That Damn Don Julio Made Me A Fool for You

I just watched a YouTuber who said on her recent video “That damn Don Julio made me a fool for you.” I couldn’t wait to elaborate and speak on this topic because that statement was so real. And I could relate 100%.

I feel as a woman we let man get the most for doing the least. What do I mean by doing the least…..buying us a drink, giving minimum attention, wack bedroom activities, and small purchases. I’ve seen some women get so worked up for a guy that ain’t never do ish for them but give wack ****. And they end up as a broke busted single mom. Their lives begins to crumble meanwhile that dude is moving on to the next chic. Yeah, this post is not going to be sugarcoated and sweet it’s going to be straight raw. I’m just so tired of seeing the same things going on, and women being foolish to these dusty males.

I feel “us” women need to start putting our foot 🦶 down and demanding respect. That starts with getting your confidence levels up and avoiding these grown boys. My mom once told me that one of her friends use to put her bills on her fridge. And when a guy would try to date her she would ask them “which bill are you going to pay?” sounds like a woman who knew her time was worth something. And I’m not saying everything revolves around money either. I’m saying that is what worked for her….everybody’s something is going to be a little different. Like Denzel Washington’s wife made him propose multiple times because he didn’t do it right. Another business owner I met said his wife told him before they were married if he wanted to continue talking to her, he had to get her car out the shop. He told me he did and they have been inseparable. He said he would pick his wife over his mom and kids. Those are just some examples of women who knew their worth. 

Now, don’t get me wrong we will all go through our Don Julio fool stages. However, it’s about moving on to bigger and better things. Not allowing yourself to get there ever again. It’s a battle of not letting the small things excite you. Especially, when you know you got that designer 🐱 (S/O to Summer Walker). All I am saying is put the highest value on yourself, and it’s levels to it. You are the only one who can determine your level. You should be a woman of worth command what you want….a 💍, a commitment, bills paid, what is it? Let’s stop following for the games it’s about to be 2022. Let the dusty ones go and level up, it’s time sis! 

~Rescue You~

Dedicated to all the Black men that are positive influences. Happy Black history month.

  To you with the chestnut smile

sun rays kiss you  in the morning

and I can smell your reflection vividly

upon those pearly white teeth of yours

 

There is no need to rescue you

you aren't in trouble

polaroid cameras were created for you

fastest way to duplicate your

immaculate image

your arms are like grape vines

covering me with your strong sense of masculinity

 

You must be a personal trainer

or perhaps a butcher

abs more cut up than meat at a market

Webster can't even define

your body's definition

 

See...you don't need to be rescued

if you were a cigarette

I would smoke the whole pack

if you're a bottle of alcohol

I would surely drink to that

if I could control the waves in the ocean

I would demand them to form your name

 

When you're around

all I see is those beautiful brown eyes

oh those eyes they tell a story

your story

you're a master

a leader in every form

a general in the army

front line warrior

ready for battle

you're unique

you're strong

you're my soldier

 

Your history is told through the braille

upon your backs

your ancestors were no were near weak

you don't need to be rescued
they need to be rescued

your oppressor needs to suppress his mind

fall down to his knees

and beg for forgiveness a thousand times

 

You're a king

You're loved

You're a Black Man

we need you

Only you can change the world

 

 

~Housekeeping~

Trails of lust
spark the piercing eye of a loner
solitary cards shuffle around in throat
falls over and bums fist with sin and
develops friendship in the process

Until postpartum crawls into existence
creating connect-the-dot hickeys upon necks
blazing a furnace of firing flames
that secrets can't contain
minds can't erase the moments

The memories
the feelings
the song
you both sung
a song so sweet
drip drops rain from heaven
in the shape of her v

Band-aids weren't intended for hearts
bleach cannot abolish everything
ever tried inserting bleach into a vagina?

when dawn concurs dusk in the morning
I wonder however in a million years
shall housekeeping ever cleanse
the tsunami drowning in this room

~The Realist Shit I ever Wrote~

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This my newest word...the transition into my Spoken Word artistry. A friend of mine recently told me to make sure I share my work. I said I do on my blog...but as I sat and thought about what he said I need to expand and grow. I see myself lord willing doing my traveling and going to more open mic nights. I'm ready to take my work to a different level. After writing this piece...I realized I'm truly gifted. I'm so blessed to have a wonderful talent. And I will never stop sharing it with the world! I hope you enjoy.

How can we live?
When we aren't given a chance
coffins become white tubes
a massive twister suction away with
legs pried opened from east to west,
and another life is lost...forgotten

And how can we decipher the real, in the world full of the fake?
Counterfeit money, bootleggers,
Cup sizes double with silicone inflations,
hair shipped from Asian countries,
planted in Afro-American heads
as thoughts of European beauty...deception

Why does loneliness exist?
When I want somebody to come over
and dance their lips along my neck planting soft kisses
like butterfly wings dancing,
embracing the smooth soft skin of my human existence,
you know I am woman, I want to be held and needed,
and shown affection and hear words like...I love you

And why is it okay for one to judge?
Like they're rocking a sparkling bald head
with a name tag of "Mr. Clean"
hands washed several times and still aren't squeaky clean

And why do poets love to write at night?
Releasing organic rhythms of nature
like an artistic orgasm on paper.....insomniac

And why are we taught to fall in love?
When falling means to come down unstable, stumbling,
like the twin towers, instead we should stand in love.
Deeply rooted like a carrot sleeping under mother nature's bed
Freshly watered and nurtured, Untouched and pure

And why are we taught not to question God?
When he is our Father the only one who knows everything,
sees everything, and does everything,
so instead we hear answers from strangers and neighbors
that could possibly put us in Danger

And why is it not over until the fat lady sings?
how come it can't be over when this Poetic Queeen
with light brown eyes and thick coiled hair,
steps away for the podium drops the mic and says...This is the Realist Shit I ever Wrote
 

~She Lives-Aja Monet~

click here for her website

This young lady changed my whole view on writing, especially when it comes to spoken word and performing. I have never created poetry in the sense of spoken word until I heard her. She is changing the game in the world of artistry. She is a true inspiration and it shows through her work. Im so glad I discovered her on Youtube. And yall know when I find something good I share it with the world. Here is my favorite piece of hers entitled "She lives." Make sure you check out her other work and I believe she has a book out too. I'm getting that!!!
 

~Galleria of Art~

Crafted works of art surround me

I am in touch with my visual scents 

the lines forming in this piece 

are ohhhhh so relentless,

your lines more bold, while mines curvaceous 

they both meet together in congruent relations,

earthy tones

yours chocolate swirls into my light caramel,

create a Twix candy so sweet we can't fail

the masterpiece they call it,

the worth is priceless

"Don't Touch" signs guard it,

Focal point lost

colors broken into puzzle pieces,

 flat tones become flat lines
stray footsteps lead to the exit door,
why should you leave,
when I really want more
Galleria of Art how I admire your beauty!
Visually you have to satisfy my desire,
because unfortunately we are in two
different stages of life....to build an empire

*Goodbye Masterpiece*

 

 

~Ready to Exhale~

I've been waiting to exhale,

no inhale the scent of your body,

feeling your body on me,

your lips to meet mines so gently,

your hands touching forbidden fruit

Can I be your Eve babe?

And you can be my Atom to life

so we cannot be broken by any chemical means,

curiosity got me wondering

don't let me miss out,

I need you and you need me,

give me life, breath through me

keep my heart beating stronger and faster for you,

let me close my eyes and see only you,

rare like a diamond

rib I need, part of you

gifts of pleasure from me to you,

exchange to our rode of destiny,

give me my Groove Back

so I can exhale again



~Water~

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 Mind-Cluttered

 Body-Dirty 

 Soul-Empty 

Yearning for purity mind, body, and soul 

The day, the hour, the moment to be cleansed

  deep down waves from the ocean, all the way to the sandy shore, touch me

 I want you to touch me, so I can be wet, washed from head to toe, take away stains, I stand still no movement because I let you move through me, I feel you between my fingers and toes, Absence from color but still I see you, most of all I can feel you... cleaning me, bathing me, and showering me with wisdom, every last drop I need, like a baptism submerged to submission, dirt rolling off my finger tips,
 and I say to you
 It is in the water, I am clean 

  Mind-OPEN

  Body-FREE 

  Soul-CLEANSED

~Cubic~

Calculate me, length, width, and depth

trying to run but no exit I have met

time to escape the illusions and lies

white painted faces, red lipstick no lines

mute the noise from the chanting and tears

fakeness and foolery, falls  on deaf ears

internal battle has turned into war

confusion and delusion, make the fire uproar

cries, screams, emotional torment

closing the chapter of social unmet

throwing out secret and stories unkept

searching for courage, wisdom, and faith

praying to God for comfort embrace,

ripping the heads of devilish snakes

they watching and waiting for me to break

I'm superwoman you see the cape

bang, bang, bang, bang, all four walls

let me out, let me free

my desire is to be only me

no symbols, letters, or perplexed ideas

I choose to be free, let go of my fears

those mythical jokes are out of my ears

I want out of this cubic, I will create my own line

one single person, standing strong and divine

a free spirit of God's royalty

knowing he is the only true loyalty

I don't ponder anymore, instead I take steps to freedom

out of this confined box, so don't calculate me 

I'M OUT

~Letter to the Main~

One of many, circles and circles of them,

which one to pick, 

is it me, side, jump-off main,

nobody get to be the one,

we all are one of many,

toss around in a circle, 

your circle of convince,

your circle of fatherhood to many,

plenty of seeds,

trying to create more pots, pots to implant your seeds,

not in just one,

no one is not enough, you need two,

no, you need three, side jump-off

and main, three girls in the running,

who will remain? caught in a circle

your circle of lies,

the one who remains is blind, 

or maybe she can see but doesn't want to 

because you wear your mask so perfectly

who gets the phone call tonight?

Who will be lonely?

who will be questioning her future,

waiting doesn't have an answer

the silence in the wait is the answer,

I wonder how you sleep at night,

knowing your life isn't real,

a picture he painted for you,

you can see right threw him

instead of beating it out

you prefer the lie,

the truth is we all in the circle,

his circle, you're just his main 

when we are gone his cycle will remain,

I found the truth when he told me about you,

now enlighten yourself, to see what I have seen,

question his lies, we were all a part of his circle,

I no longer remain,

I caught on to his games, and what's the joy of being the main?

Being a main will always put you in the circle,

don't be the main, be the one and only!

~Promise Me~

Hold your head up high

I do not want to see you cry, 

The love you have given me is warmer than a home cooked Southern apple pie,

 Momma promise me one thing, 

 And that is you will never say good-bye,

 Because God has given me a halo and wings, 

So whenever you need me I will fly, 

And momma when you look up to the sky at night and you see a shooting star, 

That is me granting a wish for you, I told you I am not far, 

 I am your precious daughter,

 blow your kisses to me in the sky, and I will assure you I will catch them instantly, 

 Hand on the bible no lie, 

 And momma promise me one thing, and I will do the same for you,

 and that is you will always have continuous love for me,

 Like I will always have continuous love for you 

I wrote this poem for one of my sorors. She lost her baby girl this month a few years ago. Her baby was not even one years old. So I posted this to say if your a mother cherish your child/children! You never know what tomorrow may bring.

~Sweet Lies~

Feed me, not something bitter, 

but something sweet

 feed me what I've been yearning for,

 give me a full cup,

 a full cup of lies

 let me envision false fantasies,

 yes, feed me a dream I cannot have, 

shower me with unrealistic notes of love,

 make me smile with false promises,

 feed me a vision of fake fairy tales,

 fill me up with faux hopes, keep feeding me lies,

 so when I look into your eyes, I cannot distinguish the truth

 feed me a full cup 

yes, feed me I'm hungry!

 your lies are what I'm craving,

 feed me until I'm full 

lie to me boy....

and hopefully your lies taste good

~I Know the Real Bag Lady~

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One bag
Two bags
Three bags four
Light caramel skin
She knows the struggles of the poor
Full lips and hips
With natural hair
Bystanders look, watch, and stare
I see the scars this lady bears

I know this lady
I know her
She is me
Like I am her
She carries what I carry
And feels my burdens so
I know the real bag lady
She is deep down in my soul

I said, I know the real bag lady
Mornings and nights in the streets
Hungry and looking for a bite to eat
She gets stronger and stronger as the day goes by,
I look in her eyes and want to cry
Tears create a pond and I see my reflection
This lady looks like me is my first impression

Eyes light brown
Dragging bags around town
I know this lady
I know her
She is me
Like I am her
She carries what I carry
And feels my burdens so
I know the real bag lady
I said, I know the real bag lady
But.....do you?

~Only the Strong Survive~

Walking to a place
Unknown, unseen
It was a new creation to me
Cold winter night
I was in fright
No family or friends insight

Just me and my shadow,
walking alone, to a place
A place to get some space
Some space to keep the pace
The pace from the outside world

Leaving a world that is torn and broken
To step into a new light
So I might get some space of my own,
Separating from the temporary to get permanent,
Just in a place to escape the outside

You see, my day was long, and my night was cold,
But just as long as I remain bold,
My circumstance will become OLD

I'm going to lace up my boots and strive,
I'm a survivor, I am alive!

~Wings~

I want a pair
I need a pair
To get me out of this despair
Up, Up, and away I would fly
To be lifted into the morning sky
No pressure, no resistance, no hold, no fear
Don't pull me away
Push me up to stay
Like a butterfly with many changes,
Let me out of my cocoon
Let me breath fresh air
Let me escape the pain
Let me live my life freely
Let me be what I was born to be
Give me a pair of wings
Wings to fly away
I want a pair of wings
I need a pair of wings
And when I land,
I'm going to put on a bad pair of heels, and walk away!

~Dreaming~

I wish I was dreaming

That would be the only way I would feel right

If I was dreaming today, I would not feel like it would be my last night

I said I wish I was Dreaminggggg

So that I could wake up and things will be alright

I wish I did not have an eternal fight

I just might,

Lost it again

It’s like 9 times out of ten

Passion calls back

Takes a relapse

And it feels like I am about to collapse in your spell

I wish the doctor could provide me with medicine and tell

Me that I am dreaming and I’m destined to wake up

That would be my luck

Just tuck me in bed

Before my face turns red

So I can at lease pretend I’m dreaming

~My Smile is Unique~

I smile a smile that no one else can see

I smile a smile inside of me

I have to remember nine times out of ten that

My past is my past and nobody else can look within

I’ll say it fast I will say it slow, my past is like a Jack in the Box

The more you play with it the more I grow

I smile a smile that no one else can see

I smile a smile inside of me

Sometimes I get mad other times I’m sad

Because of the things I went through

I look at myself in the mirror

And the face looking back is beautiful

I smile a smile that no one else can see

I smile a smile inside of me

Because that person is me

If nobody else loved her who would she be?

A loveless girl

For everyone to see

I smile a smile that no one else can see

I smile a smile inside of me

Every time I wake up I smile and say I love thee

You have to love yourself no matter who you are

Because by the end of the night your that shooting star

You see why I smile a smile that no one else can see?

I smile to myself to say I love thee

~October Monthly Inspiration~

The Rose that Grew from Concrete

Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.

-Tupac Shakur

I decided to do something different from the monthly quote. I truly love Tupac for his poetry and this poem is just beautifully written. It just proves that anything is possible, if you just believe. People may look at you in amazement when you prove them wrong. Just like the rose that grew from concrete. In order to do it you have to take action first!! Now go chase your dreams.

~The Liberation~

Living in between these concrete walls

And making collect calls,

I wonder when my freedom day falls,

I go to bed dreaming that I might,

Finally wake up and see the light

Waiting in this lonely ceil

Hoping one day I will post bail

I have faith in my attorney to not fail

Looking through these steel bars

Thinking one day I might reach the stars

If injustice in America, I hope there is life on Mars

Patiently waiting on my release date

When I can run through that open gate

Thinking no longer an inmate

I’m tried of being 80013

That’s not my name

Or who I’m destined to be

So liberate me, set me free

~I am praying for Troy Davis today I know God is capable of miracles. It just shows that racism in America is not dead. This case has to change our justice system, that's why it's so important who you vote for. I wrote this poem for a similar case but that guy was set free and I hope the same goes for Troy.~

R.I.P. Troy Davis~No Justice

~I'm Sorry~

I’m sorry

Time after time I think of you

Your actions are so unpredictable

Night after night I want to call you

But my insecurity keeps me invisible

Time after time I want to show you I care

Your actions keep me puzzled inside

Night after night I want to hold you

But my emotions said this love will die

Time after time I question my thoughts

Your actions tell me you are concern

Night after night I want to apologize

But my pride tells me no in return

Time after time I tell you I love you

Your actions tell me the same

Night after night I want to make love

But my heart tells me I am caught up in your game

It is time for our love to grow

Your actions told me so

Sleepless nights I cried

But tonight I will sing; a sorry lullaby

I’m sorry

Love