I. love. black. men. Gorgeous dark skin men. Their beautiful chocolate skin. Their strong will. The security you feel in their arms. Black men are beautiful. Strong. Handsome. Talented. Irreplaceable. I. Love. Black. Men. (I don't own this photo however I don't remember where I got it.... Pinterest somewhere. Sorry!)
Ssshh... Hush now... That's right baby, close your eyes. I've got you. Mhmmm, Hmmm Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound The child drifted off into a deep slumber. As I sat there rocking that child, tears formed in my eyes. I was a mother, a despondent mother for tomorrow I knew my life would change … Continue reading A Mother’s Heart
Is there something wrong with me? Am I that scarred from my past? I want to change To be normal, To be understandable, But I’m not normal And Never will be. But I want to. How?
Lotion From the tip of his soft head to his tiny little feet. Lotion It moisturizes his fat body. Lotion It protects his new soft skin. Lotion My, Oh my, how he squeals in laughter as I rub. Lotion On his body. Lotion His chubby hands knock over the bottle … Continue reading Soft & Smooth
I've sat... Here on this damn couch-- waiting, hoping, wishing.. I'd get a text or a call... something, ANYTHING. (blog.ng.jovago.com)
In His Arms Have you ever just wanted to be held Held close to someone’s heart Entangled in their arms A warmth covers you A feeling of safety welcomes you in You feel peace Peace like the majesty of the mountains, like the leaves of a tree like the whistling of … Continue reading In His Arms
I am black America. My chocolate skin is like no other. My smile is comparable to no one. Only I can do what I can do. No one can tell me differently. My heart pains for the little black kids growing up without role models and parents. Those growing up without the knowledge that they … Continue reading I Want You!
My teacher stood in front of classroom, explaining that this new month, February, was Black History month and that we would be watching a video in honor of those that had to fight for freedom. The lights went out, the screen came on, the sound of lashing whips, cries of pain, songs of freedom, and … Continue reading It’s Black History Month
Metal clanking, Chains clanging, People yelling, Phones ringing, But all I want to see, Is the bright blue sky. Behind these bars, Behind these chains, I am a prisoner. Locked in with no way out. But not only am I just physically confined. I am emotionally incarcerated. No one to talk to. I can't even … Continue reading Beyond My Bars