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The dream
Was right there
Waiting
On me
To choose
To enrobe myself
In a faith
Grand enough
To wear its design
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Gray
The land of nowhere
Found tiptoeing
Between
Great heavy shadows
Holding hostage
Fearful what if’s
And the light
Bare naked brightness
Secrets once
Owned in terror
No more
Have power
Release
Peace
Freedom
Life
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Reflecting
From a view
Of self-peace
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Very little
Of myself
Have I shared
With you
In fact
I’ve even kept
Myself from myself
Some days I’ve
Felt so betrayed
So overlooked
But,
My thought’s
Have been terribly misinformed
Thinking I should be seen
When I’ve barely shone
What light
Did I give
You to follow?
You can’t behold
A woman
Who’s dimmed
Her spirit
To obscure dusk
Naturally,
She’s nowhere
To be found
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There’s layers to my depths
And depths to my layers
Arrangements of silence, sounds, letters, words
Building, stacking, mounting
One pause, one syllable, one moment at a time
Spinning out from
My soul’s innermost core
Bursting into life
The moment they touch air
Traveling through galaxies
Beyond the universe
Beyond time
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You will tell everyone
How you prayed
And how I answered
Love,
God
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Look!
You see?
When you serve me
I will put you in places
You could not otherwise go
I will place you
In palaces you can’t afford
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I thought
About contemplating
Then decided
Thinking too much
Is overrated…
Seize the day!
God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
My soul
Is dead without you
You alone
Give it nourishment
Give it strength
To rise from my bed
Each new dawn
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One day it became
Crystal clear
In the split
Of a split second
My heart spoke
My purpose
God’s destiny
For what I am to be
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Encased
Within my beauty
A silent grain of pain
But my God
Layered
Love, upon love, upon love
Smoothing hurt into
Iridescent sheen
La Vie en Rose
You’re my favorite
My very, very favorite
Person in the whole wide galaxy
Because with you
I feel safe being me
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Good morning sunshine
Up & out & at ’em
And feeling very fine
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Des yeux qui font baisser les miens, Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche, Voila le portrait sans retouche, De l’homme auquel j’appartiens.
Quand il me prend dans ses bras, Il me parle tous bas, Je vois la vie en rose.
Il me dit des mots d’amour, Des mots de tous les jours, Et ca me fait quelque chose.
Il est entre dans mon coeur, Une part de bonheur, Dont je connais la couse.
-Edith Piaf
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My little girl dreams
Are still cherished
By my woman’s heart
One day
Very soon
I know
They will be
My reality
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And then the day came
When I stopped
I stopped
Dancing for a song
That never paid me dignity
And on that day
I said
I am significant
Then I reached out
And I took it
I took my worth
I took my grace
I took my respectability
I wrote my own song
This song
I can dance to
Proud
Behind the Scenes
I am stepping
Into
The petticoats of my dreams
Sailing away
On winds of the fate
Towards
The lands
Where I truly belong
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“Who will buy this wonderful morning? Such a sky you never did see!… Who will buy my sweet red roses?… Who will tie it up with a ribbon, and put it in a box for me?” – Oliver
Behind the Scenes
Standing firm
In who I am
A whole
Amazing
Beautifully & perfectly
Created woman
Moving
Purposefully forward
One ordained
Step at a time
La Vie En Rose
Her
The One
Whom his heart holds
That would be
Me!
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If I could bottle timeI’d bottleThe smoothness
Of my young beauty
Fresh on my facade
And only wear
Timely wisdom earned
That comes with
Fine lines
Gray hairs
Sagging breast & butt
Tucked away in my soul
Then again
Hidden inside
There’s be no testimony
Showcase God to the world
Of battles fought
Victories won
Knowledge learned
So instead
I’ll bottle time
Inside my soul & mind
Won’t matter
What the years tell
On my skin
Heart forever young
Then
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Got a smile on my face
A twinkle in my soul
A little swag in my stride
Faith in new beginnings
Working out
In favor
Of my destiny
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I rolled up
On my goals
Like what’s up?
That’s what’s up
Making my life happen
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Limits?
No never.
I’m just getting started!
God’s God the Whole World in His Hands
Power to the people
The glory go to God
Who wipes the sweat
Lifts burdens off
Breaking backs
So we all will
Rise & stand
Through every
Daily struggle
Behind the Scenes
Early in the morning
Imma pick-up my bags & go
Early in the morning
Gonna pick-up my bags & go
Walk out that front door
Never see you no more
No use stayin’
You were the lyin’ cheatin’ kind
No use stayin’
You were lyin’ cheatin’ all the time
And I’m all wore out
Some other chick can take my place
Headed out
Just my suitcase & I
Headed out
Just my suitcase & I
Gonna find me a man
Who understands what he’s got
Don’t bother to call
Your number, it’s been blocked
Don’t bother callin’
‘Cause your number’s been blocked
Cleared you from my head
Deleted you outta my life
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“You can’t separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freeedom.” – Malcolm X
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Piece by piece
Assembling my dream
Riveting fragments together
Creating an original
Life to live
NYC Streets
Nobody thinks to ask
These old walls
What they have seen
Or what they know
Of storms weathered
And survived
Proud memories
Only history can tell
Maybe someday too soon
These bricks
Once so carefully laid
Will carelessly
Be torn down
Modern progress
Wiping away
All these walls
Have sheltered
Love & violence
Tears & laughter
Stories –
Way too many to tell
But these walls
Can’t talk anyway
And if they could
Nobody would think to ask
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Aye Dios Mio! Laundry. Everywhere there’s laundry. Overflowing. Running wild. Spilling out my ears! Bright red. Canary yellow. Turquoise. Parquet green. Tower of downy soft towels. Never ending. Mucho trabajo. “Washer number seven.” “Dryer number eleven.” Trills the boss lady. Tee-shirts. Jeans. Baby blankets. Long socks. Sports socks. A strangers “cute” lacy panties. Not so cute when the need – Wash. Dry. Fold. And bag. Aching back. Feet hurt. Arms like windmills. As they wind up king size sheets. God, can you hear ME up there? I need you to help me endure. This endless task. So bread will be on my table.