Every Girl Should Feel Like ‘That Girl’

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Quiet Storm

Your voice
Is sweet thunder sent from heaven

You send
Streaking electricity
The entire length of my spine
As brilliant as lightning bolts

Your song
Whispers like the wind does
It is
A hypnotic
And
Gentle with its embrace

Like
The clouds filled with its moisture,
Your heart
And your passion,
Are just that full with love

As all life waits
For its nourishment to fall,
I wait
For you to precipitate

Baby,
Rain on me

We Rise

While looking to the sky

Yesterday,

We let baloons fly at Belle Isle Park

Symbolizing your new freedom…

We embraced each other

Wiped our teary eyes

Held hands in Prayer

Asking God

To welcome you into His Kingdom…

Although not exactly positive of

His reasons

In Faith we all must continue to

Believe Him

In obedience,

Continue trying to please Him…

You will never be far from us

When we sit and think back to where we originated,

We know it wasn’t by chance how you became

Part of us

Detroit’s Bates Academy wasn’t only a place for

The intellectually,

Artistically  and

Musically

Gifted and Talented children

It was a learning atmosphere

With a greenhouse effect instilled in

We were seeds

And you…

You were our nurturers

You fed us knowledge

You fed us inspiration

You fed us love

Filled our hearts with your same steadfast dedication

You helped us develop the roots for the trees

We perceive as being our lives…

You believed in us

Before we believed in us

Kept feeding us and breeding us

Until we believed in us…

Healthy we became

Enabling us to be

Omniferous,

Fruitful in the world’s eyes

Collectively and individually

We thank you

Because of you,

We rise!

***I was going through some of my things and found this poem that I originally wrote in 2001 following the loss of two of the best and strongest women/teachers/mentors/role models that I have ever met.  Too many times as clay, we forget how we were shaped.  This is for them, in remembrance.

Dream Girl?

I was asked, “if you had a dream girl, what would she be like?”

That question at first glance seems like a tall order to answer, however, as I have gotten older, I have come to know myself pretty well.  It took a while but I am in touch with what is important to me and what isn’t.  At times previously, I have ignored, like it was a bad thing that at the core, I am a thinker…  Thinkers and creative types need the proper complement…

So my Dream Girl would be as Alicia is, but to the Keys of my mental piano…

Alicia Keys – No One

Amazing Grace

I am not Amazing

I am not Amazing

I don’t claim to be Amazing

Amazing I am not

I have but a gleam of Amazing

I’ve seen things Amazing

I believe in Amazing

Amazing I am not

Once before,

I thought I was amazing

Until I talked with Amazing

Shown I was created with an Amazing hand

AGAIN…

Once before,

I thought I was amazing

Then my walk became Amazing

And

Amazing “Footprints” were seen left in the sand

I am not Amazing

I am not Amazing

I don’t claim to be Amazing

Amazing I am not

However,

I have met 3 kindred spirits of an Amazing place…

Goodness is Amazing

Mercy is Amazing

But

Especially Amazing

Is Grace

AILMENT

Thoughts of you are so painful to me

They are causing debilitating headaches

And my nose to bleed

As if I had suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury

From not wearing a seatbelt and experiencing the force felt

Of being in a collision with

A Detroit city bus (16 Dexter)

You are like this discomforting feeling…

A misplaced vertebrae in my spine

Constantly reminding me

Is the pain that is shot from my behind

Into the core of my mind

Framed to be somethin’ I ain’t no more

Physically,

No longer am I inclined

To dunk from the dotted arc

Or shoot from 3 point lines…

Before you grabbed ahold of me

I used to be able to leap into new heights

Fly high like childhood kites at the beach

Bitch!

Why you tryin’ to ground me!?

Pulling me down

Puppeting me around

Tugging at my strings

You’re inhibiting me

Like a lingering ACL injury

Leaving me wondering

Will I ever be what I used to be

Cutting into me painfully

Like reconstructive surgery

Succeeded in damaging the last of the vast nerves in me

Recently it has occurred to me

You are nothing but an ailment

I’ve got to let you go

This shit is hurting me

The Appointment (16 DEXTER)

It was January 13th, 1997 when

You made me acknowledge You

We met for the first time

Face to face

You sent a city bus for me,

Detroit’s route 16

Better known as,

The Dexter

You wouldn’t have me be late for our appointment…

At first I thought,

“This must be a mistake…”

That I lay there in such pain

With my mouth bleeding

And my face planted into the steering wheel

Of my 1982 Chrysler

In half of an instant,

My world came to a screeching halt

Mangled by the impact of steel crushing steel

My car was twisted like a pretzel

I’d never been hit like this before

I should have had my seatbelt on

But would it matter?

My vertebrae became misplaced in my spine

Will need physical therapy

There goes basketball and my dreams of becoming a pro…

Suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury

Will need neuro and occupational therapy too…

“What’s your name?”

I was asked

I couldn’t remember…

Only the first two letters came to mind

Where am I?

This intense light is hurting my eyes…

I stood before You and heard Your voice

Listening to what I did not yet know were my new instructions

After the light that flashed before me had fizzled

I began regaining conciousness…

I realized I was still alive

Amnesia had started to set in though

I heard someone on the phone say,

“There has been a bad accident on

Woodward at Grand River”

Looking at what my car used to be

A ball of confusion surrounds me

What just happened to me?

Why did this happen to me?

After 4 years I knew Your lesson…

You passed it on through Pastor Marvin Winans

At Perfecting Church…

“When you’re not on the path that He sees fit, God has the ability to break you down beyond human understanding and, like with clay, shape you into what He wants you to be.”

That day in January,

The day I used to look back on and say,

This is the day I lost everything…

On that day,

I now realize

Is when You made me the mighty man I am today

I like to…

I like to let my imagination & creativity wrestle with words…

Describe how I’m feeling with adjectives, while actions are shown with my verbs… 

Sleepwalkers

Too many Sleepwalkers…

Without dreams or productive activity in their heads…

Like zombies,

Back and forth mindlessly

They often trance

Only looking to feed carnal desires

Easily could be considered

The Walking Dead…

No purpose in life,

Or direction…

No future in sight

Projected only toward their simplest and nearest affections

Infection has run rampant

Leaving the rest of society’s conscious minds feeling dejected

Wondering if hope can be kept alive

Restore their civilized lives

And not be a once realized,

But now,

Futile perception

Because there are too many Sleepwalkers

Without dreams or productive activity in their heads

Only looking to feed carnal desires

Society is being overrun with The Walking Dead

Authentelli-Gent

AUTHENTIC

Who are you?  Do you know?  Do your friends know?  What mask did you wear today? What persona did you initiate?  What person did you imitate?  Do people know your character or do they know you for your caricature?  Do you even recognize yourself in the mirror?

The world has become so superficial that no one knows when someone is actually being super official.  I feel like I’m living in opposite world… In this place, real equals fake and the definition for common sense needs to be rearranged.  Authenticity has recently been taking a back seat to what seems to be halloween on repeat.  Maybe it all began when people started to believe that Reality TV is actually reality.  I am the type of person who prides himself on being, exactly that, himself.  In doing that, I am someone that no one else can be.  To know that and to know me is to understand me.  I’d rather strive to be the example that hasn’t been set, instead of a mere carbon copy of mediocrity.  They say, “actions speak louder than words.” I’m a firm believer of that but, know this, my words are a component of my actions’ GPS.

INTELLIGENT

Intelligence is such an underrated quality. In my opinion, intelligence is sexy.  A lot of people don’t realize that or don’t care to notice.  There are some that try and hide their intelligence, like it’s a bad thing to be knowledgeable.  Or maybe because it’s considered not cool or against the status quo.  I don’t know.  I do know what I like, though.

There is nothing like an intelligent woman.  Nothing like her… I’m of a different kind, Sui Generis, if you will… For me, real attraction is non-existent if I’m not attracted to her mind.  Physical attraction only goes so far.  Speaking of which, if you have a lady and you tell her, “I love you with all my heart,” stop it.  Tell her, “I love you with my mind”

Hearts can be transplanted…brains can’t be replaced…

GENTLEMAN

Chivalry isn’t dead but has suffered major health complications…Has been hospitalized for too long, while clinging to life, breathing only with the help of a respirator.  Chivalry, an ally of The Gentleman, has become an endangered species as The Gentleman has and is in dire need of emergency conservation  and preservation efforts.  It would be such a shame to continue to allow the weak man reign.  Leaving the women, excuse me, I mean, The Ladies who love us and cherish us to settle, become flustered and suffer is not acceptable.

CHIVALRY needs you:

Find that inner Gentleman inside of you and put a defibrillator to his chest and resuscitate him before we’re all lost and can only be found on display in museums…

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