Not My Type

I met a gentleman with a kind heart
right from the start
he performed his part
such a sweetheart

But he is not my kind of guy.
He wants to try
to tie the knot
but I cannot

marry a man I do not love,
it’s not enough
to laugh and play
house on display.

Lock and Key

I need someone to love me right
one who will fight
through the good times
undistracted by immature games

Someone who will hold me passionately
all night, affectionately
whispering sweet
lullabies, my heart skips a beat

A gentleman, a provider,
fearless leader
created exclusively for me;
my lock and key.

This Is Now

I’m blessed with life, love, and family. I am here,
thankful for these monumental things and so many other
bundles of joy, dispensed by the grace of God. I appreciate
life in a more positive light, overlooking the irrelevant
and forging ahead with purpose. Prayer has been
a consistent blanket of warmth around me. I’m
experiencing more appreciation and finding
less to complain about, I’m working on putting
down the gadgets, so I can enjoy
the precious people around me.
Overall, I’m living a more joyful and fulfilled life.
My strengths are to my advantage.

Weigh Each Word

Don’t throw your words like blocks.
Don’t hurt other people’s feelings as a detox
to your pain. Stay in tuned to the way how
others feel. Try to remember not to use
those folks as an escape wheel;
it’s not an invitation to pound flesh.

Renew your mind and stay fresh with time.
weigh each word;
they will leave a residue, say them
as if they are your last mission in life, thank you.

Nasty expressions sting and hurt like crazy,
they stink and make everything hazy
Once they are spoken, you are on your own;
Once they hit the wall, they are set in stone
There’s an emphasis placed on “weigh.”

A lot is riding on how rough you play
Ponder each message carefully;
words leave a remainder. Weigh each one
as if it is your last, thank you.
People will forget for a season
but they’ll also remember for some reason
And they will hurt again if the pain is tremendous
so do good, and they’ll forgive as they should

Your words are more substantial than sand
Remember to stay humble and stay off
of no-man’s-land. Ponder each word carefully;
words leave a residue. Weigh each thought
as if it is your last, thank you.

Walked Away Wounded

I wish someone had been engaged in my life
enough to offer moral support. I chased after
little boys in adulthood, just someone to help me
understand my worth and what I could stand for
or not before the genuine men came along,
but by then, I was no longer interested in their
childish games. I was used to disappointments.
Someone always walked away wounded
in my crusade, to figure out this mess.

Six Flags

I stood at the screened-in entry when
my uncle drove up. He wandered past me
as if I was invisible, disregarding my presence,
with an invitation for my cousin to accompany him
to Six Flags. I overheard him, and stared at him like,
what about me? He glanced my way and replied nothing.
I didn’t exist another day.

Second Family

When their families discovered who we were,
they discouraged their children from being our friends,
that harsh judgment originated from the fabricated
storylines my family reported. These people
didn’t know us kids personally but felt the need to run.
Over time, they drew their honest conclusions
and became the family we didn’t have.


That slap my little cousin received
did not originate from me, but I got accused
of the incident. The mother of the child stormed
into the bedroom and laid her claws on me;
I didn’t fight back. That madwoman took
her resentment out on teenage me
and left the house. No one came to my rescue;
everyone laughed in my face,
including the cousin who did the slapping.