Black woman...

Can I take care of you...

Can I Stare at you...

You always bear with me...

So I'll never get bored with you...

I'll never bid board with you...

Black woman..

You're not angry, you're just passionate...

And any way that the wind blows, I'll take that over passionless...

Black woman..

You're the tree, I'm just the leaves...

So if someday I blow up, I want you right there next to me...

I want you right there checking me...

Black woman..

Can you talk? I'll write your story down...

'Cause they don't see your halo, they mistake it for a flashy crown...

Your crafty gown...

Adorns the most torn and scornful...

Even if you are mournful...

You're still warm and cordial...

Still strong and loyal...

Black woman...

You sacrificed so many pieces to make a King outta me...

Checker jumping through broken societies....

Neglecting propriety...

Accepting both sides of me...

Black queen...

Your banner is star studded not star spangled...

Deeply rooted in provision from all angles...

Queen

They tried to enslave and derail you...

But your soul train led you to find routes where they couldn't smell you...

Learn things they wouldn't tell you...

Make money they wouldn't mail you...

Love me unconditionally...

Even though I often fail you...


So here's another diamond for your halo...


To: God from LETTER


I stood at the top of the mountain, and looked down, and yelled, “I made it!”..

Soon after…

I realized it was only a mole hill…

And that mole hill, made me stand still…

It made my fabrications, all seem real…

It made all my dreams, seem to be fake…

It made all my blessings, seem to be late…

Then…

I realized my misinterpretation…

My anxiety fueled my over anticipation…

Sparks flew, in dark rooms, that I didn’t even know I walked into…

My issues, were in tune, with me drifting further than I meant to…

My outcomes, and outcries, were all based on my lies…

And when my spirit would try, my sins would whisper just be quiet…

But where the devil thought the sparks would fly, and catch on to my mind…

Slowly latch on to my spirit…

And then burn me down with time…

There, God unlocked the door for me…

And said this one is mine

Then he drenched my worldly fire…

And then gave me peace of mind…

See God not only fights our battles…

But he fights our fires too…

He fought one deep inside of me…

So I could fight in you…

He showed me what the lies could do…

Now I confide in truth…

I stand real tall on solid ground…

And tell that mountain move…

So when the remnants of your past don’t resemble the dreams that you once had…

Remember not to overlook the present…

There is a gift in your presence…

There’s illustrations in your essence…

Subliminals in your message…

Opportunities in your lessons…

Obligations with your blessings…

Reassurance in your stresses…

It doesn’t matter if you’re well versed, and well churched, and all your answers, have been rehearsed…

We all have mountains…

We all have fires…

Move!

To: Love from LETTER (Read over Musiq Soulchild – Love instrumental; start at 20 sec.)


I write songs while they solemnly swear…

Broken, and repaired…

She combs locks of her heavenly hair…

We’re no longer scared… to share… to care…

She’s my dime…

I found change when I found change…

I’m her spring…

She found me when the seasons changed…

Our reason changed…

Story time…

See she, makes me, take the trash out without her reminding me…

See I wrote her name in love, now love is defining me…

Now both of our names are in lights, passion’s seen easily…

For a while this was way too bright, but darkness kept blinding me…

So…

She’s the rose I chose…

I mean like, silver and rose gold are only worthy of her toes…

I mean like, the rarest of diamonds are only bare shining when compared to her eyes…

I mean like, her smile makes me melt, so I’m stuck in this liquid state…

Thinking bout dinner dates and real estate…

Fences, stakes, and henny straight…

Martin reruns and kitchen plates…

Groceries to buy and leaves to rake…

Future kids and tuition to pay…

But I just paid my own…

But it’s still nice to dream…

We really only oil based lovers…

So slippery we’ll probably never find one another…

But if we do…

If walking to you…

Is too far for any man to travel by foot…

Well…

Then...

Rose,

I’ll pedal myself to your petals…

I’ll follow your scent through puddles and metals…

The further you are, the greater my effort…

I promise…

You’re a gem, and if your trampled stem, refuses to bend…

I’ll let faith motivate me until I reach the earth’s end…

And if unsuccessful still, I’d just do it again…

And when I reach you…

When I finally reach you…

I promise to tell you stories of what brought me there…

And we would both shed tears when we realized that we both had the same story…

The same heart-break, the same slips…

The same what-ifs, the same trips…

When we realize the journey wasn’t in vain…

Because we both prayed in Jesus’ name…

For each other…

And we could never water ourselves…

But now…

Our tears roll down our cheeks and onto each other’s leaves…

Down our stems into our soil…

We’re no longer oil…

Now we grow…

Now we show…

Oil based lover’s dreams do come true…