick sides"
I want to ... herald my Blackness for all the pain that was endured.
I want to ... detest my non-Blackness for all that was "put upon us"...
All the bigotry and ignorance that my "Black-side" was subjected to.
Because, according to the laws of yesteryear one drop was all it took to make a baby "Black".

Still...I thank the Heavens for you.

In this world where I find myself now -
I don't need to..."pick sides".
"Sides" are "picked" for me.

Nevertheless, you still joined together
And the result was the birth of several beautiful babies
...including me.

Gramma and Grampa, I wish you could see
All that we have grown to be.

Yea, f$%k ups happen now and again.
But, generally...I'm glad to BE
the Black woman who resulted from
Your copulation
So that I can
...be...
...ME....

...thank you...

C.A. Paige©November 2007

*This fits no poetry "form" that I know of- it flowed as it did from God thru my fingers to this computer -- so here u have it....enjoy...or not...but, it's out of me;-).

On Behalf of the Pretty Sistahs

Pretty Real

C'mere!
Don't be skurred.
Don't make excuses.
Forget what you were taught about pretty women.
We. Are. Human.
Gigolos ain't the only ones who "get lonely too".
What? You say Pretty Women have it too easy?
Have you asked one how her day was and then really waited for the answer?
Did she snap at you? Are you sure?
Did she hear you correctly? Did you hear her correctly?
Did you approach her with animosity? Curiousity?
Did you drop the "lines" and simply ask her - "Hey Sis, How you doin' today?"
Hmm, she still snapped? Well, then maybe she had a bad day.
Maybe she's just tired of being held to standards that are unreasonable.
Maybe she just wants to be a sistah who is:
Admired for who She Is
Without being touched without her permission or judged.
Or told that "She thinks she's cute." or "She ain't all that anyway."
She just wants to be loved by her man, a Strong Black man who accepts her as she is.
She just wants a Strong Black man who accepts her and won't toss her aside if she dares reveal less than perfect attributes.

Or...maybe that's just me.

C.A. Paige©April 2007

CAP "sings" her Favorite Love "song"

Only a Brother Can

Nobody can reward a strong, patient sistah like her man can.

Only a Brother can…
…walk that proud bounce on his toes strut as if he’s about to leap into the heavens (or is he already walking there?)

Only a Brother can…
…wink & smile that smile only for you that no one else noticed
but you suddenly feel as if he gently grazed his fingertips all over you body and you’re tingling & smiling all over yourself as if you were caught in a surprise Spring rain shower and it’s …. S-uh-oo refreshing.

Only a Brother can…
…enter a room and suddenly transform the décor AND the lighting.

Only a Brother can…
…pluck you from a crowd like a flower simply by locking his beautifully intense eyes onto yours.

Only a Brother can…
…touch you without touching you with his powerful presence.
….breathe his warm chocolate breath down your neck & cause you to melt into a completely relaxed state.
…touch you feather lightly with those wonderfully strong hands from your toes to your nose & deeply into your soul.
….explore your mind, body AND soul ever so carefully and gently as if putting together an intricately fragile puzzle.
…awaken you from a DEEP love-he-induced slumber with strokes so pleasing you smile and murmur, “Good mornin’
…it must be mornin’ cuz I feel like singin’ Halleluyah!!”

© by C.A. Paige 1998

* would love to give credit for that image - but it was cut out of a magazine. If you know the photographer or better still the model - please leave info in comments. Until then it's borrowed from an unknown source.