I remember a time when everything was not so black and white,
People know when to help each other ,
Or when to turn a blind eye.
It seems just like yesterday my brother and I were playing in the streets,
With no care in the world but just two kids wanting to feel free.
We used to ride our bikes by the park, just so we could see other kids play
And race back home before the streets light come on.
Those days used to be fun before the streets became overrun by bullets and guns.
No more peace, no more fun,
All you see on the tv is violence and cries
Of mothers losing their firstborn child.
Just like George Floyd who was taken by the gun,
Without changes, next week it’s going to be someone else son.
Politicians come on TV to sing the same song
Of peace and unity, but what about the guns?
Sad to admit but we must get with the time,
And accept that everything they tell us is a beautiful lie.
For my eyes only
I don’t need you to tell me I am beautiful
I am the child of a queen!
My mother is my hero,
A brave woman, and everything in between.
Hollywood tells us we need to be tall to be beautiful
Victoria Secret says we need to be skinny
But the most hurtful of them all,
Are the sisters who tell me I need a perm because my afro is too tall.
My mama always told be beauty comes from within
It’s not about what society says, but how you feel about yourself .
The type of beauty that the media portray,
Is not of your average everyday women who has a busy work day,
And those who woke up and walk around with their natural skin.
To all my beautiful queens who were told that you are not beautiful,
Because you are too short
Too fat
Too tall
Or too thin
Just remember, we are all queens with something extra in between.
The rocky road
I will not bow down or bow out,
I will stand and fight .
My dream is to be successful
And I am willing to do it right.
Don’t tell me it’s impossible
Or that I should try something else
Because one thing I hate most in this life
Is someone who quits because of what someone else said.
I am no trust fund baby
Or neither was I born fortunate.
I was raised in the hood
By my aunt who taught me the value of my own strength.
I know it won’t be easy, but I have faith,
That with hard work and perseverance I will prevail!
And so, what if I fail?
I’ll just get back up and brush off the dust.
And because we know the road to success is rocky,
All we need to do is wear comfortable shoes and push through.
Goodbye summer breeze
I sat at my window and watch the leaves fall to the ground
Fall is in the air and the evidence is all around.
The ducks are leaving the pond close by,
I look in the trees and the birds are nowhere in sight.
Squirrels are running around gathering nuts,
And that’s a sure sign that fall is going to be rough.
I already miss the buzzing of the bees,
The chirping of the birds,
kids playing in the street,
And that hot August summer breeze.
Oh, how I wish the summer would stay
Instead of these cold awful winter days
When I have to wear a coat all-day
And drink hot cocoa to stay warm.
As I sat there in my window watching the season change in front of me,
I just wish I could hold on to those beautiful summer days a bit longer.
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