3.

Should I offer but a smile
Please don’t be disappointed
So many give
a lot less.

2.

I speak
because I know my needs
I speak with hesitation
because I know not yours
my words
come from my life’s experiences
your understanding comes from yours

Because of this
what I say
and what you hear
may not be the same

So if you listen carefully
but not with your ears
to what I say
but not with my tongue

Maybe somehow
we can communicate

1.

Walk gently through the pages of this book
For here you will find many well worn paths
and some may even bear your footprints. If you
should find a particularly familiar path, do not
hesitate to pause long enough to say,
“I’ve been here before.”

Hope

I stand at the threshold of my mind

I look foward and see nothingness

I look into my heart and see hope.

Reason..

Am taking it easy
In the ride of my life
I have realized am very minute
In the grand scale of things
The last vestiges of my will
Keep me living day by day
In spite of the glaring fact
That am not immortal
After all, my time shall come to pass

For 20 years
I have trudged on and on
My soul is weary
My heart is broken
My body is bruised
My faith is gone
My abilities are dimmed
My perspective is skewed
My mind is in turmoil
Yet day by day
I still breathe in and out

The reason for living
Eludes me sometimes
Looking around me
I see those who peg their hopes on me
I see those who in me have great expectations
I see those to whom I bring joy
I see those to whom I bring pride
And I decide to go on living
Just for them
That they too may find a reason to live

A borrowed poem..

Lord, why did you make me black?

Why did you make someone the world would hold back?
Black is the color of dirty clothes, of grimy hands and feet….
Black is the color of darkness, of tired beaten streets….
Why did you give me thick lips, a broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did you create someone who receives the hated stare?
Black is the color of the bruised eye when someone gets hurt….
Black is the color of darkness, black is the color of dirt.
Why is my bone structure so thick, my hips and cheeks so high?
Why are my eyes brown, and not the color of the sky?
Why do people think am useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do people see my skin and think I should be abused?
Lord, I just don’t understand….
What is it about my skin?

(God’s reply) Why I made you black..

I made you in the color of coal from which beautiful diamonds are formed…
I made you in the color of oil, the black gold, which keeps people warm.
Your color is the same as the rich dark soil that grows the food you need….
Your color is the same as the black stallion and panther,
Oh, what majestic creatures indeed!
All colors of the heavenly rainbow can be found throughout every nation……
When all these colors are blended,
You become my greatest Creation!
Your hair is the texture of lamb’s wool;
such a gentle creature is he…
I am the shepherd who watches over them,
I WILL always watch over thee!
You are the color of midnight sky;
I put star glitter in your eyes….
There is a beautiful smile hidden beneath your pain…
That is why your cheeks are so high!
You are the color of dark clouds from the hurricanes I create in September….
I made your lips so full and thick;
So when you kiss,, they will remember!
Your stature is strong,
your bone structure thick to withstand the burden of time…
The reflection in the mirror,
That image is that looks back is MINE!
So get off your knees,
Look in the mirror and tell Me what you see,
I didn’t make you in the image of darkness…
I made you in the image of ME.

P.S.

I found this somewhere..I did not actually write it.

Coulda woulda

Why do we have to tread this path

This path where I am reduced to tears?

Do you really care that we are apart

Or that you confirmed my worst fears?

I could have given you my heart

It would have cost me my pride

Am sure it would not have hurt

For you to let go and in me confide

All am left with is bitterness

I regret every bit I gave in

Because your heart is like a wilderness

Nothing grows, only pain.

How can we be lovers?

How can we be lovers
When we’ve been friends?

How can we be lovers
When we are afraid
Of what tomorrow holds?

How can we be lovers
When we are afraid
Of letting go of past
Loves and mistakes?

How can we be lovers
When we are afraid to love?

THIS LIFE

Just who is in control?
Is the question I ask myself everyday;
Your mind, your body, your spirit,
Which do you think?

Your friends, your family;
Who controls your life?
Your family, your friends;
Who do you work for?
What’s your purpose?
What’s your goal?
What is it that you want in life?
Why do you wake up everyday?

Just who is in control of your life?

CONFUSION

In my head is where it all is
Why can’t the real me stand up
I don not have to do all this
What do I have to do?

The madness of the head
The vanity of the heart
The pride of the self
The impurity of the thoughts
The wickedness of it all
I just want to be free
I just want to be myself

Time to shut up
Time to wake up
Time to take charge
It’s my life now
Time to read
Time to study
Time to wake up and see reality
It’s my life now or never.