Have you ever been on a seesaw?
It's kind of like life...you know?
It goes up and down
Depending on the weight on the other end you may be at your highest point...living and loving life.
Screaming out in elation...oh, what joy you have. High...in the sky...on the high end of that seesaw.
Then it happens....that heavy burden that weighs you down.
Bringing you down, down, down….down
Sometimes so close to the bottom that you are forced to get on your knees for support.
Causing you to lift your head and arms up to the sky and yell, “God help me. Please release this weight that is bearing down on my soul.”
Then, after what may have seemed like an eternity, the other person at the end of the seesaw jumps off...thrusting you up and forward.
Reminding you that the weight that bears you down is only temporary....like the motions of a seesaw.
I watched marriage as she gasped for air.
It was a pain that I could no longer bear.
Marriage had been so good to me.
To see her taking her last breath was slowly killing me.
I tried to give her mouth to mouth resuscitation
But my memories of what she had become made me fill will anger and devastation.
She tried to hold on and so did I
But there comes a time when you must let her die
I hated to see marriage go
Her heart beat began to go slow
Her chest no longer rose as she breathed her last breath
It was sad to see marriage go through this last test
But even in death new seeds can be sewn
New hope can be grown
But the true pain from the loss will never be known....
Until you watch the Death of a Marriage.
©Nikki the Pen
My Black Matters ©NikkiR
Politicians sit back while their pockets get fatter
Watching young people kill each other
As the violence we hear gets louder
My black matters
You say I speak incorrectly because my chatter "ain't" like your chatter
My dialect isn't what you expect, but these degrees I represent
Are displayed so you won't forget that my dialect had no influence and no matter what you say, the world can't undo it!
My black matters
I wear my hair natural
But if my natural is offensive to you
Be offended because my natural is oh so beautiful
My black matters
I will continue to climb higher
You will not hinder my elevation
Because my black will rise above all deprivation!
Take a Look at Me by Nikki R.
Take a look at me. I am like an Eagle. I know you see me soaring.
Better yet, compare me to a lioness. I know you hear me roaring.
Take a look at me. Watch and learn.
I have so much to give and expect little in return.
Take a look at me. My potential is glaring.
Take a look at me. Trust me, I won’t stop you from staring.
Please understand that you can’t define my elevation by your lack of motivation.
You can’t dull my illumination by throwing shade in your conversations.
You can’t stop my zeal because my joy—you will never steal.
Take a look at me. What do you see? Take a look at me.
I Am She! ©Nikki R.
My Temperament by ©Nikki R.
My temperament is like the warmth of a summer's day
My smile illuminates and shines through clouds as the trees soak up all the photosynthetic rays.
It takes more than a storm to rattle me
I will not be moved by people who fail to see the iridescent beauty that is within me.
My temperament can be like the oceans and the seas.
Don't think I'm incapable of rising with the tide to defend my pride.
My temperament can be like a raging storm or a gentle rain shower that quenches the thirst of spring flowers.
My temperament. It is what defines me.
It is my temperament. So, don't you dare judge me.
My temperament is Me and I AM SHE!
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© 2016 Nikki R.
Have you ever wondered why some people find it impossible to say hello or crack a smile?
Do you think they feel giving a kind gesture is not worth their while?
Some people act like paying someone a compliment is beneath them or like it actually costs them some cents.
I hate to be the one tell them, but someone has to be that Bitch. So, here it goes…
It doesn’t matter how high up on the ladder you think you are. Remember, you can be knocked down…
rung….by rung…by rung. When you reach the bottom you may need a helping hand to lift you back up…
but don’t be surprised when you look around and nobody gives a Fuck.
Someone had to say it...I guess I'm that Bitch!