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XY CHROMOSOMES From The Book Super Natural
The I-N-I in me is free
To explore my femininity-
The side of me that is she,
My Queen,
She is a divine being,
Complex, perplexed
And more pure than the X.
She is my nest of kin,
My omnipotent friend,
The Brown that covers my skin,
Conducting the beat of my heart,
Beyond smart-she's creative,
And unique
Fascinating,
She is the motion beneath my feet.
My Queen is beautiful
and natural
Factually speaking,
She's the soul of my soul
Our histories untold,
Unfold unto a solidity
Dismisses all iniquity,
And she is pleasantly refined-
Organically revived,
Thriving 'cause she is the elevated state
Of the thoughts I manifest.
The best is yet, not a surprise,
Her beautiful brown eyes
Are the lights to my spirit
I see it and I hear it
Every time she calls.
When my back's against the wall
She never lets me fall or stumble,
She is humble,
And blessed-
With wisdom and internal peace.
Never threatened by the beast within,
My Queen is my Queen until the end,
Or the next revelation;
I rest in peace and I'm pleased
'Cause her voice eases
And strengthens my weakened knees,
And she's beautiful
Like a smooth Caribbean breeze,
And care free
Like babies in the womb
Not doomed or destined for stress,
She relaxes me like meditation
Her stimulation is not only sex
The quest,
Is the infinite love of her ways,
Dazed, crazed, and elated.
My love is her love.
Her love is mine,
For she is me,
And I am she
The masculine-embraced femininity,
Combined with separate identities,
Pleased that we know
And understand who we are.
I am your exhale
And you are my inhale
The air in life,
We are the righteousness of wrongs
The harmony of love songs.
Strong is the love in this temple
King and Queen on our thrones.
It's been proven and shown.
Stressed it, tested, and blessed it
The best is still to come-
Together forever god and his goddess
360 degrees of our presence.
The feminine of my masculinity,
The lessons of the I-N-I,
Me and my feminine side.
THE BUCKS GET PASSED
From The Book: The Soul of Hearts
Children are eager to learn,
But there’s too much blame at stake.
The parents blame
The teachers,
The teachers criticize
The administrators
The administrators fault
The superintendents
The superintendents accuse
The school boards
The school boards
Denounce the city council
The city council examines the mayor
And the rhetoric continues
And recycles…
But no wants to carry the weight,
We have lives at stake!
Let’s make a deal is the debate.
The real education
Is behind closed-door politics.
The solutions are never aimed to fix-
The problems of the ghetto,
“let’em die slow,”
is the unwriiten motto.
“I got my new title and position,
and I’m itching to get the new BMW.”
No worry no troubles,
“As long as everything looks good on paper,
No one will know about the behind
The scenes capers,
Because I worked too hard
And come too far to lose my rank,
Being frank,
I don’t get paid enough
To handle this stuff.
So I’m entitled to these extra funds I take.”
Hold up wait!
Dirty streets and dilapidated school
buildings with no supplies.
I despise this disposition.
In the process,
Watch the demise of our children.
Enter circa 1999…
Bang, bang, bang!!!
Gunfire penetrates the minds
The enemy lines stretched beyond the hood,
Gunpowder of columbine;
The heat rash spreads,
This time it’s the burbs.
The times are the signs,
Children as young as the 1st grade
Are now packing-the heat is on,
And the kitchen is closed.
Friend or foe?
“I don’t know.”
But we are allowing our children to die slow.
While the so-called leaders vacate
And get the money straight,
The rest die fast from the barrages
Of gun blasts.
“Free at last, free at last,
thank God almighty we’re free at last.”
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