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Girl Power!!!

Coffee, Tawny, Golden Tan, Mahogany, Honey Brown, Blush, Pecan and Cream

We are all bold, bright and unique with a common dream

Women we are.. from each equator near and far

Clerks, Teachers, Engineers, Doctors, Poets,  Jouranalists, Bloggers, Ceo’s and Queens

Uplifting our families by any and all means

Be-boping, hip hoping, jazz, motown or blues listening

from business suits to army boots, sweat suits, blue jeans with throwback jerseys

Long hair, braids or locks, naturals, perms, wigs or weaves

straight, wavy, kinky or curly hair wavier than wrinkled sleeves.

Tall, short, medium or average in height

standing together and strong in our fight

Grandmothers, sisers, aunts, lovers, nieces, mothers and friends

the undisputed, supremely rooted our title never ends

Emotionally, spiritually, mentally and culturally we grow

with new ideas, intentions and inventions positive, aiming for a higher plateau

while seeking financial increase, higher education feast, and constant prayer for worldwide peace.

Massages for relaxation, a sister-friend conversation, a good book for motivation

As we release, seek peace, to ease the pressure of our lives

living to care, share, motivate, educate, congratulate, as we console, hug and hold, encourage to thrive, propel to stay alive, while we strive for the best and living blessed,

My sisters we are the lifelong institution, creating, raising, and bearing human evolution, our inventions provide endless societal contribution, strong world wide attritbution…. my sisters we are the revolution!!!

 

Shivendra aka Da write Chick
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Storybook Romance Episode

STORYBOOK ROMANCE Episode

 

I saw him glance and size me up

Perhaps wishing I was the sugar or cream in his cup

He watched me as he blew and sipped

Oh my if I could be the coffee touching those lips

His lips perched so perfectly

Arching arrows to my heart boldly as he blew slowly

For him I would be that cool, gentle breeze

That he needs to ease the intensity of the heat

Our eyes lock and meet; intense steam as my heart beats

 So loosely, profusely I began to sweat

Was this my real love jones the one I would never forget?

I imagine that….

As he began to take his first step

Like a tiger on a hunt matrix like he crept

I ran my hands across my body to prep to be swept…

Off my feet, up and away

His eyes look me over like a Bugatti or Maserati on display

All this fine masculinity coming my way

So sleek and stealth

A picture of perfect health

A model of wealth as I gain control of myself

I must think fast, release this internal whiplash

What will I say; he was so fly the ultimate guy

That you don’t see or meet every day.

He began to rattle and wrinkle the closer he came.

I brushed my mane, was I insane

To have these thoughts

He was so handsome and fine, could he be mine

Then she yelled next in line

I took a chance and got caught his glance

And had a brief storybook romance

The guy in smock, tried to block and made my romance unfold likes tumbling rocks

When he took my fly guy and held him high nailed him next to the clock

he hung him right next to the coffee sign for their new display. Oh my what an eventful day!

 

Shivendra aka Poetess Oddisee aka Da Write Chick

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Those Words

Some words are meant to be verbalized and said

Some words are meant to be processed and read

Some words are meant to be nourished and fed

Some words are meant to be kept and suppressed in my head

Not to be released, instead I try to keep the peace

Maintain and tame that inner beast

That wants to feast, explode, release, and let go

Cause’ a fit, spit, emit, and implode

Stomp hard, discharge as I utter and blow, chatter and throw

Flow and say whatever that comes to the mental lobe

 A cognitive strobe of the cerebral globe creates a temporary file download

So, Instead I pause, cause and reflect before I eject

Something I might regret, I redirect

Scroll, hold, shape and mold those letters to form the correct words

Emotions transferred, Senses conferred

Syllables flew like birds to shape, formulate proper nouns and verbs

 Speech flock now disturbed

The rationale of my dome deferred, stirred, slightly blurred

If words are just words why are some never really heard?

But yet we compromise, by telling lies, then despise our outcomes

That could’ve been prevented, had we not segmented, circumvented the truth

It has now been misrepresented as we vented only fragmented

pieces of our feelings and thoughts

That ought to be, spoken prudently without scrutiny, truthfully… those words.

Are just words and must be said…release those words from your head.

COPYRIGHT PROTECTED 🙂 Shivendra aka Da Write Chick aka Poetess Oddisee