Figments of Imagination

Been giving thought to the emptiness, the shadows of a being I dreamt up perfectly for me, it seems she doesn't exist, a figment of my imagination, stagnant. Immoveable. Lonely determination with lack of knowledge and education to obtain what I deserve and so I starve continually hungry for affection, for intimacy, for love, for a companion, but not just any warm body but someone perfect for me, someone who compliments my personality and I theirs, heirs together in spiritual royalty, I've asked God to bring her to me to reveal her to me, but those I see as potential are taken from from me, or far away geographically and I feel that though I should be a hot commodity I am pushed further back on the shelf like an outdated piece of grocery, a dented can, damaged goods, doomed to be trashed, I rehash my past and see the choices I've made, I see that path that I've laid, I see the mess that I've made, and now I sit in this dank Dark cave alone and afraid that she's not out there and this picture that I've painted in my head is the proof that I'm insane.

My Colored Girls!

Tears filled my heart, blood rushed to my head, inside 4 a moment those colored girls were dead, in the light of darkness I smiled cause MY colored girls were alive, my colored girls walk with their heads high striving in all things to reach the skies, my colored girls know that only 1 man is truly worthy of them, my colored girls know how to love Him, my colored girls shed tears of sadness, they also shed tears of joy, my colored girls are stronger than the colored boys, my colored girls take their education seriously, my colored girls obtain multiple degrees, my colored girl sweat through the heat, glistening in the sunlight of their effervescent beauty, my colored girls are bi-lingual, tu habla espanol, mi colores ninas son latinas, they dance the salsa meringue, my colored girls let their hips glide and sway, they strut in their high heels and pumps, their full lips and thick hips Speak volumes of feminity misconstrued by colored boys as sexuality, my colored girls demand respect undeniably, look but don't touch unless given permission my colored girls carry smith & wesson, will gladly and proudly teach you a valuably lesson, yes my colored girls make mistakes too indeed they are human just like me and you but my colored girls wear a crown of glory, went from slaves to mammies, from servants to winning emmy's and grammy's, my colored girls remain strong, my colored girls weather all storms, my colored girls take care of the Men that show them love the same love as the kings of kings and lord of lords shows, my colored girls don't hate on men they strive to be among them along side them only wanting to be colored girls no more but seen, respected and loved as colored women.

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