Because I Washed My Locs Today . . .

Stunning IMHO!
Stunning IMHO!

Today was my day to Pamper myself.

I washed my locs,

Did my toes,

Beat my arms with a hairbrush,

(Yeah, hush) to pretend I was getting a massage.

And earlier in the day, while my boy was away at Sunday school,

I did yoga.

If you look at me, you can see I've been tired,

Nothin' a lil lovin' couldn't take care of.

Not that physical kind of lovin', but the cuddle me, hug me, serve me breakfast In bed kinda lovin'.

The kinda lovin' , damn! . . . .


Just thought I'd share

As I'm siitin' here in the dark of the living room, quiet surrounding me;

Surrounding me like the strong arms of a lover I once knew.

Once loved true.

He'd lend me his Toyota while he went out soldiering at Ft. Bragg.

Yeah, I loved me a soldier!

Knew I was bad!

Sashaying across the dance floor, as I drew his eye.

Intent on making him my guy.

Kissed his lips

That first nigt.

Moved into life

Never needing more than him,

Him standing behind me as I washed dishes at the sink,

His words moving through me,

Making me wilt and shrink closer to his love thang ~~~~ Dang!

Lovin' him was better than Heaven!


Today was my day to Pamper myself ~~~~

No lover rubbed my scalp,

painted my toes,

Nor kissed the tip of my nose.

No lover soothed my tired away.

Yeah a lil Lovin',

Not the physical kind, but that cuddle me, hug me, serve me breakfast in bed Kinda lovin;


A lil lovin' like that would of been . . .


Nice!



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Comments 12 comments

jenubouka 5 years ago

Don't we all. Lovin'? I am happy to get 5 minutes of silence anymore. I have a two year boy who is very energetic. Keep writing, keep peace.


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satice_j 5 years ago from via the Bronx, NY Author

Hey Jenubouka, was replying back and got the boot offline. I wanted to thank you for your fan mail the other day. I appreciate that you are stopping in and reading my hubs. I truly can empathize with you on the Mommy front. I remember those days when I looked forward to lights out and quiet time. Wait 'til your son s 7! Smiles. He will then talk your ears off. Yes Peace, I choose that for my word of the year! I'll hit your pages back! Tc, & Peace!


jenubouka 5 years ago

I am just waiting till he pee's on his own.


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satice_j 5 years ago from via the Bronx, NY Author

Giggles, that was the most challenging part! What a glorious day when they can 'potty' all by themselves! :)


jenubouka 5 years ago

yes, when you hear angels sing, you will know he has.


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Dexter Yarbrough 5 years ago from United States

A little lovin' goes a long way! Beautiful poem! Voted up, up and away!


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satice_j 5 years ago from via the Bronx, NY Author

@jenbouka, Angels are good! (Smiling big!)


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satice_j 5 years ago from via the Bronx, NY Author

Dexter, Thank you for checking out this hub! It's always great to get a compliment and even more so from a gentleman! Your vote is much appreciated! Have a great day!


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TheListLady 4 years ago from New York City

Ooh loved this - and love locs. What a great idea for a great contribution to...our locs and our loves and life. So much. I'm inspired all over again. It's been so long since I have written a poem. That can only mean I have lost some of my passion - or my reasons to have passions, I think.

Will keep reading your poems for sheer enjoy and inspiration. Oh Yay! Rated up and much more.


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satice_j 4 years ago from via the Bronx, NY Author

Hello TheListLady,

I try so much to make sure I comment everyones response to my work/hubs. So sorry to have overlooked this one from you. I am humbled that you enjoyed my poem. I've been loc'ing my hair for 18 years and was encouraged by a lady who wore them all the way down to her knees. She is no longer with us. I understand about not writing poetry. I can go stretches of time with nothing hitting me, moving me to rhyme. Then I am sitting somewhere and I hear a sound, I see a child, or just a color or smell a scent and I am off into poetic vibe. Your passion is still there. Sometimes we don't write because we are at peace with our inner self. We are happy. I have found most times I write my poetry is when I am down, or troubled by something. Then it pours out. I will look to your pages to see if you put down any poems. I want to read you, too. Thank you for reading this hub. I am honored to have inspired you. Take care! Peace!


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ubanichijioke 4 years ago from Lagos

Wow a great lyrical piece. Awesome and beautiful. You re awesome


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satice_j 3 years ago from via the Bronx, NY Author

And you, ubanichijioke, have put a smile on my face! Thank you for liking this piece! I so greatly like that you have! Peace!

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