February 2, 2012 at 3:15 pm (1970's, art, beautiful, celebrate, greatness, soul, the way we were)
Although this month began on a sad note with the loss of Don Cornelius, we still have much to celebrate. Our brilliance, style and genius is still often imitated but never duplicated. I pray we finally learn to appreciate ourselves and the endless contributions we’ve made to the world.
We are black gold..we still shine!
May 18, 2010 at 8:56 pm (love, sigh, the way we were)
the last time I kissed you
your eyes were open
did you say goodbye and I forgot to leave?
when did you stop loving me?
was it one morning while I brushed my teeth?
did you decide that I didn’t brush long enough?
my smile not bright enough to hold your gaze anymore?
when did you pull your heart away from mine?
was my back turned at the time?
when did you press rewind?
it’s like you don’t remember meeting me
like our story was never written
like we never existed
you made me notice you
I gave in willingly
walked on your promises strewn at my feet like rose petals
I trusted in your care
who you are now is not the person I knew then
so far from whom I gave my body and soul
had I known that would be our last kiss I would have lingered
reminding your mouth with mine of vows unspoken and love declared
I would have held you to my breasts longer so you could hear our heartsong play
I would have done anything to prove to you that we work, we still fit
we don’t kiss anymore
I miss your mouth
I wonder if you ever miss mine
last we kissed
this time my eyes were open
perfunctory, your lips brushed my cheek
I searched for you in your gaze but you’re already gone
your hand no longer in my grasp
the disconnect apparent in your walk
your stride has changed because I’m missing from your side
I’m missing from your inside
I feel the void deeper than you’ll ever know
the hole you left hurts like hell
it’s hard to breathe
you were my air
no longer left breathless by passion of our last kiss
I’m just left breathless
standing here
watching you leave again
my empty hands holding the piece of me you’ve returned
thought I needed you so I could live
my mistake
the truth is what I need is in me
so you can go
I’ll be fine
my tears will dry
my heart will mend
trust that my show will go on
excuse me while I take my bow, exit stage right and live
could someone play my theme music please…”I’m a survivor, I’m gonna make it…”
Standing ovation
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