Death

A path of sorrow a journey of pain that we live to embrace each and every day.

Things of the past which narrow to our future make me sometimes wonder if we might live and see further.

A destiny beyond no other here I am in a slumber screaming and yelling I don’t want to go under.

Death is not easy,

Nor is it fun,

But when it does come,

We all have to go one by one.

--by LKJ

A Quest Called Love

Love is unfaithful

Love is untrue

Love is blind

And love is timed.

True is lust

But hope is true

But when the tables turn,

It’s hard to learn

To pick up the pieces

And continue a journey

For a quest called love.

--Anonymous

Love Is

Who knows what love really is?

How do you know

When you have found love?

When you find out,

Let me know!

---William ‘n Fatisha

Tell Me

Tell me

Can’t you tell me why I’m black

Tell me why my skin is so dark

With them dark roots on my hair

And thick in the waist

Can you tell me?

Tell me why America is still racist.

I can’t walk to the corner store without negativity on my back

Can you tell me?

You think you know so much

Tell me how to spell my name,

How to talk,

How to dress,

Just tell me.

Confused & messed with,

I just want someone to SPEAK UP.

--Shonda

My Roots

I’m a strong black woman that

Comes from a strong black past.

It seems like that heat of the day

Makes the work go fast.

I can hear the master’s strong crack

Of the whip, just as I bend down

To grab the cotton from its tip.

I can feel the bruise as

The whip eases away,

Then I begin to think about the future

And how my descendants

Will make him pay.

No, it won’t be the same enslavement

That we go through,

But he’ll be surprised by the harsh struggles and heartaches that he will do.

I know that as I stumble

Through these fields,

I make a better way for my baby.

I know that one day my kind will

Mingle with those who hair is wavy.

It makes me sick that I have to get up at the crack of dawn and then do as he says

Because I’m just someone else’s pawn.

I know that my God hears my cries and sees my tears.

That’s why when I see the whip come out, I have nothing to fear.

You see, I know my roots and

Where I was made

Because it has been put into my head

Every since I was Kristen’s age.

You can hear it when I speak

And even out of the mout of babes,

My roots run deep and my soul is cold,

It’s the image of God

And his people I hold.

I mean, I can truly see myself, and I’m like Martin because I too have a dream

That one day I’ll marry

A beautiful black man that resembles

A king.

How do I know about my roots,

You may ask?

I know because I too felt the whip

Every time one of my ancestors

Was thrashed.

--Southern Coffee

The Night

I live a life of fear and deception

A life of screams and pain

The night haunts me

As if I have done it wrong.

Beating and touching me in places

I hide from those.

Those animals of the night and dream destroyers.

Those that dare not to speak

And the night still hassels me

In my house and in my sleep.

The night decaying all that I have loved.

Grasping away my essential being and never knowing why

The night hand hits me as if I am not alive.

Taking away me attire along with my life.

The smell of sourness enfolds around my face.

Sickens my stomach and my head.

Emotions violated and abused like an orphaned child.

Knowing that this is not the last

I will see of the night.

--Nikki Wilder

Silently

I creep into your room

Without a peep

Watching you lie there

Naked and sound asleep

I lick my lips

Telling myself, why aren’t you mine?

Chocolate skin so fine

So I silently creep past your bed,

Into the shower,

Preparing myself to smell like beautiful roses and sunflowers,

I see you stirring in your sleep,

You must smell the scent on me,

I tiptoe towards you,

Not making a sound,

Slip in the bed,

And put the nightlight out,

Rub on your back,

And kiss on your neck.

You moan in delight

And get ready for sex,

But when you turn around

Willing and ready,

I’m asleep in your spot,

Silently grinning.

--Nikki Wilder

Devoted

We say we stand for our country

Within good times and bad,

We say what has happened,

We feel awfully sad,

But we all know

These words have no truth

Because we as Americans

This is what we do:

Some rob and steal from their neighbors,

Some kill and lie to others,

Some run in the time of need,

Some Americans we are indeed,

How could Americans watch fellow Americans bleed to death?

Without a word or

Even considering to help?

How could we watch someone in pain

Standing in amazement as if it were a game?

Some Americans we are,

Whip de do,

Some America I am,

I’m glad that’s not what I do.

--Nikki Wilder

Time (2)

Throughout time, I’ve been gifted to change

The thoughts in my mind.

Not even my style is the same,

But some things never change,

Like the greed of others,

The stubbornness of family,

Or the rejection from our mothers.

My little sister will grow old

As well as I,

But time will not spoil

The love in our eyes,

But time will try

To break us apart.

It already has taken many

And corrupted their hearts.

Time will teach me

How to hold my own,

Keep my head up,

And learn I’m not alone.

Time will also not repair

The actions of others

Who do not change

Or repair the loss

From something taken away.

Time also will not mend

A mother and daughter’s extreme dislike

Because time was that instigator

In their fight.

--Nikki Wilder

America

O say can ye see,

Through the dusk’s gloomy twilight

What we proudly so hailed

At the dawn’s last gleaming?

Whose bright stars and broad stripes

Through the bloody war on terror,

O’er the oceans

Were so gallantly falling?

And the twin towers’ red glare,

Crumbling in thin air

Gave proof through the night

That our flag was

Not there.

O say does that star spangled banner

Yet threateningly wave,

O’er the land of the timid,

And the home of those

Who are supposed to be brave?

It was sung long ago

”Then conquer we must“

But now I’m not sure

If it is in God

Or in the almighty dollar

We must trust.

--Dr. Comprone