Just Us

A dynamic duo; my partner in crime....a falling star saved by the wings of a black angel we glide.  Our back bone consists of the fights and arguments...the late nights lying in bed hearing her weep because of me.  Frustrated feelings from both parties contemplating separation...aggravated fingers attempt to transfer feelings and emotions onto thin blue lines that make up the topography of college rule paper.  Poems express our real life issues...no over exaggerated punch lines, just raw thoughts about the life of two people and a man that loves a woman that is working on her issues...all while taming a man with issues of his own.  Through the years we have grown and our souls have merged and our future becomes more and more sketched in stone.

Selfie

Selfie sticks and bathroom pics… social media have made it easier for the Trojan horse to infiltrate and project a picture that doesn’t have to be.  Women find themselves slave to a program that allows that somebody to become a nobody and where men quench their thirst feeding the ego of a persona that shouldn’t exist.  The watered down version of today’s woman has water logged the seed that was sewn and has not come to harvest.  Women are to get back to the carbon copy of the original queens…where self worth was a staple and the representation of themselves was worth more than the gold that they wore and they represented their kings well.