A love so strong, that never ended
Paused for retaliation
Lessons taught
Sent to me in the form of my best friend
But to let that get in the way would be beyond foolish, detrimental to my walk
Lovers we became, what can I say?
I ran away to empty arms, unhappy endings, self-destructive and selfish becomings
He loved me. Always loved me
In the shadows…
An eye always watching, a voice always heard, an ear lent but never seen
Blinded with the devil riding me
I was a child walking unshielded
Class dismissed
Love was mine with GOD as my saviour…
Carried me to safety
True happiness was packaged and delivered
With one last gift to be given
An overwhelming feeling of completeness
Reassurance that I am headed North
There is no doubt that this is the man I should walk with
Ironically the only man on earth I can trust and follow…
After mirroring his every move during our first encounter
Makes me want to question my belief of reincarnation
I never want to lose him
He understands me like no other
Reads my every thought silently
He knows how deep my love is
So thankful to have him back
No bitterness. No revenge sought out.
Only the love that has been lurking on the sideline
Now in clear view
Front and center
A reunion in its purest and most beautiful form…
My best friend. My lover. My blessing. My all.
I’ts been a while. I’m back now as I’m happily consumed by my thoughts of you. A nonstop muse in my presence. It makes no sense, a self-acclaimed writer with the passion of a pulitzer prize winning novelist has been missing in action, how does this happen? Lack of inspiration? The meantime blues. Maybe. Baby. But I’m stagnant no more. I’m so sure that what we have is deserving of my words as they hit this paper. Like you hit me. Got me jotting rhyme schemes. You’re so special to me. And so…I switch up my style, hop scotch over the many genres. Free verse, burlesque or an ode to you. My dear, when you are near, its more than enough for inspiration. And so, I write again.
I was happily joining the rest of my hip hop class at my gym when I slipped, fell and proceeded to scream for a few moments…I felt my knee “pop” as my leg slid under all my weight behind my body. I feel water all over my leg and hear everyone yelling for someone to turn the music down…I tell everyone I’m ok even though I wasn’t and I let my teacher clean up the puddle under me. It looked like someone from the previous class spilled some water and nobody cleaned it up. Hmmm. When I got up and struggled to get myself to the car and get in my bed, the pain was terrible, it felt like my kneecap was loose. I rested for a day and it had gotten worse so I called my attorney and told him what happened. He had me see the best doctor in the area who thought I tore my acl, after my MRI was received he told me I completely tore my medial meniscus. Earlier, When asked where the pain was I responded the medial and back side of my knee, also felt mediating from my ankle to hip. So I was not surprised. He also told me I will be needing surgery. I will find out tomorrow when I will be scheduled for the procedure. I hope its very soon because yesterday I felt a painful “pop” in my knee again and I have been limping around for weeks. I’m going through workout withdraw syndrome and I can’t take the stairs! I can’t dance! And I will be broke off! I just started with the HR dept at my job and from sales to cust service to corporate recruiter is a great leap for 09 but I missed out on a promotion because I’m limping around like a crazy person lol at least I have a job where I don’t have to stand but I miss my active lifestyle and just to let everyone know tearing your medial meniscus is a pretty bad injury.
They take in her words like religion. Search for it. Feed on it. Love it. They see her as hope. They see her as truth. A voice to make the day easier.Her poems and random writing seem to fall off of their own tongues. She invades minds. Slowly but surely. She moves in like a hawk. She circles over the unwarry much like a vulture but does not wait for death. She finds her prey alive and well and she attacks. Shifting every chromosome to prepare them for the takeover. Her stuff is strong, powered by a force familiar to the mass. A friend to many. They watch as the mild mannered liquid brews to a boil. She’s dangerous. She is exposed. She talks and they listen as God speaks through her.
He fucks with my intelligence. Tells me that I’m ugly when I know that I’m not. He makes me want to do things I don’t enjoy doing. Makes me feel angry when nothing is wrong. Puts words in peoples mouths that will be hurtful to me. He smiles when I cry. Laughs when I fail, even harder when I don’t try. He’s a force to reckon with. A voice to cast out. He’s real. I’m surrounded. The devil does not always wear red. He mingles with your family and friends. He attends your school. He signs your check. Sitting on a shelf at your local library and speaking through your speakers. Boasting across the scrolling marquee on your favorite news program. Unfortunately he is a multi-tasker. He’s smart but I know someone smarter and more powerful. Someone who can hand pick people, things and circumstances that you need for personal growth and give them to you. Someone who also makes people say things, positive and uplifting things that are catered to you. He talks to you too…he tells you how beautiful and special you are. He holds your hand daily as you weather the storm, leading you to your destiny. He is real and he is at work. He smiles when you smile, cries when you cry. He protects you. He is GOD.
Should I say that he’s special? Should I summarize what we are? Maybe sweetly recap from day one? I might as well paint a picture of him and I walking together. Why not? With all this love inside of me, I will write for an hour or two. I should mention his beauty, because it runs so deep. He’s my friend. Shall I tell him that I cherish his friendship? I think I will. I decided to shun any hesitation to be the corny young gal that I have been blessed to be. I’ll write from my heart. I won’t rehearse. I’ll say “action” and see what happens. I’m excited. I know he’ll feel me. I feel me and he’s a lot like me so why not? I’ll have to tell him he’s the biggest, most beautiful surprise since election day when Obama took that! I didn’t expect to love him you know? I was just chilling. Learning. Moving. Grinding…He’s such a blessing. He makes me happy, or should I say he elevates the level of happiness. You know like happy on steroids in a perfect world where steroids just make you bigger and better without side effects. I don’t remember the last time someone made me laugh like him. It brings tears to my eyes. I mean I think I should at least mention it? He may think I’m used to this sort of treatment. I’ll make sure to mention my hurtful and educational past when I write him. I’ll let him know that I don’t care who he used to be or who he used to do.I could care less of his outlandish deeds, I love the finished product. I love that he treats me as I treat ME…pretty damn good. I’m going to tell him that I’m here for him. I’m here to listen, support, guide and follow. Damn I have a lot to write.
The fighter. The stronger sex? For that woman’s touch sometimes needed. To that soft voice capable of ending the greatest battles. Filled with emotion, love, compassion, patience and endurance. The reproducer. The carrier of life. Through struggles we “man-up” to the occasion. Through our own trials we always find time to help others, and are known to show to show love, even to those who hate us. We embrace ignorance that tends to come our way and live to educate. We are always there. Just look around or choose to close your eyes. Feel the warm energy a woman brings; And all we ask for is to be loved. To be appreciated. Cared for. Embraced. For someone to view the world through our eyes. Yearning for peace. Perfection through compassion. A Mother. A Sister. A Lover. A woman. God’s sweet gift to earth.
