Sunday, June 21, 2015

MAMMA IS THE NEW BLACK

MAMMA,

THOUGH IT WAS WHAT YOU ANSWERED TO IT WAS NEVER ADEQUATE

IT WAS SIMPLY WHAT I’D SAY TO GET YOUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION

AND EVENTUALLY IT BECAME THE ACRONYM FOR WHO YOU ARE

MASTERFULLY INSTILLING HONOR, RESPECT, AND SELF-WORTH
YOU REARED ME WITH A HAND & SPIRIT DIRECTED BY GOD HIMSELF

ALWAYS TEACHING ME HOW TO BE DELICATE IN SPEECH YET STRONG
I WATCHED YOU HOLD OUR FAMILY TOGETHER WITHOUT COMPLAINT

MAKING EACH SCHOOL PLAY OR CHURCH PROGRAM WITHOUT FAIL
YOU TAUGHT ME TO ALWAYS BE THERE FOR MY KIDS HELL OR HIGH WATER

MOTIVATING ME BY EXAMPLE RATHER THAN BY FORCE OR THREAT
I UNDERSTAND NOW AS A MAMMA TO MY OWN – ULTIMATE SACRIFICE

ALLOWING ME TO EXPERIENCE GOD FOR MYSELF SO I’M NEVER ALONE
I ACCEPTED HIS DESIGN FOR MY LIFE AND GO TO HIM FOR ALL MY NEEDS

MAMMA

THOUGH IT WAS WHAT YOU ANSWERED TO IT WAS NEVER ADEQUATE

BECAUSE MAMMA YOU ARE MY PAST, MY PRESENT, MY FUTURE

YOU ARE MY LIGHT UPON MY PATH AND MY ANGEL FROM GOD

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY MAMMA
BECAUSE WHEN I NEEDED IT YOU FILLED DADDY’S SHOES...

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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

TROPICAL DEPRESSION

TUMULTUOUS IS THE STORM THAT TURNS DAY TO NIGHT

SEEKING VULNERABLE SPOTS OF PENETRATION TO RAVAGE

DESTRUCTION IN ITS RAREST FORM LICKS AT MY TEMPLE

RIPPING APART MY SANCTUARY WITH TEETH OF FURY

NOT A COMPASSIONATE THOUGHT FOR MY IMMINENT DEATH

THROWING A CARELESS OVER THE SHOULDER GLANCE

AT ME SPREAD EAGLE, GLAZED OVER SHUTTERS TO MY SPIRIT

THE REPORTS SAID I WAS ON THE DIRTY SIDE OF 369 MILES

PSEUDO-ARROGANT I WAS BECAUSE I’D BEAT BACK ALLISON & IKE

THE FORECASTS NEGLECTED TO MENTION PREMEDITATION

THUNDEROUS STRIDES OF A LION STALKING THE BUFFALO

 NO MATCH FOR THE ONE WHO SHOWED MY FLESH NO MERCY

NEVER EQUALLY EVIL OR COMPASSIONATELY YOKED; I SUFFERED 

LOSSES PROGRESSIVE, ALLSTATE, OR FARMER’S CAN'T REPLACE

WAKING FROM A COLD SWEAT STILL SEDUCED BY YOUR FACE

SMARTER THAN A 5TH GRADER BUT AGAIN I STAND IN THIS PLACE

DARK IS THE STORM THAT RIPS THE SUN FROM THE SKY

MY HEART TO STOP BEATING WITH LOVE? DAYUM IMMA TRY


PAINSTAKINGLY STILL POSSIBLE,
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