"A Dove"

"Single Rose"

"Christians Who Say They Care"

There are Christians behind the computer screen

There are Christians who have to be seen

There are Christians on every side of you while your walking talking that tell you to your face or on social media they truly care about you

these days don't be duped

any Christian can use their title to hide their fake attitude fake appearance on webcam fake sympathy

for your Christian walk, financial troubles, depression through keyboard keys ,but be like you are not worth praying for you not worth getting down on their knees

Jesus will expose the fake Christians who are sheep in wolves clothing and you will forever be amazed

Jesus will not keep letting his children get deceived by fake Christians working in evil intent for Satan drop those friends close and far and stand alone

"Woman of God"

Glad I'm writing a poem about this

There are mulitple women of God some quiet in prayer some loud in faith some go into prayer closets to get in an escape from the worldly day

A woman of God is patient and kind she is never late ,but always right on time

A woman of God is elegant in style ,but learns how not to boast or be proud the spotlight don't need to flash on the woman of God because God is already glowing from her eyes

everyday she is a winner a prize 

she is never afraid to let her tears come outside

A woman of God stands by her husband side she supports him everywhere he shines through her actions she shows she is his ride or die

A woman of God isn't deceived by Satan she hold up her spiritual shield and watch his schemes drop

"Wedding Ring"

Temple in the skies

Inside is a wedding for you and I

the angels are my bridesmaid

and God is your best man

In spirituality will you take my hand?

You don't need to put me in a white wedding dress when you placing me in a white robe

I will follow your lead go where you go 

we don't need a license to conform our love it's already deep in me

walking down the aisle out the open doors we give each other a smile because of the here and now

our clouds is the seats for the people that passed away 

I love to shout and say that you are great like a baby inside of a woman you instill new spirit in my belly 

as a wife I listen to what you tell me as a woman of God my salvation is free 

what's that you placed on me 

not a wedding band but a " Wedding Ring"

"Angel With Wings"

"Floating on space with zero gravity is how high my faith goes

Jesus is my protection from the raining hail of enemies

I feel like an angel with wings flying through the soft clouds to settle within my highest destination

away from the cruel unusual world I'm letting look at my back

the stars is my lamp when darkness shuts out when I slowly close eyes of mine

Jesus be my rocket fuel to shoot me up to heaven

I'm on full of your submission

" Oh no!" Jesus my white precious symbolic meaning to me is breaking into pieces 

you stretch your life - saving hand to keep me slipping out of your firm grip 

back facing light years above the earth wind hitting my back with so much force thought my breath was out of me 

your gaze is out of my reach the faster I fall

I'm falling almost as quick as a fireball meterorite that leaves an impression ...

"Elevator"

Feeling stuck in the basement of hell with hott flames shooting up in fast pace motions with orange light casting shadows on the walls of hell

the entire time I was stuck at the bottom of his pit

I felt the urge to quit the hope to see the light of heaven but the light was to high up with might and gear of humility I knocked the devil out and slide backwards into the safe shelter of the elevator 

seeing the redness of the devil image inching closer with tension built up on it's face I pressed any button I could to close the elevator doors quicker but the doors felt like it was closing slowly 

"Please close the doors" I told myself as I crouched in the corner with legs up to my chest shaking uncontrollably  

finally minutes later doors close completely up one floor I go then lights dim then go dark thinking it was an error I sit and wait

feeling a creepy vibe surround me with ...

"Black Skin is Like Art"

Black skin is like an sketch with each stroke is an different shade we know we are great how we are made

Like art our names are identities with it's own private language no fakes can try to rob it and obtain it

Black skin is strong, soft as an baby that has received lotion, chocolate as chocolate syrup, caramel as an sundae at Mcdonald's, bright as gold

We as perfectly made black queens are powerful in our walk and talk our level of wisdom is forever more 

Insecurity produces the need to apply bleaching creams disguised as beauty products on black princesses 

In our black communities racism is like an bullet coming at all ways not from outsiders ,but within like an tag team in WWE it's lightskin vs dark women competition in the air still

Lift yourself up not down stop following the crowd and make your own path 

We make our own exhibit 

We our extraordinary in style

" I Love You Lord"

"Jewel"

I was molded into an treasure, an rare breed like an shell I am hollow and far beyond unique

My inner core is decorated with the three parts of the cross Father, Son, The Holy Spirit with your natural eyes, you can't see what comes to light from my side 

Jesus sense of help flows like the blood that drips off his body once he hung off the cross on Calvary 

God outer core is attached to me on the outside and no matter where I walk we end up being an tag team and winning against the evil principalities ,but even in the dirt I come out as an "jewel"

" Spiritual Imperfection"

Born into this universe underneath the stars trees with sin birthed in me thanks to the disobedience of Adam and Eve

My wings pure as snow that you allowed to arrive in an cold afternoon coming out the hospital the breeze passed across my face giving me an chill 

My life wasn't supposed to start over twice, but you gave me a chance and for that I once again thank you again 

My spiritual imperfection began when I became an adolescent along with being peer pressured my mistakes raised up like escalator stairs step by step my mistakes distanced my mental state away from God's embrace ,but now my imperfections is leading me back to the golden steps of my spiritual journey 

You are always there for me when I was set in bondage but you set me free 

You are best friend when I am in need

and you never leave me lonely