I STRONGLY believe that every individual has the right thing to say at the write moment.  And the EXPRESSIONS of all people should have the opportunity to speak what they feel and how they feel. I also believe there is a hidden writer and artist of many calibers that reside within us. Here on this platform I give artist that have a secret "writer" inside of them a chance to breathe and "do them" Read what they feel, and their short stories and awakenings. These EXPRESSIONS are from their hearts!

Just Toy


Good morning
You were on my mind
I know your doing fine
My God wouldn't leave you behind
I just stop by to say...
Hallelujah
He's working out those issue that MIGHT bind
Those problems that creep up from behind
He's heard your calls
But he's moving in his time
No need to worry if you fall
He's quick and swift to lift 
Guarantee you won't stay down long
All He wants you to know is...
His GRACE is sufficient
His MERCY is everlasting
My LOVE for you Toy High
is FOREVER 

By Mizterman
Dedicated to Toy High
2/2/14





It's that time again
Older, wiser, sexier
So what are your plans?
The run way is set
The red carpet has been laid
Walk it, in your ready made skirt
Prada ain't got nothin on you
Brotha's on the sideline saluting you
Mad cause they can't get with you
Bow Wow Wow yippee yo yippee yay
It's your turn to celebrate
We don't need to know your age
All we know is your heading toward fame
Can you see it
Your name in flames
Toy High
Yeah, I've got my ticket
Look at the hater's all in the front
Tryin to figure out why your number #1
Since your no# 1
Don't forget about us little ones
Sprinkle us with your High dust
I'm just tryin to sit at your table
Puff puff
Allow me to serve you
Don't forget us
We our your reader, applauders, the lovers of your work
Today we stand at your gates and we say,
Happy Birthday

Written by Troy Henderson 2012

(FYI mature content-18yrs and older)


Thought We Were Over

Two weeks after walking out of Mr. Slims life, telling him goodbye forever with my eyes, he calls me. What are you doing Beautiful? in response I reply nothing, but why are you calling me? I'm done with you, I'm over you,just then I hear a dial tone. Shrugging my shoulders, shaking my head, out loud saying whatever, he a asshole, he's history, don't know what I saw in him anyway. 
Twenty minutes later I hear a knock at the front  door to my home. I spring out of bed, looking a hot mess. Hair having that just been FUCKED look,  sweat  pants hanging off my deliciously, slim hips and a old holy tee-shirt, barley covering my surgery perfect breast. Thinking it could be the coach bag, shoes belt and hat that I ordered from I Love Coach, to my disappointment I find Mr. Slim standing there, looking lick me from top to bottom, lollipop lushes. 
Flowers in hand, dressed in a cream color Armani linen suite. A black Armani shirt, a cream color tie and black shoes. He's looking deliciously fabulous, like T.V dinner on a lonely Saturday night as I stare into his dark mesmerizing brown eyes and biting my lip looking at his  juicy, bursting with flavor, kissable lips. 
I try to close the door on him, he pushes it open forcing his way in. Mr. Slim I think you should leave I cry out . He not listing too any of my uttered words, he's deaf to what I'm asking of him.Standing, towering over me is this 6"3in 230lbs man that I stand a chance at beating, so I step aside letting him in. He then cups my chin between his index finger and his thumb, tilting my head up to look in his eyes, and says, "Did you really think I would let you walk out of my life?"In my small voice I mummer yes, well!! Beautiful  you were sadly mistaking if those thoughts whisper into your mind. 
Mr. Slim grabs my arm at my elbow dragging me down the hallway that lead to my bedroom. Undressing me with his eyes first, then dares me to stop him when he starts undressing me with his hands. I am small, scared and don't know what to do let alone think other than to obey and be submissive to him. My inner woman says, as she folds her arm, lips poked out mad. "HELL BITCH LOOK WHAT YOU DONE DID TO US NOW".HOW ARE WE GONNA GET OUT IF THIS SHIT? UH TELL ME. He's got my hands handcuffed above my head and to the bed post of my bed, that appeared from beyond my eye site.Turned on and scared at the same time really seems confusing and different, still scared, but I go alone with it too keep from being hurt. 
He then starts peeling off his clothes slowly one garment at a time , folding each item and placing them on the reclining chair in the corner of my room. OH!! SHIT THIS MAN IS ABOUT TO FUCK ME AND I WON'T BE ABLE TO STOP HIM, my inner goodness screams at me. 
 Beautiful,  he warns, look at me, I swallow hard as my heart pounds beating out of my chest, NOW!!  I do as I'm told his voice loud echoing the room. Mr. Slim is undressed leaning over me on his elbows, his weight against me, his breath sweet, his eyes dark, his voice heavy umm !!!! you smell  devine oh!! you have no control over what I will do to you, he says with a devils grin and dark eyes. Oh!! SHIT now I'm really scared just then a tear rolls from the corner of my right eye. Oh!! Beautiful don't cry I could never hurt you, I Iove you. Surprised by my words I say, Mr. Slim you don't love me, you just like FUCKING ME. His lips tighten,  his eyes darken and a frown sweeps his face, even he is surprised by my words. Oh! Beautiful thats where your wrong I do Iove you and I can fuck anyone woman I want,  but it's you I love and make love too. 
Still cuffed to the bed Mr. Slim precedes to show me how much he loves me. Doggie style, on my back, off the edge of the bed, against the wall, on the floor, picking me up as he bounces me on his dick. Riding his dick, reverse cowgirl. Sucking, licking, smacking, tasting, teasing and swallowing. A marathon of his love in the room and  I'm still scared to trust him. Once the sexy session is completed I turn my back on him and uncontrollable tears start to flow because it is I now who loves him and always have since day one of meeting him.  Not aware that my cries are auto-able Mr. Slim turn and holds me tight, his words honest and sincere, he says Beautiful let them flow, let them out, tears cleans your soul and what hurts most. Mr. Slim says in the most loving voice, Beautiful,   I love you and I want you to be happy, but most important, be my wife. 
                          The End. 
The Beautiful One 

  There is never any place like home.. 

SLEEP NOW FOR ME IS A TOUCHY TOPIC. HOW CAN SLEEP BE SUCH A TOUCHY SUBJECT??.........

SLEEP IS FOR …..

ü      THE WOMEN AND MEN WHO TAKE CARE OF CHILDREN, WHILE WORKING AND/OR SCHOOL.

ü       FOR THE COLLEGE STUDENT, UP ALL NIGHT STUDYING.

ü      FOR THE PEOPLE WHO WORK THE DOUBLE SHIFTS OR SPENDING MAJORITY OF THEIR TIME AT WORK

ü      FOR THE ONES WHO SPEND DAYS AND NIGHTS CARING FOR THE SICKLY

ü       FOR FEEDING THE HOMELESS/ SPENDING MANY HOURS HELPING THE HUNGRY, ABUSED, AND HURT. FULLY KNOWING THAT THIS IS COMING FROM THEIR HEARTS. KNOWING THEY WILL NOT GET MONEY IN EXCHANGE

ü      FOR THE ONES WHO HAVE A DREAM, SPENDING THE WEE HOURS MAKING IT COME TRUE. SCRAFICING TIME, MONEY, AND STRENGTH. TO SEE IT COME TRUE.

 

GET THE PICTURE???.........

 

SLEEP IS NOT FOR…..

 

ü      THE LAZY

ü      THE WOMEN AND MEN WHO FEEL THE WORLD OWES THEM

ü      THE SELFISH

ü      PROCRASTINATORS

ü      THE HEARTLESS

ü      THE VAIN

ü      THE ONES WHO DO NOT KNOW THE TRUE MEANING OF “ HARDWORK”

ü      WHO WANT TO SLEEP AWAY THE ISSUE… (DOES THAT WORK…NO)

 

GET THE POINT….

I CANT BE THE ONE LOOKING DOWN AT THE PEOPLE, WHO DO NOT DESERVE SLEEP. I DID NOT DESERVE SLEEP ETHER. UNITL TODAY….. SLEEP IS FOR THE LAZY, WHO GIVE UP ON THEIR DREAMS, THE INDENIAL, WHO HIDE, LESSING THEMSELVES, LOW SELF-ESTEEM. SLEEP IS DEATH. DEATH TO LIVING EVERYDAY, NOT FULLFILLING YOUR DESTINY. DENYING YOURSELF THE RIGHT, TO MAKE A MARK ON THIS EARTH. SLEEP IS NOT DESERVED TO PPL, WHO ARE OR WAS LIKE ME. I DID NOT DESERVE A GOOD NIGHT SLEEP… DID I ACTUALLY DO SOME HARDWORK?? DID I GET A GOAL ACCOMPLISHED? AM I AT WHERE I WANTED TO BE.. NEEDED TO BE?

I SEE PEOPLE WHO, OR WAS LIKE ME. HEY!! PEOPLE CAN TELL YOU WHAT YOU NEED TO DO, BUT HOPEFULLY YOU WILL GET TO YOUR LOWEST AND SAY I CANT DO THIS. I WAS HALF LISTENING TO THE TV AND GETTING READY FOR WORK. I JUST TOLD GOD I HAD ENOUGH…. IM TIRED OF BEING STEPPED ON; MY KINDESS IS WEAKNESS FOR SOME PEOPLE. I JUST START SAYING POSTIVE THINGS TO MYSELF… READY TO TAKE ON THE WORLD, READY TO TAKE ON WORK.             WORK TOLD ME SOMETHING I DIDN’T WANT TO HEAR, LESSING MY HOURS. HOLDING ME BACK FROM A GOAL. I CALLED MY MAMA AND SAID I CANT HOLD MYSELF DOWN, I CANT LESSIN MYSELF. I SHOULDN’T LOWER MY STANDARDS, WITH ALL ASPECTS OF MY LIFE. IT TOOK A LONG TIME, TO SEE MYSELF FOR WHO I AM. WHEN YOU’RE TIRED YOU’RE TIRED…..

I WAS GONNA TAKE THE BUS HOME, BUT I DIDN’T. EVER HEARD OF THE POEM, ABOUT GODS FOOT PRINTS AND HE CARRIES YOU.. SOMETHING AROUND THAT ORDER. LOL I WAS DEEP IN THOUGHT… ABOUT EXPRESSING MYSELF. SO DEEP IN THOUGHT, I DIDN’T REALIZE I WAS HOME. LOL I FELT GOD CARRIED ME ALLLLLLLLLL THE WAY HOME. I IGNORED THE COLD, MY ARM HURTING FROM MY HEAVY PURSE, MY POUNDING HEAD, AND MY FOOT BEING IRRTIATED. HE CARRIED AND MINSTER TO ME, AND TOLD ME WHO AND WHAT SLEEP WAS FOR…….

 

A MIN AND SOME CHANGE FROM THE HOUSE, I LOOK UP AND SEE DARK CLOUDS SURROUNDING THIS BLUE SPOT WITH WHITE CLOUDS ON IT.  I WAS WOWED… AND I FEEL THAT REP’D ME. I GOT ALL THESE BAD THINGS THAT BARE ON ME AND SURROUND ME. BUT GOD AND I ARE THE LIGHT. AND WE PUSH THREW THE DARKNESS. EVERYONE KNOWS, DARK CLOUD DOESN’T LAST. I DECIEDED I WANTED TO WORK FOR MY SLEEP. LOL I WANTED FEEL GOOD ABOUT TAKING ADVANTAGE OF A GOOD NITES REST.

 

PEACE AND BLESSINGS

AMBER. PS HI MAMA, GENNY,

Ode to Michelle, Part One

Ode to Beauty

                How do I know thee?  I will try and count the ways…

                As time proceeds, Michelle Obama continues to be who she is, and speaks her heart.  Often, I have become annoyed with her, as she spoke too much and too frankly; particularly during the race.  Like a graceful dancer however, she sways and spins and maintains rhythm and momentum, exuding  warmth and energy and character and confidence, as she always has. 

                When I first saw her, I was glad that she was smart and strong and full of class.  As she traveled the campaign trail however, I was beginning to wonder if she were selfish.  I thought maybe her brass, candid words and thoughts sometimes tainted the entire mission, and she kept talking and talking and scaring America away.  I thought she was one of these sisters who can never stop talking.

                My sisters have historically had to be twice as smart and industrious and strong-willed to make it.  But now?  Maybe save some of your notions for later.  Your internal defense mechanism is surfacing in the wrong ways and at the wrong time. 

                And when my reproachful thoughts channeled and sailed, she shifted the winds and momentum toward the end of the course, like a Shakespearean sonnet.  I researched and reviewed her thoughts in their entirety, in proper and full context, and gained new appreciation and suspicion for context.  It became an even more formidable enemy, in its power and elusiveness and malice; and it became a vindicator and a beacon and haven for truth.  Right wing context is what tried to deny us of her genuine, human soul.  Complete and accurate context is what redeems her.

                Michelle, your rich words are immersed in passion and thought, but are sometimes engulfed and stolen - swiftly carried away into a large and indifferent ocean.  Every word you say, you meant it.  Every word is a tear.  A drop of blood.  Your pride, your fervor and conviction – and your self will not allow you to be who you are not.  What you say is driven by truthfulness and need to say it; and not by ambition or agenda, attention or recognition.  Your experience and life and your heart will not let you  tell it another way.  As you expressed to us, you wear your heart on your sleeve.  You love and respect and value people enough to give them truth.

                You are two pillars: one of strength and resilience and one of wisdom and vision.  You withstand, you support and endure, with no cumbersome foes.  You encompass the struggle, the character, the will, the desire, the genteel beauty, and at this moment in history, you embody the triumph of the African American woman.  The First lady.  You are a wealthy diamond that emerges and shines immensely.  You are unique.

                You are common.

                You are like my mother.  Just like my aunt.  And you remind me of my grandmother.

Jules Lang

 

selfish

 

 How did we get here? Me standing above you as you
glow below. Skin fresh like a newborn.
You swore you would love me for life.
Told me I was the start of your anewed sense of self.
Wanted to live to take care of me. 
We breathed in the same beat and I ate what you did.
Our blood was one and now we are here.
Cold dark room with me still stuck inside of you.
Can't even say what I am cuz you decided we were through.
A month into our shared existance you decided to take this trip
this odd that made our end.
For some the ultimate sin you commited.
Said no to abortion but now life is for neither one of us.
You thrust the blade into our veins.
We screamed and I think I got light head first.
And We laid on the cold tiled floor.
Like we are nothing.
But just the other day you praised me coming!
Even picked out names ...
We were going to be a family!
You me and..... is that the issue?
The departure of daddy made the departure of us?
You torched your soul because the look of me and him
may have been too much.
So the pills you ingest to kill the pain from the thrust in our gut.
This pain feels wrong... these tears feel fake....
But you killed us when you selfishly couldn't figure things for self.
You selfishly ended my beginning ...
Im seeing bright lights... I feel myself being pulled toward this light.
And yours goes dim. As the sin then begins to darken your skin.
Momma don't leave me... please take my hand
and I'll be your angel I promise I will never leave you.
Momma you are going to far away from me...
I can't see the face that smiled and rubbed me.
Momma why cant we be happy ?
Why have you taken our lifes cuz you felt we wouldn't be able to deal.
My laugh you wont hear. My name you'll never know.
The world will never hurt me.
Love I will never feel not even from you cuz you ended our possiblity.
Another selfish suicide but I your growing child was inside....
dedicated to a dear friend....
R.I.P.

 Sick to my stomach about to vomit the emotions you envoked.
Choked up on a piece of peace and understanding.
Passing the basic trainning but still aching for the liberty to be free..
Captivating to be me it seems.
However only these lines tell of dreams while i spend reality wondering.
Pondering on the possibility of making something from this raw nothing.

The function of me many. But the demand not as big as some have been assuming.
Using the muses to figure out who it is that I am truly.
See so much of myself in others that Im not sure of who I am truly.
I, mixture of moisture that never leaves my eyes.
Possibly the side effects of hunger during an all you can eat buffet.
I am the mirage that you run to and when you get here I disappear.
Afraid to hear what I am so I constantly read the books of others.
Making it seem that I am the human divinity that they seek.
Yet Im as meek as a blind man who has never seen light peak.

My legs tremble at the thought of moving on into new deminsions.
Hard to be one sided with all the voices and the choices that they want.
I am hard up and too soft for reasoning.
Ive seasoned my life into the portrait that you see.
I've dreamt of my insanity and now it roams freely with me.
Shadows i thought could harm me until i realized it was I who made them.

Those lost from the ark I save but when the voice harkens to me
I behave indifferent. Can't take what's being said cuz there are reasons for my madness.
And until I can change the past i will be stuck. And since I cant change the past I
guess I will give up.
Since life moves on and I am not God to be the same everyday then I pray I get a teaspoon of wisdom.

Maybe...we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.  When the door of happiness closes, another opens. But often, we look so long at the closed door that we don't even see the new one that has been opened for us.

It is true that we don't know what we have until we lose it, so could it also be true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.  The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes their way.

Is it that bright futures will always be based on a forgotten past? Or the fact that you can't go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches? You have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and visit all the places you’ve wanted to go.  A place where today does not have to be a void - make the choice.  Go to the place where you can see...go to Beautiful.

There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real to show them you appreciate them more.  The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

Giving someone all your love is never guaranteed they’ll give you love back. Don't expect it; just wait for it to grow in their heart. If it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. Happiness waits for all those who have cried, been hurt, searched, and tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of those who have touched their lives.  

Looks aren’t important; they can deceive...wealth can fade that. What about falling for someone who makes you smile because a smile is all it takes? Has your heart ever smiled this way?  Look towards enough happiness to make you sweet, adequate trials to make you strong, and vigilance to keep you human.

Maybe . . . I’m sending this message to someone who means something to me. To someone who has touched my life.  To someone who can and does make me smile, with just a thought.  To someone who makes me see the brighter side of things when I’m really down... and to someone who I want to know that I appreciate them and their friendship.  And if you don't feel the same...it’s okay.  Nothing bad will happen to you. You will just miss out on the opportunity to brighten my day.

 

Michelle Dobson

THE ESSENCE OF TOY

 

 Let me began by saying I will attempt to capitalize on the essence of this remarkable women. I quote, “ATTEMPT”

When we meet people for the very first time, we tend to gravitate toward familiar territory. Something eye catching, something in their speech, their attitude, the way they handle difficult situation. We can’t forget about their spirituality, we hope that they are walking with the Master.
This young lady is a blessing. She has been through some hard times, I’m talking about times that would blow your mind but to look at her you would never know. You’ve heard that ole saying, “Rough side of the mountain” Well, trust and believe she was climbing it with no safety gear. The bible teaches us, that even though we walk through the valley of death, we SHOULD fear no evil. Go to Psalm 23:4, if ya ain’t got nuttin ta do. Now when you ask Toy to describe her, she will come up with several adjetives but those, to me describe her writing capabilities. It’s hard to evaluate ones self, for the person that ask that question, most of the time your saying things to please them. Now days, the ordinary just won’t do. There is something about her, that one can’t explain, some call it, substance, some call it, “IT” Well, whatever IT is, Ms High has obtain her fair share of it, press down, shaken about, she has rolled herself in IT. We all have to tap into our inner self and pull out the good and the bad. Don’t get it twisted, there are some dysfunctions, I have to call it like I see it, but the dysfunctions can’t be left out for in doing so, you miss out on the entire women. God made us complete and perfect in every way. He didn’t leave out anything; imagine that if you will; we both were made in His image. How perfect can one be?

Where did here essence come from? I have to stand up on that one, why? It’s not really important. All that matters is she has it and others love and hate her for it. That’s cool because the essence of Toy is a beacon of light that will continue to shine, even in the mist. She learned that from her Heavenly Father, who instilled it in her earthly parents. She stands tall and firm on her beliefs, juts like that tree that’s planted by the water. She knows that in this walk life is not going to be perfect, the Lord told us that a long time ago. He also told us, that I will NEVER forsake or leave you. That sustains her in her daily walk. Her essence is her compassion; she will tell you, that she loves hard. I don’t know what that means but if you talk to Toy, she will be able to break that all down for you. The essence of Toy is to tell it like it T. I. S, some can handle the truth, some can’t, so I advise you not to get upset, don’t be dismay, deal with it.

What is this beauty that God has shined on you, that gets men HIGH and women envious. Don’t get lost in your assumptions. I’m talking about people wanting a piece, a sample.

What possessed you to step out on faith, walk into righteousness?’ and witness, the compassion of your Father. You are blessed. Do you know how much? I think you’re moving in the right direction.

Question: To the ones that read this….Do you remember the blow pop? It had a hard candy shell but the center of it's essence is in the inside, all chewy. That’s Toy, hard on the outside but soft and chewable. So, I say to society, take a mouth full, get you some lick in but wait, once you get a sample of what Toy High is all about you might want to chew her for a long time.

PS
I know her as a lover of men and women. She has wrapped her arms around me and I have learned from her. She is truly a friend. A firm foundation, if you get close enough you will see.

God Bless

TROY HENDERSON

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TOY FROM TROY HENDERSON

 

 Dec 20,

Santa bust on the scene,

with a bag full of goodies for all the little kiddies

A bike for Mike cause he likes to ride, at night

A doll for Jane cause she's the youngest of the gang

A knife set for Paul, he's into martial arts.

Watch out he'll cut off your balls

Billy wanted a record player

I tell ya'll Bill is way out there

The list goes on…..

Now Santa was dashing to and fro,

Rushing down spreading love, you know

His time was running out he had one mo to go

He yelled, come on you damn rain deer,

Move your asses or you're out of a job, next year

The raid deer talked amongst themselves and thought,

I'm not tryin to be stuffed in his trunk or dinner on his plate

So off went Dasher, Cupid and Vixen, Comet and Donner,

Prancer and Blitzen.

Last but not least, Dancer who was still half sleep.

Seems he had a hang over with some damn sheep.

Don't even think about Rudolph, hell his nose wouldn't even beep

Now there just above the house.

The sun is almost out.

Santa knew he had to move quick as a mouse

He slipped his fat ass down that chimney with only moments to spare

There stood this little girl, waiting right by the stairs.

Santa being quick wit said, "hey there little girl, whatcha doing right there"?

I was told to drop off this gift for you but you have to promise not to tell people about me.

The little girl said, "Man ain't nobody gone believe me, if I do.

You're a white man, playin another man, described as the man in a red suit.

Who's coming to the hood dropping off can goods.

She wasn't your average little girl from the hood

She could con you, oh she was that good.

So she told Santa, this is all I want

Are you paying attention? A cd from Erykah Badu.

Annie don't wear no panties, with that thought in mind

Santa scratched his behind, reached into his bag, that he had stashed and pulled out that cd that she asked

The little girl ran and jumped on Santa's knee.

Kissed him on the cheek, reach in his pocket and stole his wallet.

PS.

  The moral of this story is all though it's cute. Never keep your wallet in a red suit

Dedicated to my girl Toy, Happy Birthday

 

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 SUMTHIN FOR THE MENTAL

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i build mountains
i engraved Egyptian cities.
i've accomplish your petty feats.
yet here i hang....
my crown low. .. my self esteems high.
cuz finally you realize whom it is you crucified.
no i am not Christ.
i am Gen.
And i have played the games of the independent
as well as the co-dependent.
i have played the ignorant.
and the blissful tryrant.
yet you still see me as lower case i.
and because of school we've been thought to capitalize
get critized if you dotted the i instend of cross it two times.
so i decided to keep my halo and come off my two crosses.
The rare reality is Chirst only needed one yet we put ourselves before the Creator
quick to capitalize but never give thanks to the one in which allows you to breathe.
i'm not the average renissance not your typical day in the park
i spark that shit and there is not much perfection about me
however if God doesn't doubt me .. how can you?
If constantly He's blessing me....
why should i care about the things you spew?
quick to prick the sticks from my eyes but never do you chastise self.
Put it on the Savior to keep you with help.
See He helps those whom help themselves.
Humph... is the faith that deep?
Has the bonds of religion made you so screw brain
you can't maintain the understanding that HE IS IN YOU.
Fools frolic to the favors of decievers ...
but turn their backs on "special intrest" groups.
im sick of this same old food of fundementalism... or Democracy if you please.
My knee wont bow to a president so why did you?
i still see flesh and blood...clay just like me.
so can i be a super hero?
It's fucked up that the government had to dumb up and get some color
and an ignorant white women to decieve
push the stereotypes right back around on them.
Caught up in the presidental race... cuz race has played a big hand.
side bar ... when the fuck is Osama Bin Laden.. just askin'?
i have climb mountains...
i have built pyramids...
i have given you knowledge.. but you don't par-take of it.
Only the free before 10 shit.
And the next day 10 percent to ya pastor...
10 hours for ya boss...
smoke 10 joints and 1 blunt.
7 years bad luck
7 years of tribulation....
i digress......

GENEOSOUL

 

BETTER WITH TIME

Thrills and adrenaline...
standing on this stage of induction.
my thoughts bubbling.. will I fuck up .. will I live up...
Death threats stand in each corner of my eyes.
Blinded to the hatred... and still I rise.

A surprise to the masses. Yet a known fact to the majories.
I'm a threat.
I am the brain they tried to pick and break.
And not one should have made it this far.
I am not of my surroundings.
I am greater than...
And finally I am king of this land that I helped built.
That I plotted... picked... and bled on...
My chin cannot help but push itself out in esteems.
I am the true champion ..
The superman you read about but didn't believe exist.
I conquered more than just an election
I conquered every Jim Crow law. ...every colored only sign.
Every denial to read and write...
I've made the blind to see it's okay to change your veiw of things.
I've conquered the Willie Lynch ... the ropes and burned crosses.
It's not the time to show hatred towards those that gave unto us.
But yet show our true kingship and queenship.
To walk with exalted heads.
Not needing "nigga" to express to a brotha what we're talkin about.
Strong during the journey... strong during the season ...
during the plowing of the fields to the gathering of crops.. to the tops of mountains.
To the bells of freedom that finally ring.
Liberated from the cast iron fist.
And the dream comes true and now you....
Don't have to sit shackeld afraid to move.
You can no longer blame the skin game....
Move on.....

GENEOSOUL

 The Writer's Prayer
Open my mind, Lord. Grant me the talent to write with clarity and style, so my words go down rich and smooth, like fine wine, and leave my reader thirsty for more.
Open my heart, Lord. Grant me the sensitivity to understand my characters--their hopes, their wants, their dreams--and help me to confer that empathy to my reader.
Open my soul, Lord, so I may be a channel to wisdom and creativity from beyond my Self. Stroke my imagination with vivid imagery and vibrant perception.
But most of all, Lord, help me to know the Truth, so my fiction is more honest than actuality and reaches the depths of my reader's soul.
Wrap these gifts with opportunity, perseverance, and the strength to resist those who insist it can't be done.
Amen

Darryl

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