All I have is questions
Is it to much to ask for some late night caking?
Passionate kisses and hugs
kiss the very tip of your nose
then sit with my head in your chest
and just exhale
while I just cry
with your hair to soak my tears
and let all my walls down
and for the first time you're there.
Would I be good enough if my hair was long?
If it went down my back as straight a pin
and blow with the wind?
Would you accept my flaws and all?
if there a little cream in my coffee?
if my skin was fair like moca or caramel?
or even the color of butterscotch?
Would I be beautiful?
Why am I here?
having no real value or use.
the state of being used for some purpose.
the reason for which something is
created or for which something exists.
live, especially under adverse conditions.
So why am I here?
Moment of silence.
Can I get a moment of silence for the queens that departed?
all the beautiful yet shattered hearted
that stood on this earth and did there part
the few that made a difference in this segregated nation
to bring together all gods creations
to come to an understanding that we are here to stay
years of slavery, years of bullshit, and yet to this day
the queens lay unrested
lioness growl with sorrow
few promises for the wishes of tomorrow
just praying that their grandsons children
could walk amongst this earth without
without being considered a threat
lions are becoming prey for threat that they are predators
so my beautiful black queens are still tossing and turning in their graves
because really nothings changed
everything in still the same
their work in not done
but yet are gone.