Just For Today

I want nothing on my mind,

I just don’t want to think about anything.

It’s a terrible day to do such a thing.

I’m just having one of those days.

You know about those days, right?

It’s perfectly normal to have these days, right?

It just feels like I have them all the time.

I just have days of wanting to feel nothing,

When I’m feeling everything.

Why do I have these days?

What’s wrong with me?

No, nothing is wrong with me, right?

It’s just one of those days, right?

I just have to get through today.

Just deal with it all today.

Just for today.

Far, Far Away

I wonder about our future together,

I wonder if we’re meant to last forever,

I wonder to avoid the harsh reality,

I slip down the rabbit hole,

And I know I shouldn’t get lost like Alice in Wonderland

But I can’t help it,

Wondering is just another way of avoiding.

I should just talk to you

And tell you how I feel,

But I can’t do such a thing,

I’m too afraid to do such a trivial thing,

Yet I act like I’m so big, bold and strong

When I’m a really a cowardly lion in Oz.

There’s no place like you,

Yet I want to be in a world of pure imagination,

A place like Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory

Full of sweets and all my desires,

Can that really be a better paradise than you?

There’s no way of knowing without going,

Yet I don’t want to be far from you,

I don’t want to be far from home,

But it’s too late,

I’m already far, far away.

An Undesirable Gem in America

My people are an undesirable gem in America.

We’re special and priceless,

But worthless in America,

Unless we’re submissive to the rules of America,

No matter how unfair or unreasonable they are to us.

We have to shut up and be grateful.

Shut up and America will treat us right on their own time.

Shut up or America will tear gas us.

Shut up or America will shoot us without hesitation.

Shut up or America will suffocate us,

So that we can’t breathe.

All we have to do is shut up,

Then we’ll be worthy of America’s conditional love.

After all, America is known as the land of the free,

Yet my people have never seen freedom in America.

We have only seen enslavement, torture, persecution and abuse,

That never ends because of the color of our black skin.

Police officers must be happy they can choose when to be blue.

Police officers can be free whenever.

That form of freedom must be nice.

Don’t we have a right to fight for freedom?

Don’t we have a right to want more?

Don’t we have a right to want a better future?

Don’t we have a right to matter?

No, that’s too much in America.

We’re asking for too much in America.

America would like it better if we didn’t ask at all.

Is that too much to ask?

America wonders.

Meanwhile, America’s other gem can do whatever they want,

Thanks to the color of their white skin.

They don’t have to worry about basic human rights.

They don’t have to worry about freedom.

They don’t have to worry about mattering.

America loves them.

They can protest little inconveniences like wearing a mask.

They can even storm and terrorize the Capitol Building,

Simply because an election did not go their way.

No repercussions will come their way.

America will think about them.

America will see the hurt that they’re going through.

America will be patient with them.

America will be kind to them.

America will listen.

America will hope to alleviate the pain and stop the crying,

Because they matter.

I wish for my people to matter to America.

I wish America could see my people’s priceless worth.

I wish my people can have the privileges of the other gem.

I pray my people never forget we are priceless and special.

We are black and proud,

We are worthy of freedom and love in this country.

We have to remember and know our worth and beauty,

Despite being an undesirable gem in America.

Letting You Go

I thought that it would be impossible to let you go.

It’s a miracle that I was able to do so.

You always had me itching and wanting your attention and love.

You were medicine for me.

It’s a fact,

I can’t lie about that.

You were a drug that gave me a special kind of high,

Yet you were also a drug that was detrimental to my mind, body and soul.

You were a goddess in my eyes.

I worshipped you without hesitation.

I believed in you with determination,

When I should’ve known that you were a false idol.

I never had a chance,

I was lost in your trance.

I was hypnotized by your physical beauty.

I fantasized about you,

When I knew that I should’ve kept my distance.

But you would not allow it.

You depended on me.

You told me I was a comfort for you.

You told me I was reassurance for you.

You told me I was an angel to you.

You told me I was the sweetest and kindest to you.

You told me I was somebody that you could count on.

You told me I was so much for you,

Yet you were so little for me.

You were never going to let me go.

You intended to keep me as your prisoner,

But I longed for freedom.

It was tiring and exhausting to be with you.

I had to give you so much,

And you were content in giving me so little.

That was never going to change.

You envisioned a future with me.

You had these big plans and dreams for us,

But they were not meant to be.

Disappointments, heartache and hurt was our future.

You tried to tell me that things would get better between us.

You tried to tell me that you were going to change.

At that point,

I knew that they were just mere words.

I could finally tell.

You did not mean any of those words you spoke to me.

They were just lies to keep me under your spell.

I had a chance at love with you,

But I knew that it was not going to be real love.

It would have been an illusion with you.

I even had this delusion that you loved me in your own way.

Maybe I just needed to take a chance with you

And hope you would change in time.

Sadly, I could not trust in chance and hope.

I had to trust the evidence.

I had to let you go.

Smile and Have a Glad Heart

Proverbs 15: 13-15 AMP

“A heart full of joy and goodness makes a cheerful face, But when a heart is full of sadness the spirit is crushed. The mind of the intelligent and discerning seeks knowledge and eagerly inquires after it, But the mouth of the stubborn fool feeds on foolishness. All the days of the afflicted are bad, But a glad heart has a continual feast regardless of the circumstances”

‭‭Proverbs is one of my favorite books in the Bible because it teaches wisdom, inner peace, your relationship with God and the pursuit to happiness. I try to read Proverbs daily because it gives me the right mindset to have on my best and worst days.

In times when life seems grey and there seems to be no color or joy in it, we have to remember to smile and have a glad heart in any circumstance we’re in because radical gratitude leads to growth and change. How can your situation change or get better when you’re stuck and focused on the negatives? It’s impossible because stubbornness and fixation on the negatives keep you in the same, terrible place mentally and spiritually.

Remembering to smile and having a glad heart also leads to deeper, stronger, long-lasting relationships with others and God. You never know what someone else is going through or what they need in their lives. By just having a positive attitude and a glad heart, you’re healing and nurturing to them in ways you never expected. You’re there for them by simply being a constant positive part of their lives.

In the end, Kirk Franklin said it best, “You look so much better when you smile” 😊.

https://www.bible.com/1588/pro.15.13-15.amp

Dream Girls: Part Ten

I’m alone right now in scorching heat.

I’m laying down, and I can’t move.

I’m in a place of hurt and pain.

Wait, have I been here before?

This feels all too familiar.

 

I look around and see that I’m in a desert.

Brown sand is all around me,

No other colors are in sight.

I look up and the sky is blue with white clouds,

And the sun looks like a yellow light bulb.

It’s bright and intense.

The sky is strangely so familiar to me as well.

I feel like I’ve been here before,

But there’s just something missing.

Something that’s not making me see this place clearly enough.

 

Pain starts to intensify in my body.

My throat is swelling up,

Breathing is a struggle.

The yellow sun is baking me to a crisp,

The brown sand is only getting hotter and crueler to my skin,

I’m paralyzed,

I desperately need to be saved.

 

I hear footsteps in the sand coming towards me.

They get closer and closer,

I’m not sure if I should scared or relieved.

I’m not sure if I will be punished or saved by the person walking towards me.

To my surprise, a woman in a white robe stands above me.

She’s a beautiful and a sight to behold.

I want to beg her to help me,

But I can’t do such a thing.

My throat is swollen,

And excruciating suffering is trickling down my body.

I’m helpless,

And I can only depend on the woman in the white robe.

 

The woman in the white robe stares at me.

She smiles at me and pulls something out of her robe.

They are red sunglasses.

She kneels down to my level and puts them on my face.

She whispers in my ear that I must see and gently kisses my cheek.

Then, the woman in white robe walks away from me.

 

I don’t understand why she left me.

How could she not save me?

What did she mean that I must see.

I look around and recognize that this place is different.

The red sunglasses changed this place.

I’m now surrounded by black sand.

I look up and the sky is red with pink clouds,

And the sun looks like a big, white light bulb.

I kinda hear water and waves crashing somewhere in the distance,

Am I near an ocean?

Am I actually not at a desert, but somewhere else?

Everything turns black.

 

I wake up from a strange, yet familiar dream.

I can’t help but remember.

I thought I was at a desert,

But I’m not sure anymore.

I might have been somewhere else.

Yet, there’s something I can’t help but wonder

Why was I not saved by the dream girl?

 

This is the end of part ten of the Dream Girls series. Be sure to like, share or comment your thoughts on this poem.

There are more parts in this Dream Girls series, but I have decided that part ten will be the last part I post and share with you all for now. Thank you to those that have been reading and following along with this series, it means a lot to me. Hope you enjoyed it!

 

 

 

Dream Girls: Part Nine

I find myself on top of a building.

I look around and there are no other buildings in sight.

No door to be found,

Just a colorful sky with clouds all around,

And the loving sun staring directly at me.

The sunlight touches my face so gently and sweetly.

Yet, I know I can’t embrace the sun forever.

 

I rush to edge of the building,

Hoping to see a bottom or a way out.

Once I make it to the edge,

I look down and see more clouds.

How high in the sky am I?

Or am I dead and this is simply Heaven?

I can’t know for sure.

I just know that I’m trapped on this building.

 

I turn around, and there’s a woman in front of me.

She’s wearing a yellow dress,

And she has two doves on her right shoulder.

One black and one white.

I can’t see her face at all.

She’s wearing a blue mask with a blank face.

 

She slowly walks towards me,

I’m nervous and not sure what’s going to happen next.

She’s now in front of me.

The black and white doves fly off her shoulder,

And they descend down the building.

The woman in the blue mask looks at me.

She gets close to me and embraces me.

She whispers in my ear to listen, see and be not afraid.

She then pushes me off the building.

 

I’m falling fast,

The wind is a powerful force against me,

It’s a battle between me and the sky.

Terror is taking control over my body.

I’m screaming and crying,

My heart is pumping faster and faster each second.

Breathing is a struggle now,

What must I do to be saved?

Everything turns black.

 

I wake up from a strange dream.

I was falling from the sky.

A typical dream that I think a lot of people have.

Yet, there’s just something I still can’t figure out though.

Why did she push me off a building?

Why did the dream girl want me to fall?

 

This is the end of part nine of Dream Girls! Be sure to like, share and comment your thoughts on this poem!

I will posting and sharing part ten of Dream Girls on Wednesday. This will be the last part that I will be sharing with you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream Girls: Part Eight

I find myself sitting on a railroad track.

Next to me is an unconscious woman all tied up on the tracks.

I look at her strangely because she’s wearing a black dress.

She’s beautiful,

Yet there’s something familiar about her.

There’s a strange fear that I have about her.

I don’t know how to explain it,

I’m just scared of her.

 

I look around and recognize that I’m in a strange world.

There’s no color in sight.

Everything is black and white.

The sky is grey,

The sun is white,

The trees that surround this railroad track are black.

Where are the colors in this strange world?

Am I truly in a gray world?

 

I look down and notice that I’m wearing a gold watch.

Why is this the only thing in color?

I wonder,

But I quickly notice that it’s broken.

The glass is cracked and the hands are not moving at all.

Why would I be wearing such a watch?

 

I hear something coming in the distance.

My brain can’t really figure out what it is.

The vibrations on the track show that it’s a force to be reckoned with.

It’s powerful,

And it’s coming towards me.

I quickly see in the distance that it’s a purple, speeding train.

 

I have a minute to get off of these tracks.

I stand up about to leave.

Then, I hear the woman in the black dress waking up.

She’s scared and has no idea what’s going on.

She sees me and begs me to help her.

As she’s begging for me to save her,

I see her sharp, fanged teeth.

 

I’m confused and don’t know what to do.

I’m scared of her,

But I admire her so much.

I recognize that this is not a simple decision.

She must be tied up for a reason.

Maybe this was my doing or someone else did this for a reason,

I have no idea.

Yet, she doesn’t deserve such a gruesome fate.

Maybe she’s a poor victim or maybe I’m meant to save her,

I have no idea.

 

The purple train is only seconds away now.

I have to make a decision.

Otherwise, death will take us both.

I don’t know what to do.

Everything turns black.

 

I wake up from a scary dream.

I’m breathing heavy, and I’m a little worried.

I’m worried because I don’t remember how the dream ended.

Did I allow the locomotive to take her life?

Or did I save the dream girl?

 

This is the end of part eight of the Dream Girls series. Be sure to like, share and comment your thoughts on this poem!

Also, do you think I saved the dream girl or allowed her to get run over by a train? Let me know in the comments!

I will be posting and sharing part nine and ten next week on Monday and Wednesday!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream Girls: Part Seven

I find myself sitting on a black boulder alone in a forest.

I’m also wearing some red sunglasses.

It’s weird seeing such a red world.

I look up at the sky and see a storm is brewing.

Clouds have taken over the sky.

I imagine that they are gray.

Light is nowhere in sight.

Thunder is rumbling loud and proud.

Letting its voice be heard.

 

The wind is a force to be reckoned with.

It’s wrestling with the tall, oak trees.

They’re fighting and trying to stand their ground,

But they are no match for the wind.

The wind is persistent with one goal in mind,

The wind simply wants to bring these beautiful trees down.

It has all the time in the world to do so.

The wind also has the river under its control.

The river no longer has a smooth, rhythmic flow.

It has no control anymore.

The wind is the river’s composer now,

It’s orchestrating a new flow for the river.

A flow that is chaotic and destructive.

 

Although I am lost, I am not afraid.

It’s a weird feeling to have.

This is a place that is all too familiar with me.

This is a place where I can view paradise.

This is a place of relaxation.

This is a place of pure imagination.

I wish I could be here forever.

I want that more than anything.

 

Behind me, I hear a tree branch break.

I turn around and my red sunglasses fly off my face.

They somehow end up in the river,

And they are far from my grasp.

They are lost and forgotten now.

 

I look back behind me,

And I see a woman next to some bushes and trees.

We were only a few feet away from each other.

I remember her all too well.

She’s wearing some blue jeans and a white t-shirt.

She’s also wearing a gold watch.

I look at her face and notice that she’s crying.

She takes off the gold watch and throws it on the ground.

Then, she runs away from me and goes deeper into the forest.

 

I quickly get up to chase after her.

I make it to the spot she was just at and see the gold watch.

I pick it up and see that it’s broken.

Time is all messed up on it.

 

The wind gets more aggressive,

Trees start falling like dominoes.

Thunder is getting louder,

And the clouds are getting darker.

The storm is finally here.

I feel like I should stay here in this place,

This is where I wanna be.

But I must go after her.

She needs me, I know it.

So, I go deeper into the woods,

And run away from a place that brought me peace and tranquility.

In hopes to find her, my true serenity.

Everything turns black.

 

I wake up from a strange dream.

I don’t remember too much about it.

I think I was in a forest.

The forest kind of reminded me of a girl I once knew.

I can’t stop thinking about her.

I wouldn’t mind if she was in my dreams honestly.

She would definitely be a great dream girl.

 

This is the end of part seven of the Dream Girls series. Be sure to like, share and comment your thoughts on this poem!

I will be posting and sharing part eight of Dream Girls on Monday!

 

Dream Girls: Part Six

I’m sitting next to a woman on a black boulder in a vast forest.

I look around us and discover the priceless scenery that surrounds us.

The sun is slowly setting,

And it’s providing the sky with an array of colors.

A slight breeze is quietly touching us.

It means us no harm.

It’s only meant to provide us a sound mind.

We’re also in front of a sparkling river.

The rapid flow of the river is pleasing to the ears.

Birds are tweeting and singing in the air,

As well as in the tall, grand, oak trees.

 

All the sounds in this forest provide a perfect harmony.

It’s orchestrated to perfection.

I’m thankful for this pure symphony.

I never want it to end.

They provide a music you don’t often hear so clearly.

It reminds me of another place.

I can’t think of the specific place,

It’s hard to remember it.

But I know that it’s a place of pure imagination.

I wish I could go back to it.

 

I shake the thought out of my head and look at the woman.

She’s beautiful,

And I instantly recognize her.

I can’t help but look at her with loving eyes.

She’s exactly how I remembered her.

She’s wearing some blue jeans and a white t-shirt,

It was always her go-to outfit.

But I notice two unfamiliar items on her.

She is wearing a broken gold watch.

The glass is cracked and the hands are not moving at all.

Time is not moving.

On her face are some red aviator sunglasses.

They look nice on her,

But I wish that she wasn’t wearing them.

They’re almost covering her whole face.

Plus, I can’t really see her eyes.

I always loved staring into her eyes.

It was always easy to get lost in them.

 

We belong together,

Especially in this forest.

I can’t imagine any other place being better than this forest.

Surely, this is where we must be.

Can we be here together forever?

I know it’s not realistic,

But one must hope and dream, right?

 

Wait, am I dreaming right now?

No, I can’t be dreaming.

I remember this place all too well with her.

This has to be a real moment with her, right?

 

I look at the woman next to me and beg for an answer.

She looks back at me and smiles.

She takes off her red sunglasses and puts them on my face.

I don’t understand.

I now see a red world.

She giggles and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.

Then, she whispers don’t run away.

Everything turns black.

 

This is the end of part six of the Dream Girls series. Be sure to like, share and comment your thoughts on this poem.

I will be posting and sharing part seven of Dream Girls on Thursday!