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Hot/Cold, Part 2

Hot endings, cold starts.
Hot feelings, cold marks.
Hot temper with a cold reaction.
Hot double barrel with cold pump action.
Hot church with a cold congregation.
Hot merch with cold affiliations.
Hot meat, cold wine.
Hot dollar, cold dime.
Hot queens with their cold mink.
Hot kings with their cold links.
Hot art with cold reception.
Hot mirror and a cold reflection.
Hot woman with a cold reputation.
Hot main chick with a cold side on placement.
Hot funk and cold R&B.;
Hot world but the colds all I see.
Hot information, cold intelligence.
Hot faults, then cold recompense.
Hot forgiveness, cold mistakes.
Regardless of what the world intakes.
Hot ignorance and cold oblivion,
are bliss to those who favour dominion.
Hot pathogens and cold diseases.
Hot gold with the cold diamond pieces.
Hot gat within a cold Gucci belt.
Hot knife inside the skin it starts to melt.
Hot love for God and the cold religion.
Hot pain after a cold circumcision.
Hot skin, cold whip.
Hot hands, cold grip.
Hot city, cold ghetto.
Hot calls, but no memo.
Hot rapper with no demo.
Hot baller with no c-notes.
Hot thoughts, cold emotions.
Hot theories and cold notions.
Hot models with their cold body motions.
Hot love before the warm heart ceases.
Hot hatred 'fore the cold heart seizes.
Hot skin and cold tears.
Hot love and cold fears.
Hot sun and cold moon.
Hot life and a cold tomb.
Hot feet on cold streets.
Hot bars on cold beats.
Hot thoughts and cold actions.
Hot *** and cold satisfaction.
Hot cars in cold weather.
Hot women with cold style.
Hot ice and cold fire.
Hot mornings and cold afternoons.
Hot fantasy and cold reality.
Hot payments and cold luxury.
Hot pain and cold rain.
Hot anger, cold peace.
 Mar 2014 acette barthelmy
Marian
Four More Days Until My
Very Happy Birthday
Balloons Saying
"Happy Birthday"
Flowers In A Vase
From A Special Best Friend
Presents Sitting In A Neat Row On The Table
The First Day Of Spring
Happens To Be My Birthday
And I Am So Excited
Millions Of Butterflies
Are Swimming Through My Stomach
Giving Me A Fluttering
Yet Exuberant Feeling
Just Four More Days Until My Birthday
And I Am Already Excited
And Started My Count Down
Two Days Ago

*~Marian~
I Am Just So Excited!!! :) ~~~~~<3
I Am So Eager For My Birthday
That I Am Just All Over Happy!!! (: ~~~<3
Please Enjoy My Third Poem In The Count Down Series!!! :) ~~~~<3
 Mar 2014 acette barthelmy
Diana
I've written of you
So many times
You've become immortal
In between these lines
You always say you’re here for me but is it really true?
Do you really see me; can you truly see the truth?
Am I just another object, something else here in your life?
Or do you really love me; will you go with me through the fight?
Am I facing the pressure all alone, do I have you by my side?
Will you stay with me forever, hold me close and be my guide?
If I stumble or fall and hit the ground, when the tears come to my eyes,
Will you stop and sit and help me, wipe the tears when I start to cry
If I know up ahead, it’s gonna get rough and there’s no place left to hide
Will you take my hand, embrace me, hold me there until we die,
Because a battle’s not a battle unless you face it with a friend,
And I just want to hear you say “I’m with you till the end.”
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my *******,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may **** me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
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