By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
I never felt it was fair to perceive her as just a woman
Just a being that existed beside me
She was natural, with a big afro that weather couldn’t blow
The way she walked, a silky sashay through the room commanding attention
She was like smooth jazz played at an expensive dinner
I longed to meet her
But yet
I was too caught up in mental fantasies
Scared to finally face reality and ask her for a simple dance
She was perfect in every way
I pictured her moving in tune with me moving to our favorite tune
Flowing like natural waterfalls as we fall into an intimate embrace
What a woman I would say
What a lady on this day
I finally got the nerve to approach her
My dreams were being realized before mine own eyes
When fantasy would finally meet reality
Just as I went in to present my case
She turns to me
Dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes
Sweet lips accented in mahogany lip stick
My lady, I would like to partake in a sweet embrace
I would like to move in a sensuous mood
We danced for an eternity it seemed
But alas, our song ended
And as I moved in for a kiss
She disappeared into a fine, sweet mist
Perfection is only perceived in the mind
But with time we shall develop as one and your flaws become perfection to me
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
Narrowed visions of the limitless heights of hope
Dreams deferred not dashed or shattered like glass
Head held high to the sky
Feet always grounded never caught off guard
Hopeless
Dark clouds Dark Thoughts
Altered by substances poisoning the community
These hands Those hearts hardened by this cold existence
His hands Her thighs Their minds killing the hopes of the future
Savage
The stench of failure and poverty reeks throughout the streets
Hunger pains and dope fiends screams vibrate the streets like a sick beat
Cries of the children young and old scatter the air with grief and unbearable pain
A young man dead A young woman ***** harsh realities simmer in this mixing bowl of misery
Numb
Hopes Dreams fears ignored by the outside looking in
The mindset of a hustler taught to struggle and fight the hard way
A better life shown in the gleam of a child eye
Reality worsens with the smell of death
Ghetto Dreams
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
I was once filled with wonderful things
My mom called them dreams and said one day they’ll come true
How naive of me at my young age to think that fulfillment would flicker on like a light switch
Now dreams go unfulfilled because I thought it’d be easy
Easy to flip the switch when I wanted to
Now I see the real deal
Deferred dreams bear fruit ripe for the picking
All I need is a ladder to reach my destiny
The rotten, unworthy dreams have already fallen from the tree
But the good, ripe promising dreams remain
Holding on strong
No matter the harshness of the season I go through
Life keeps moving, fruit keeps bearing
Hold fast to dreams they only die when you let them
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
A beautiful soul
So lovely a lady
Gone from the world
But not from my heart
These words I speak
Your ear will never hear
Tragedy struck at so young an age
My anger runs deep
Rage burns within
So beautiful your soul
Now floats above
My hearts in pieces
I cried that day
First time in awhile
For a moment I was you
Enduring the struggle
Shedding the tears
Feeling the pain
As the time grew short
Your last breath drawn
Peace replaced the fear in your eyes
Your tortured soul released from its earth bound prison
Memories I hold of you both good and bad
Will remain with me for eternity
Your soul finally resting
My rage is subsiding
Words never said to your living ear
I feel your spirit listening
Forever with me you will remain
My beautiful sister
Katesia Marshae Weathers
(Sept 14, 1980- Oct 27, 2007)
I love you
RIP
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
Death is easy and life is hard
Hard to fathom such an illogical part
Because mentally I’m not ready to live in this mentality
I’m emotionally flawed like original sin
Always cursed to live another hustling binge
While constantly being shuttled like cattle
Treated like sheep
With every lie told I weep
When will we awaken from this long sleep?
Living every day like a hustle
Another world is cut off
In the everyday struggle
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
My Sun was snatched from the sky
Living in a cold world no longer lit by you
My tears freeze before shattering upon the ground
Broken glass like my broken heart
Your warmth no longer warms me
I’m an empty void of nothingness, I can no longer feel
My emotions are dead, vague memories of yesteryears
I once felt so much love, so much hope, so much…
Now I only see you in dreams, if I am privileged with sleep
My eyes are swollen and my heart is heavy
I don’t want to live without you here
Oh God, why did I have to stay here?
Every day that the wind blows I look up and feel your breath upon my face
I feel your touch surrounding me
I love you ever so dearly
As I lay down to sleep, relax my mind and guide my dreams
I want to remember happy times and a joyful mind
I now live in despair
Afraid to tell people how I really feel, because if I did they’d probably commit me
My sun no longer shines
Cold world, frozen tears and endless despair
You ever tried sleeping with a broken heart
I can’t sleep in our bed….
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC