Post-Racial my a**!!

I had a dream..but I woke up and realized that what I thought I heard
was not the reality of my existence,
see, while we talk about how we can drink out of water fountains, and sit at the front of the bus...
the watershed was never turned...
political rhetoric has tilled up american's bad soil...
blooming weeds of hate and bigotry....
fertilized with money and self-gain...
calling it eminent domain..
Post racial my a**
I thought that we overcame, until I realized that
when I woke up, my feet were shackled in chains bedazzled with swavorski crystals
and my hands mounted to a gold bed post...
See when I was given an inch, they took a mile and
disguised it as the path to freedom...
Only to realize that the path was a loop to the past..
Post-racial my a**
I thought I was appreciated..
But continued images of me as a sexual object,
contradicts my accomplishments...
they hand me an award congratulating me for
playing a role that wasn't necessarily fictional but...
I'd like to say to the academy,
Post-racial my a**...
I thought that I was well-recieved when I was accepted to an institution of higher learning
Only to find that the higher I learned, the more I was reminded of
the educational battle that will cause sleepless nights, early mornings and a conversation...
So what do I say to those people who think that we are
in a post-racial society...
Post-racial my a**!!!
Choke holds and throat woes
Hands up with no folds
They smoke those who smoke blows,
then stuff their body with comic foes,
We post pics and of demeaning flicks, but
don't pitch proposals that  ignite a cause of
action  inflicting a response for the afflicted,
So for those who think that not reacting is action,
Ignoring is a distraction..
I say post-racial my a**.

Atlantic of separation

Crying seems like a waste of emotion,

that could be reserved for the time that we meet again,

Technology has allowed for continued communication,

but complicates our situation,

Your purposeful absence makes it seem worth it,

but I feel selfish at times because you should be

here sweeping me off my feet

and using the carpet as transportation

to a whole new world...

I can't deny that I don't feel a certain way

when you hang up the phone,

abandoned once again until I hear your ringtone..

Just hearing I love you, 

has a bigger impact then a tsunami hitting the coast

The ocean might separate our minds, 

but our hearts will be forever intertwined.

Separated but forever together..

Known since birth with given names
Played around sandboxes and merry go rounds
Played the same games with lames
Only to finding love to blame
Passing each other by without a glance
Never considering giving us a chance
All it took was an agreed moment
Determing that what we were looking for
Wasn't lost or hidden
But camouflaged by time and broken hearts...
We found patience and the perfect mate
In the perfect storm by the perfect escape
Destined by two best friends with similar plights
Followed different paths for their offspring
To end up at the final destination

My Life is Purposefully Driven

My life is Purposefully driven
My drive is Progressively accelerating
My acceleration has Provided influence
My influence has emPowered the people
My people have Prayed for peace
My peace has Permitted my ability
My ability has allowed me to Proceed
My Procession has Patiently Promised to Prepare me for
MY LIFE'S PURPOSE!

I take the blame

If blood stops flowing to my heart from all of this heartache,
don't blame yourself,
blame me,
Blame me for agreeing to this
when any other time I am indecisive
blame me for not walking away,
and not given it a second thought
blame me for allowing this to manifest
into something bigger than the both of us
blame me for taking you seriously
when love to me was a joke,
blame me for allowing you to make a woman out of me,
when my maturity didn't step up to the plate
blame me for contractually cooperating
when I don't sign anything without reading it first
blame me for looking in into your eyes
and seeing a part of you that was reserved
blame me for for taking you to level of jaded reality
when we both know we don't live in the matrix
blame me for allowing you to love someone else
when your love is monotheistic
blame me for falling in love
when the result is me pointing the finger at myself.....
So don't blame yourself......
I take the blame.....

-Niesha

What would happen if?

Your ringtone throws me off…

Off into a world of what would happen if

What if God’s plan was for two souls to meet

And create a Barack & Michelle moment,

But wait a moment, Coretta has her King

But all I have is a dream,

Singing….Day dreamin and I’m thinking of you, Day dreamin and I'm thinking of you..

Thinking of what would happen if,

What if you were Jacob and I Rachael,

and we recreated one the greatest love stories in the bible,

but like Rachael, I would die after giving birth to this forbidden obsession, that has me bound and directionless

But I love you.....and you love me too so.... LOVE CONQUERS ALL, RIGHT

But our love is not on a battlefield boo....
We're not fighting for it to be recognizable, just for it to be understood

 You have given me something that can't ever be taken away, and that is a glimpse of how my future should be with a man in it and God's plan for it, 

My mama always told me that "you can't help who you fall in love with"..

But what if I'd helped myself to someone else's love...

They say that love hurts, but damn I didn't think that pain was a symptom,

Like a cancer in remission, it keeps coming back, slowly eating away at a part of my heart that was reserved just for you ....

....there is no amount of oxycodone that can make this pain tolerable...

My affliction comes from me not knowing if I or you will one day have this epiphany and 

say it's over, we both knew what it was.....

We agreed that this is not real,  just a figment of our imagination.. or better yet a TV reality show, starring us and an Atlanta Housewife....

Like Donald's Trump birther movement,

Our love just may be that immature, or prematurely irrelevant,

Though I would be remised if I still didn't wonder what would happen if,

What if W.E.B Dubois’ Talented Tenth had twelve

And we would be the plus two minus the third wheel,

But for real, I am addicted baby

Like an addict I’m feenin for my fix, that removes my guilt

Of allowing exposure to the other me....

What if the vision took a U-turn away from the purpose and..

The multiplication of our circumstance divided the people..

The Declaration of Independence says “We the People”..

But by declaring what is there, have we amended our right to love

To speak what shouldn’t be spoken, like "I Love you" or

To hear what shouldn’t be heard, like your heartbeat, or

To see what shouldn’t be seen, like your apologetic eyes, or

To feel what shouldn't be felt, like heartache, yet still I am wondering

What would happen if....

We woke up from this pleasant nightmare,

And all we had, are those what if’s....

A letter of appreciation

Thank you for your encouragement when I didn't feel like being encouraged

Thank you for your honesty when truthfulness seemed distant

Thank you for your humor when I didn't feel like laughing

Thank you for your wisdom, when I felt like I knew it all

Thank you for your conversation, when my text didn't get my tone

Thank you for your patience, when my urgency was a factor

Thank you for your insight, when my sight was limited

Thank you for your touch, when I lacked the feeling

Thank you for your ignorance on subjects that were unfamiliar

Thank you for your time, when you had none

Thank you for your kiss, when I forgot how bliss felt

Thank you for your knowledge, when I needed a reference

Thank you for your eyes, when I needed to recognize success

Thank you for your humility when degrees can jade reality

Thank you for your love when, my heart only functioned for the sole purpose of keeping me alive

Thank you for allowing me to show you appreciation