Deeper Than Face Value

She’d have to be a Queen

Because when I look in the mirror all I see royalty

Royal is he, the man that I see because

He expects nothing but the best from the image in which seems to

Peirce his soul and look deep into his dreams

So she’d HAVE to be a Queen

Naw purple aint gotta be her favorite color but

Id expect more to come out her mouth than “hmm baby what color do you think I should get my nails”

Regal with her dialect and intellectual with her speech

Never overstepping each other’s power, because we’d rule…together

She’d have to be a Queen

Cause you see, growing up my Dad always had my Mom

Black spaded and clubbed Kings always had their Queens

Chess wouldn’t be the same without the famous couple

And neither would checkers

The games wouldn’t exist…without a Queen

A counterpart made in the image of the King

Not pressed to be just like him but powerful in her own way

And like that of a chess board, she’d stand by my side

So It’s obvious to me

She’d have to be a Queen

But that was wayyy back then when

Queens were born and seldomly made and

Princesses were given the crown to take up the throne

But us?.....

We live in time where, welfare was created to

Break black homes

Moms knowing that the ONLY way that check would come in the mail

Is if pops was no longer around..…

So homes became broken like

Bottle caps sitting empty on

Street corners where love isn’t felt no more

Places where little girls have no father figures so they

Look up to the boy that only wants to look up and hook up

With whatever is under that skirts

Heartbroken…dreams crushed…

This is why self worth is important because

If she were only to look in that mirror and see royalty

Royal is she, the woman that she sees because

She expects nothing but the best from the image in which seems to

Peirce her soul and look deep into her dreams

Expecting much…and never settling for less

She'd think of herself as a Queen

She wrote

"I love him but...
We have been together for ONLY a year and
I already hurt when I go to bed at night
Yes those sweet pillow talks that often rolled into
Sun rise mornings were great at first but
Now I hurt so much to the point that
Sleeping on my left side is as impossible as
Getting my point through to him
Because his temper is short...
Dynamite euphoria.."

She wrote

"Yes the way he used to touch me was unlike any other but
Now tht sweet skin contact is replaced with
Horrible black bruises and
Somehow I keep telling myself that
"Things will get better"
If I just..Do a better job and
Follow what he says I wont make him so mad
After all thats what love IS, right??"

Memoirs of the physically abused
Dead letters of the sweet girls that choose
....to stick around
No the logic isn't sound because they think
LOVE has been found..
So far under that false emotional influence that
They fail to hear the oncoming horn that
keeps blowing they're mind
Head on collision may cause more than just
Heart break

She wrote

"It's starting to get hard to hide these
Bruises that mark my outside and
I just KNOW my friends see them from time to time
But not one has said a word
Instead they chose to bring up random topics just to
Break that awkward silence
And I don't blame them for not speaking up and asking
I never tell just like they never ask
Its true when they say you are the company you keep
Id call us Silence Incorporated"

She wrote

"I used to be turned on by your passion
The way you got so mad that you
Punched and kicked walls but
Not once did it cross my mind that
You would substitute those walls with me
Some day I'll build enough courage to
Tell someone who can help me escape this
Domestic reconstruction of my
Physical...
Emotional AND Mental make up"

Poetic cries in a journal that go unsaid
But the context of the situation changed
...When she was found dead....
Because once it starts it rarely ends
Only if she would have told her family
Or even, just a friend
But instead all that's left
If what She wrote

So since we are on the topic of love (This week being Valentine's Day), I thought I'd write according to the theme. A lot of people have different interpretations of what "love" is them personally. Whether it be a group of emotions, feelings, sense of emotional high, or bubble gut euphoria. Love has its most concrete definition in the most commonly read book around. The Bible

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud" -1 Corinthians 13:4

It is always IDEAL to experience what we think to be "love" and compare it to the scripture. But not always does the experience match the literature. I personally have experienced my share of this "love". But I also, just like every one else in this world, have a personal interpretation on what love means to me.

Oct 22, 2006 I was first introduced to "love". It's true origin was a good month and a half before but, That was the day I started dating my first love. Never before (or after) in my LIFE had I worked that hard to be with a girl. Fighting all adversity, Transportation issues (back then I ain't drive lol), Parental Disagreements, and other issues. I put in WORK. And from the outside looking in, some females would say I was running "game". But in a males prospective, it's seen as "work". A man personally wont put TIME into anything he doesn't feel will benefit or at least have chance of success..When it comes to relationships, once a man's vulnerability is met halfway, an investment begins to be made.

I experienced love at is rawest form. Never before that time, did I ever put such a word with such an indescribable emotion. I say all this to say this, Love to ME, is at its best when its the very first time. Yea things happen the way they did and you and your first may not still be together. But i feel like after your first love, every love after is just a subconscious corrective state of the love before, in the pursuit to obtain a love that "feels" right.

Yes love is different with each person you experience it with, but how would you even know what love is if you would have never experienced your first love..How would you know what love is and isn't if it wasn't for your first. And we wonder why the connection with our first is so deep and often the hardest to detach from.

Just food for thought.... Peace&LOVE

STUDENTS OF JOHNSON C SMITH UNIVERSITY:

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Thank you
Be Bless

Hey for all of those who follow my work and enjoy reading my poetry.
This is a new poem I've titled "Beautiful (BE-A-U-TI-FUL)".. I love the fact that I have a blog, because it give me a venue to explain my work and allow you to dig deeper into the though process behind the product sooo...I hope you enjoy =)

Beauty is a word that I wrestle with ALOT. Its all manufactured off of perception. How a person perceives another and what is considered "pleasing" in one's eye sight. How we determine what is "pleasing" is all in the method of comparison. We constantly SEE in the media what is TOLD to us to be "Beautiful"...Actresses and Media icons give us some kind of "measuring stick" as to exactly what we perceive "beauty" to be. The hard part is learning that beauty is something that has to be a person opinion thats placed personally on one's self. Once you began to see yourself as Beautiful, comparisons won't matter. What is being fed isn't abstaining mentally.

But without further adieu,

"Beautiful (BE-A-U-TI-FUL)"

Beauty in this world is as misconceptualized as the thought of America
“The prettiest people do the ugliest things”
Lowering to one night stands and college flings
Because standards were set high before self confidence even began
Subconscious ambitions from perspective opinions
We only yearn for what’s “in”
Like a new fad or dying trend
I’ll take me ah, Red bone, long hair,
Slim figure with eyes lighter than the norm
Hey excuse me miss!...You are…Beautiful??
Having qualities that give great pleasure
Or satisfaction to see…
Or at least that’s what they TOLD me
With my third eye in which I named heart
Im able to look past what’s not “pleasing”
And call it… art…
Philosophies on Beauty fill endless pages or dying paper
Aristotle…Plato…And Socrates
Opinions in which all equate equal to what we see
And perceive to be…Beauty
He said, she said.. glamorous magazine spread..
Extra Extra, come get what’s being FED
Beauty can be found in the indulgement of the ill -literature
Not thinking twice about biased viewpoints backed by personal experience
And we wonder why there are so many self conscious people
Because earlier on in her life she always used to hear
Just how beautiful she was
Infiltrating past her maturing self confidence
It always used to make her feel good when people used to TELL HER
Kinda like a substandard photosynthesis
A process that converts compliments into sugars that
Fed her..Self-Esteem…Creating polluted thoughts
That later kill her confidence..
Forgetting that powerlessness is only a state of the mind
And as long as she stay stuck in her “box” mentality
She would fail to see
Outside of what’s holding her in captivity
Only if she knew that BEAUTIFUL
Is all about BEing A U TI the FULlest
No carbon copies, Xerox, or repeat
It’s true when they say Beauty is in what we see
But I want you to ask
Do I see beauty….in me??....


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Relationship Relationships Relationships
Almost everyone has been involved in a "Relationship"

Girl falls for Boy (Or vice versa), Infatuation, Emotions, Sex, Confrontation, Love, Heart Ache, Heart break, Rehab.

Thats pretty much how almost all relationships go..We've been through it all..But I've realized just how much I may run emotionally on "Autopilot"

Auto Pilot - The ability to act and react emotionally without human assistance or mass quantities of contemplation.

I'm not quite sure if its just me, but not a lot impresses me anymore. I feel as though I've seen it all before. Personalities all clash and seem too similar. No matter the complexion, nationality, age, home town, height, or body type. Because after looking past the external, most things all seem the same. I'm not caught of guard, surprised or even shocked any more..

I haven't been excited about the "pursuit" since my first. Ever since then things just seem like a chase just to taste that feeling of that first. So new..So pure..So raw..No matter HOW that first ended, the feeling for most is the same.. Pure...And most of us think and believe that first amazing feeling to be love. And honestly most of us haven't felt a feeling that great since.

Thats why so many females stay in the cycle of being hurt by men..And so many dudes see no point of "relations INSIDE of a relationship"...Because it all seems the same..Difference is once you grow old and mature, you find someone that you can get along with.. Someone nice that will be their for you like you will them..Support system..Number 1 fan..Question is, is that love...Or "adaptation"..aka "settling"..Im sure if most people were asked if they could have their first love (fixed and working smoothly) over the relationship they in now, most people would pick their first love lol...

Maybe thats just how life works though...All a learning experience..Thats probably why I function on Autopilot..