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Black Love Poems Biography

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“Listen to this fool
trying to put me down.
Calling me the N-word
just because my skin is brown.
…Well, I thought I told you once,
but I’ll tell you once again:
Anyone can be a N-word!
It doesn’t matter about his skin.
I’ve seen some high yellow N-word(s).
And some all white too!
And yes! I’ve even seen some N-word(s) who are deep black-blue.
So pay attention Mr. Know-it-All
because I want YOU to get this straight:
Just because my skin is black
dirty N-word ain’t my fate.”

I can be all the woman that u want
I can be all woman that u need
I can make ur wildest fantasy into reality…
But I cant now
Because I cannot Breathe
I could give u a love so unbreakably strong
I could give u happiness beyond belief
I could give u me day to night, night to day , day to night…
But I cant now
Because I cannot Breathe

Your 10 fingers around my neck are slowing griping tighter
Even when I notion to u that the white light near the end
Is getting brighter & brighter & brighter
From top to bottom I feel the
Jealousy
Animosity
Controversy
Hypocrisy
Lack of love
Lack of trust
Broken Promises
Empty Lust
Little Goals
Few Dreams
Restricts the airflow,
Suffocating me
You have a diamond,
A rare pearl from within the deep seas
You have what some men search a lifetime forâ€¦
You have all of this at your fingertips
But instead you choose to extract all of the air out of my body
Leaving me limp, lifelessâ€¦deceased
Because I could not Breathe

This brown eyed, golden skinned beauty sits on a train
Watching the world fly by through her window seat
A knowing smirk appears on her face as if to say she knows the worldâ€™s secret
A man sits on the train wanting and waiting for something, anything to happen
Watching the people the train passes by and smiles slightly at the rushing and pushing to go where they need to go
The man turns his head slowly; he sees her sitting there in all her glory new and shiny
She feels someone is watching her as she is watching the world
She turns
He watches
She meets his eyes
Contact has been made
He looks away quickly
She continues meet his gaze
He sneaks a look, still looking
And then she smiles full and wide as if to say â€œgotchaâ€
But she continues to look thinking what the hell he is kind of cute
He has built his courage and begins to meet her gaze again
They looked in a stare the train and people the world passing them by
She stares, one eyebrow arched and forming a smirk once again
She stares saying â€œChallengeâ€, â€œI dare youâ€
I dare you to look at me
See inside to my soul
I dare you to see me for what I am
Tell me what I need
Show me what I want
I dare you to make me smile
Wide, then wider
I dare you to hold me till I cry and then no more
I dare you to want me
Need me
I dare you
I dare you to love me
I dare you

Rain drops fall, splattering as they hit the ground
Masking the sound of quickly moving feet
A faster moving heart beat,
pulsating, vibrating a small frame body as it presses against an alley wall
Catching a breathe, pausing for a quick rest
Thunder sounds, lightning strikes high, splitting the night sky
Heaven cries, sorrowful tears indeed
Looking at her hands, water rolling from face to cheek meets salty drops
Young black seeds in hard earth soil grow solid like stone
Home grown to be hard like diamond, but many with a soul soft like cotton
Touched by God at conception, and kissed by the devil at birth
Earth is in its last days, and they are in a maze of confusion
Delusions of love are passed over for lust and sex
Regrets are made in the throngs of passion
Passion draped all over the hands of one young woman standing in the rain
Looking at hands that had just come from caressing soft brown skin
But not knowing though his body was within hers
His love was only between her thighs, her eyes regret the day they first saw him
And try as they may, they couldnâ€™t wash away the memory
Flashbacks and visions of all she had seen of and in him
These things proceed and all of a sudden the rain gives way to sunny days of happiness
Picnics, six months of indulgence in a world that was not hers
Lured in by his charm, holding on to his arm everywhere they went
Seemed like a sign outwardly of his inward content
But content is sometimes only contempt in wait
As he played her with Veronica, Suzanne, Lizbeth, Shawna and Grace
From massage to manauge, from discrete circumstance to desecrate indulgence
His fingerprints on their bathroom mirrors punctuated his deeds
Tendencies are ironies in wait
Because as was his practice, as was his fate
She had left in a commotion as Grace came to confront him
Seeds that he had let grow inside her, how could he have lied to her
Her fingers on prints of pictures taken by a camera phone of a friend
When he was showing outward content in the arms of Suzanne
Perhaps one could have been seen as a confrontation of short will versus high heeled determination
But now, prints clutched in her fingers, him inside this young girl
When nightmares hit the real world, you get stab wounds to the tune of 143
The rain fell violently, a relentlessly hard picture caught in a soft small frame