Wounded

** I like to refer to this style as "run-on" because some of the lines run into the next one.


WOUNDED


never was one to share

my heart

belongs to I

give you the stick

to my game plan and keep

my emotions

intact – I was hurt but

looking for a place to fall

inside you

nurtured me back

to friends we go

around and around

how

can you give

and take

your love

for me to

someone else.

Behind Closed Doors

Is it you?
Is it me?
Is it her?
Is it he?

I at first assumed it was 3
But now 4
In my home
That whore!

Doing things I don't
Doing things I won't
Doing things I tried
Tell me why you lied?

In my face smiling
Behind my back wiling
All along knowing
That you was hoe-ing

Giving away goods I thought were mines
Never answering your cell the 1st time
Calling me back wit lame excuses
If it slapped you in the face you wouldn't know what truth is

But I gotta secret
You remember those meetings?
And what a meeting it was
Why I did it? Just because

In front of my face I was betrayed
Love and affection that was mines you gave away
So in another mans bed I did lay
But I did not stay

He had her picture
The sista that was wit you
The one you hugged the sheets wit all nite
Was this mans wife

I couldn't do it
Screw it
In a city so small
I knew it

Trying to be triflin like you
I messed up me
In hindsight I can see
I should of just let it be

Now heartbroken and confused
My pride and ego bruised
Feeling so lost and abused
I lose

But don't think you win
In the nxt chapter the drama really begins
I just found abt her and he doesn't know abt you
But NOW we do

*wink*

MzP

*Temptation*

The muscles in my back tensed as I looked at her. My mind whirled with all of the possibilities. Should I? Shouldn't I?
What a damn quandary.

She's married.

It's not that serious.
Ol' boy flaked off like pastry a long time ago, unseen in years. But she's vulnerable, emotional and needing.

I just wasn't sure I'd be there in the morning.

The tension created heat that could be measured in Kelvin. I could see the tiny beads of sweat form on her upper lip. I was close enough to die from breathing in her see-oh-two. Her nipples were like caged beast looking to break free of their prison at all costs. She worked at keeping her breath from coming in ragged gasps as her bountiful bosom heaved.

Her pheromonic scent woke the primordial in me.

My manhood strained at its confinement, twitching like it had been hit by downed electrical wires. My fists clinched, revealing the truth about the cool I struggled to maintain. I licked my lips in anticipation, eliciting a gasp from her. She was so close to the edge, a mild breeze would have sent her into an orgasmic abyss.

Struggling to keep her feet now.
Wrestling with my conscience now.

Time stopped...
until we found each others eyes.

I saw into her soul. I saw her past life. I saw her dreams, her needs, her passions...

and her fears.


I closed my eyes.
Exhaled.


And then I...




1 Cor 10:13

©SojournerG 2008 All rights reserved

i miss you

in the morning...
like my coffee latte, you perk me up
send me on my way, rising and flying just by the words you say

i miss you...
in the afternoon, after the morning rush
your vibe, tantalizing...making me blush

i miss you
in the evening, when i'm lying down
imagining you near me, the king i crowned

i miss you
with every breath
every heartbeat
every blink
every wink

i miss your essence
your smell, your taste...
nothing about you was waste


i miss u and me
i miss we

And old slave chant (on the boatyards of the Chesapeake)

Sweet yella corn fo’ de boats
Sweet yella corn ain’t fo’ de goats
Bushels ta grind but gimme de cob
To wipe the arse o’ Massa Bob!

--1814, Maryland

(I'd like to send this to Bill and Hillary Clinton so they'll know what they're messing with).

Next Tuesday My Birthday wishes ... have been granted

This is dedicated to ALL of my Creators: The Almighty, my parents and fore parents.

T ime
H eals
A LL
N ots
X amined

4 evah

A nd

N ow
E ach
W akening

Y our
E fforts
A re
R ealized
!!

*This is going to be a busy week, so I wanted to post this appreciation early.

internal discussion

[*warning: explicit content*]

"why i gotta give him up?!?" her heart whined.

"i can tell he knows how to fuck! what the fuck are you DOING?!?" her pussy yelled desperately.

"he actually put two sentences together without using the phrase 'nowhatimean', said her brain matter-of-factly, " so i'm kinda partial towards him..."

but in the end, her instinct stepped in and silenced everybody. she'd been sitting in the corner quietly, sipping red kool aid through a swirly straw, her keds kicked up on the table in front of her, watching the battle with bemusement.

"look...," instinct said as she stepped between the waring factions, "didn't you hear what that guy just said? there ain't no getting around it. he ain't the one."

her heart, the selfish heffa she's always been, refused to accept what instinct had just told her.

"i don't care what he said!" she screamed frantically (she really was too melodramatic for her own good...), "i want him! don't you see how he's affecting me? i'm all fluttery! he's got me skipping around and shit! when's the last time a guy made me SKIP?"

pussy's lips twitched as she witnessed heart's dramatics. she quivered a little, trying to get a hold of her own reaction to the guy as she spoke.

"personally, i could give a shit what the dude says," she said sardonically, "so long as he knows how to speak in tongue."

brain noticed pussy frothing at the mouth, creamy liquid coating her lips. she hadn't seen that in a long time and after all these years it still had the ability to gross her out. she whipped out a hanky and handed it to pussy.

"wipe that shit offa your lips, ya nasty bastid..."

"you must have me confused with asshole, cuz i don't ever EVER have shit on THESE lips."

"you know what the fuck i mean," replied brain as she stared pointedly at the cream glistening pussy's mouth.

"at this point i'm willing to let what he said slide," brain responded wearily as she turned to the others,"i'm tired of pussy's dry attitude. her dissatisfaction is taking all of the fun out of my daily existence. i can't hear myself think as long as she stays crunchy like that."

heart, pussy, and brain all looked expectantly at instinct, hopeful she could resolve the matter. instinct sighed. why am i always the one asked to make the final decision? sometimes these broads can be idiots.

"i'm tired of always fighting with you three. i've told you how i feel about the matter," instinct finallly replied with frustration as she turned and headed back to her chair, "you figure this shit out for yourselves."

she plopped herself into the chair and glared at the others silently.

"why is she so upset?" heart asked the two who were left standing near her.

"because nikki rarely listens to her, that's why," said brain with a smug note to her voice.

"what are you talking about? she's all nikki's been listening to lately! " replied pussy derisively as she tossed a bitter glance in intinct's direction, " it's because of that instinct heffa that i haven't been getting any lately."

"don't get that shit twisted," instinct yelled at them from the corner after overhearing pussy's complaint, "nikki ain't listening to my ass. if she did, she'd have left this cat right after he said what he said."

instinct sighed. she was used to this shit by now and yet everytime it happened her frustration grew. why couldn't nikki get her shit together? why did it seem like every time she was about to listen to instinct she punked out and ended up listening to one of those other broads? why did nikki always have her on call when she never bothered actually adhering to what she said? instinct continued to brood as she sipped on her kool aid, never completely taking her attention off of the conversation nikki was having with dude.

"somebody find courage and have her make nikki ask dude to clarify his statement about eating me," demanded pussy, "cuz if he means what i think he means then i'm with instinct...nikki needs to cut his ass NOW."

instinct snickered. brain bristled. heart gasped.

"when's the last time you've seen courage?," brain asked disdainfully, "that chick has been a fucking ghost lately. most recently i saw her retreating back as she fled the scene right after that movie started. nikki ended up looking like a punk that night. i mean come ON...who's afraid of scooby doo?!?"

"evidently nikki is, thanks to courage's disappearing act," heart answered with a giggle, "i still remember her putting her hands in front of her face when the ghoul was chasing after shaggy."

they all laughed at that.

"i'm sayin," continued pussy as though she hadn't been interrupted, "for once i'd like nikki to consider MY feelings."

brain, instinct, and heart stared at her in disbelief. pussy stared back but remained silent.

"puleeze!" heart exclaimed, "she gives you attention at least once every day!"

"and twice on weekends," added brain.

"yeah," pussy's tone was drowned in sarcasm, "i either get assaulted by a couple of fingers tipped with jagged nails or have my mouth stuffed with an overused rubber dildo. a dildo i might add, that tastes like someone dipped it in shit."

"is nikki sticking 'stroker ace' in her ass now?!?"instincts eyes widened incredulously, "cuz i could have sworn she didn't like that anal mess..."

"desperation stopped through last week," pussy said by way of explanation.

"OHHHHH," the other three responded knowingly.

"either way, you still get better treatment than we do," instinct instigated.

"meanwhile nikki hasn't been in school in MONTHS," brain retorted.

"and she hasn't been in love in YEARS," heart wailed.

"and she hasn't...hold up, why the hell are we fussing with pussy?, instinct muttered with exasperation, "y'all know she selfish. she don't care about anything but her own pleasure."

"...and nikki needs a fucking manicure for REAL," said pussy, ignoring instinct.

brain, instinct, and heart glared at pussy. pussy shrugged.

after rolling her eyes, brain half-heartedly returned her concentration to the conversation nikki was having with dude.

"i'm starting to think perhaps instinct is right," said brain after a thought, "cuz if this brotha had any kind of conversation i'd be too busy to engage in this farce of an argument with you three."

heart sighed. she knew her last chance had been brain. with the three of them against her, she didn't stand a chance.

"stop pouting, heart," instinct said as she put her arm around heart's shoulders, "there will be other chances for nikki to fall in love. i can feel it."

heart began to weep softly. pussy shook her head in disgust.

"you're pathetic, you know that heart?"

"i can't help it," she cried brokenly, "i just want to be in love sooooo bad..."

"and i want a guy with a tongue that knows me better than i know myself," pussy responded with a pinch to her mouth, "but we can't all have what we want, now can we?"

"shut up pussy," instinct barked as she continued to console heart.

"at this point i'm ready to tell nikki to go home and masturbate so she can shut pussy the fuck up," said brain as she scowled at pussy.

"ALRIGHT!" pussy exclaimed, "i'll shut up! i'm tired of her fingers fucking with me!"

brain and instinct exchanged glances. heart stopped weeping. then there was silence. all four began to intently listen to nikki's conversation with dude.

"hold up...did he just say he was a washington redskins fan?!?" asked heart.

"yup," answered brain.

"oh HELL NAH!," yelled heart, "DON'T GIVE HIM THE NUMBER NIKKI!"

even heart has her standards...

[nikki, having heard her heart speak, responds accordingly]

"it was nice talking to you, but i don't think i should give you my number..." said nikki slowly.

"why not?" he asked.

nikki starts to hesitate...

[back inside]

"somebody find courage's ass PLEASE before we end up having to dodge this negro's phone calls for the next month!"

BD's First Annual Readers' Choice Award - reposting with Clarity

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Sharing...

Hey Family,
Just want to share a bit, I have been asked to be a part of ZORA!, the Zora Neale Hurston Festival in her hometown of Eatonville Florida. I am so damn stoked! I love Zora, last year I was there selling my books, but this year I will actually present and represent my work, I am now on tour with the 'Saying No to Others is Saying Yes To You' tour, for young adults. As a mother, mentor and former Job Corps Counselor this feels like heaven to a sister. Sorry if this feels like self-promotion but I needed to share. Because working with young, disenfranchised SISTERS is my ministry...

Love and Blessings,
angelia

My Next Move

I don't want to be here
I hate being here
Just wanna scream, pull out my hair, and run away

Complain and complain
That's all I do
But what am I gonna do about it?
What is my next move?

Love: Q&A

I want to thank Bloggers’ Delight for the invite.

And a very special thank you for featuring the sound track of my life as the musical background on which to cast my words. This blog has the absolute best musical selection and I’ve taken to leaving my browser parked here just so I can relive my life, my youth, my struggle to find myself, and my search for creative freedom. It wasn’t all good, but it was far from all bad. And in the end, I've found the best thing of all: True Love.

Love: Q&A

How does a man like me
Make a woman like you see
Truth in the love I offer freely
Beyond the pleasure I give easily
That satisfies you so completely
Yet leaves you doubting my sincerity
When I tell you you're the only one for me?
Honesty? You knows my history
The broken hearts I tossed aside so carelessly
The failed attempts at matrimony
And let’s not forget the notoriety
That comes from a past of dependency

How do I prove I’ve found my way
That I’m telling you the truth and it’s OK
To trust me to do right day after day
No matter what other people say?
I know they say a player’s gonna play
But I played and lost and had to pay
After learning my lesson the hard way
That a woman’s heart isn’t made of clay
Not something I can break and throw away
So I promise to be yours and never stray
And make a vow to cherish you every day
I’m telling you I’m here to stay, oh-kay

How do I make you feel it’s true
When I whisper in your ear “Baby I love you”
And tell you there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
To make you happy as my boo
And make a life for just us two?
How do I make those words sound new?
Perhaps God’s love provides a clue
For only He could carry me through
By coming to my spiritual rescue
To make me pure as morning dew
And put me on a mountaintop to view
What life can be for me and you.

Peace and Love,

Ali’s Zay

Original poem and photo Copyright © 2008 Xavier Pierre Jr. All rights reserved.

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