90s Crack Baby

I'm not a CRACK BABY I just so happen to be a baby born on crack Do not judge me by my mothers affliction I am more then just the product of the dick that she sucked, whether glass or throbbing I am the coverage of many broken souls, i am not broken i am …

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You Make Me: To My Poetic Muse

Your masculinity is so effortless We're so intimate without touching En-lacing our fingers You make me want to write You make me want to be a love poet No more will be lost love and broken hearts    

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Why do men feel the need to give their input of a woman's appearance? I ask this often as it seems to be the forte of the men in my life. They do not understand treading carefully. From my hair, clothes and even my makeup they have to tell me what their definition of pretty …

To Those Who Have Crossed My Path

From the Author: It is seldom that I take pictures of others. I always felt people are photographed too much. Instead we should photograph the thing I thought we most took advantage of, like nature. It wasn't until 2017 that I realized we must capture the essence of those in our life. They mean the …

Does She: To My Poetic Muse

Does she take care of you? The question spills threw my lips just as it enters my heart I must know if she does Does she see her entire life when she looks at you Does she tell you that your lips taste like a million love songs Does she love how passionate you are …

In This Moment: To My Poetic Muse

Standing in the moon light, foreheads pressed together. We let the city lights caress our bones. Starlight showering over our weary hearts. We stand interlocked. Closer then we've ever been before. I bask in your scent. I let it wash over me. Overwhelmed I feel. I fleet your hungry lips and eager hands for I know …

Papa said;

Papa said " Leave them boys alone" And I should have listened to him because when those boys are gone he's the one wiping my tears , Telling me to face my fears and singing my heart lullaby's