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Continuing with my year of self- discovery, self -care, and just doing what makes me happy. I have started some of the tasks that I suggested on my last post. I am back to share some poetry that I have jotted down over the last few months. They are very random pieces, inspired by my life throughout the last year or so. Remember I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my ish!

Tender Thoughts

The more I try not to think of you, the more I think of you.

How ironic.

How the butterflies and nerves turn into,

Warmth and yearning over time.

Thoughts. You’ve consumed mine.

No it doesn’t matter, as Lauryn sings.

The topic of my desires,

You.

Caught up in the rapture of your essence.

Sweep me away.

Images of you flashing through my mind,

Sharpening in on the glow in your eyes

When you’re passionately talking.

Dancing through time, welcoming it to

Stand still when we’re together.

When the dream becomes real and the

Fairytale doesn’t seem like just fiction.

Reality is finally the sweetest story

Because I’m sharing it with you.

Tender.

Open.

Blossoming.

Just like the sun,water,and, dirt nourishes the flower.

You’re every nutrient that I’ve ever needed.

Giddy. Blessed. Over the moon.

Because you’re my rose.

Deserve

That moment when you finally woke up.

When the clock ticked to the right minute

And the lightbulb clicked on.

When you see the you're worth is more

Than what you’ve decided you deserve.

When you’re tired of “No Good” and “Can’t get right”

No more looking through blurred lenses.

You deserve better.

You deserve love notes, just because you were on my mind notes.

Random phone calls just to say, I wanted to hear the smile that I put on your face.

You deserve hand holds, hugs at the right moments, gentle touches, and long kisses.

Love doesn’t settle, so why should you?

Love is action, its forward moving.

It’s I’m sorry.

It’s let’s work it out.

It’s there’s no one else I’d rather ride this wave with.

It’s we have just the right amount of crazy, to make this thang work.

Love is, you make me roll my eyes and smile at the same time.

It’s I seen you were feeling down and I thought you needed a laugh.

This is what you’re worthy of.

Not half told stories, full of effortless actions.

Not someone who dims your flame to light their fire.

No tic for tac or strikes to end the game.

Reality is, you deserve to get what’s coming to you.

And that’s a love that makes the second stand still.

Easy to Say

It’s easy to say, that I’ve been thinking of you.

My smile forms on its own, at just the thought of you.

Just smooth, easy, and effortless.

Like bright skies to warm sunsets.

You bring me the warmest feeling.

Soothing, comforting, and satisfying.

Like warm tea and a good book.

Your touch sends vibrations that I can’t control throughout my entire being.

Natural bliss, pleasure, and thrill.

Like discovering something new for the first time.

Natural, like the small sound of pleasure that escapes my lips at the first realization of your touch.

Taking in your scent, trying to commit it to memory.

Your essence, just a whiff, I savor it.

Tracking your movement as you trace the outline of my hands with yours.

Embracing, a soft graze, a quick brush against my skin.

Like the smoothest paint stroke against a beautiful portrait.

Laughing in sync and hearing your voice.

Like hearing my  favorite song and melody.

Taking it all in.

Catching your face, just as the moonlight hits it.

Mesmerized, entranced, and caught up.

Like watching an artist create a fine work of art.

It’s so easy to say now but hard to do.

I miss you.

To My Students

Yesterday I cried for you.

I shed a tear because I see greatness in you that you haven’t discovered yet.

When I look into your beautiful brown faces,

I see the future of the world.

I see a change maker.

I see brilliance and royalty.

I see a dream that tried to be deferred.

I see perseverance and dedication.

I see intelligence, innovation, and wild imaginations.

When I look into your amber eyes and your shining smile,

I see children that will grow into adults,

That will mold this nation into something better.

Something sturdier and more valuable.

I see young black children that can hold the world in their fingertips and shape

It into something greater than I’ve imagined. No MAGA.

Beautiful, black child.

Poised. Cultured. Trendsetter.

Mahogany, Chestnut, Honey hued Kings and Queens.

Opinionated, Loud, and Rough is how some may describe you.

Leader, Passionate, Fighter, and Bold is how I see you.

Yesterday I shed tears for your right now but today I shed tears for your potential.

I smile knowing that you can and will rise to the occasion.

You will walk the road less traveled.

You will set the example.

You will break records,

You will redefine success.

As I scan over your faces and images of beautiful shades of blackness, greet me.

I see that the future is in my classroom.

For that, you’ll always be worth crying for.

Earthly Living

This world we live in, is a constant reminder to stay above water.

In a split second things could change.

That path leading you up could take you down.

There’s a constant need to always be in control.

Sometimes it’s good to let go.

Let the tides move you whichever way they may.

Soak in the chill of something unfamiliar.

Sink deeper into the sand dunes of your thoughts.

They say that God will never give you more than you can bare.

Hold the load with both hands.

Don’t let the burdens trap you in their quick sands.

Press through. Push Through.

At the end of the day, God’s got you!
Always remember there is greater on the horizon.

Every sunset, is countered by a sun rise. Enjoy the view.

-Attendre