THE FLOW

Makes me wanna holler Cause I’ve only just begun Had so much shit to say I called the first poem Part I Makes me wanna holler That’s why I’ve written you Got me so damn angry I had to make part II Makes me wanna holler We are the modern slaves I can see our ancestors now Turnin in their graves Makes me wanna holler Cause they fought all our wars Hell look at us all today We don forgot what they were fightin for They fought for all our rights The right to sit at the front of the bus But you wanna take you ass straight to the back Now you tell me which nigga is whack The person who fought or the one sittin in the back The right to be treated with equality and fair The right to walk in a restaurant and sit in any chair Many died for the right we take for granted most They were sprayed, mutilated & killed So you and I could vote Makes me wanna holler We modern Sambo fools Got our children idealizing Drugs, hustlers, guns, and video hoes Rims

Honey brown, like sugar. Your sweetness so divine Lingering like melon drops Always on my mind Honey brown. . . like sugar Dancing around in my dreams Sweet caramel molasses... almost real it seems Honey brown.... like sugar, Candy you are to me Fill my cup, eat it up, Yet I never get enough Umm! Golden brown, honey coated, Chocolate tanned skin I pray to the Gods above That my dreams of you never end Gently kissed by the sun Your effervescence glows Just the very thought of you Sends shivers through my soul Your beauty flows like an everlasting river, Resembling chocolate ribbons in the sky No need to rock me to sleep at night The vision of you is my lullaby Honey brown sugar..... How beautiful the sound. In my head as a sweet night dream Your image dances around Honey brown sugar.... Elevated by your touch, Indulged by all your splendor, Mesmerized by your pulchritudinous Honey brown sugar...... Like candy you are to me Take control, grab

Her voice is like a dark filled night That fills the haunted house with fright Saying soflty......in her own words Will you stay with me tonight. Copyright 1997

You love me in spite of myself You love me even after smelling my morning breath You love me exactly as I am When all my make-up is gone My hair is tasseled and not combed You love me with all my imperfections and quirks You love me even when it hurts You love me…when I don’t love myself You even love me in bad health You love me during that time of the month When I’m bitchy, moody, irritated, fatigued, bleeding, crying and an emotional wreck You still love me You love me exactly as I am You love me when I am weak You love me when I am vulnerable to the world You love me regardless of my vanity You love me….the real me Through the core of my flesh….my soul and spirituality You love every strand of my hair From head to toe You love my smile Hell, you even love me, when I fuss and pout Through all my attitude and silly moods….you love me You see past all this tuff, rough exterior You love me inside…the me that the world does not see In spi