Unknown

Unknown

Have you ever been so hurt by the unknown?

Not knowing if you are worthy of being kept

Not knowing it this will have a harsh ending

And not knowing if this one is worth going through the pain

As another girl from the hood

I share the same dreams other girls is afraid to admit

I want a knight and shining armor to rescue me from this castle

Or better yet the slums or the projects

I want that kiss worth waiting for

But will it ever happen because I am investing in pain and turmoil

Will that kiss come if it is that I am kissing another man

Whom may or may not be worth it

Whom may be kissing another woman

or man

I want my next kiss to be with the last…if they exist

But do I have to endure thro...

For the men. Sex talk.

Men, let’s talk about sex.

Why is it that men get so many brownie points from the number of women they have but the trips to the clinic is not a factor in this game of thrones.
She burned you but, wait no, your boy did, no wait, nobody knows where that disease came from because you all sleep with each other and just to think if only the conversation was more relevant it could have saved that trip to the doctor.
Better yet, it could have saved the burning, the itching, the mood swings, the who’s and the when’s.
 The same woman who you hollered at is the same woman who your boy slept with but it’s all just a harmless game.
 It is a temporary fixation of seeking approval from a group of fake friends and nobodies who also careless about your’ s and their very own lives.
But he did not tell you about the other girls he creep with on the low, meeting online and even in clubs.
 But wait, he ...

Peace Be Still...

Listen!

He has no name and no face.

Present in my memory he no longer hunts my mind.

Released to the dusk I learned to forgive but never forget.

After 23 years I have learned that the battle and the war is now over.

That monster no longer exists.

But wait….

What about others

What about the little ones who could be suffering with invisible tears.

Hiding behind anger and even a smile showing no fears.

As I look at his face through the cyber picture, I see the same flames in his eyes.

That little girl was once afraid as the heat was pressed to her mind.

What if he pulled the trigger?

To young to understand but she learned this familiar monster and his nasty ways by the end of the summer.

Like Chuck and Like Freddy he was just as deadly.

Her tears were unseen even when she was seen.

The pain in...