Soldiers of the poverty line
Hold strong soldiers, hold strong, we are the soldiers of the poverty line.
While  few and far have broken free, to find warmth in four walls.
Bags upon bags of possessions weight our backs down. Bags of memories, and our identify growing around us like roots, holding strong to the concrete streets, memories, that talk back in the mind of happier days gone by.

Yes, we are the soldiers of the poverty line…...
Hold on soldiers, hold on .....reinforcements are coming.

From government and politics, only God has seen the coming of the poor. We are a nation on our own…...
Day after day, turn into weeks, walking around downtown.
In and out of social service buildings, trying to explain, how we got into this situation and that situation, wondering, praying, and crying, to get out of a situation.

Pushing and pulling to get to a better situation, case workers nodding their heads, while handing you a referral to some other places to try, rather than be bothered themselves.

Hold that line….. Reinforcements are coming…..
Our fearless leader say so…
Yes, soldiers, I know, the soles of your shoes are worn thin.go on soldiers, go forward.

Yes, soldiers, I know, you’d rather drink the water than bath in it.go on soldiers, go forward.
Yes, soldiers, I know, you are hungry and the good Lord knows you are tired .go on soldiers, go forward.
Yes soldiers, I heard the nasty comments they say to you, than shouldn't be said to any human beings.

Go on soldiers, go forward
Hold that line …..Hold that line....
Don't you fall to death sweet peaceful call….
Remember ,we are the soldiers of the poverty line....

My son
You say; Mom, I am grown and I am coming into mine own. I smile and say I know,....

that’s the way the world goes,that’s the way the world goes.

I tell You, your childhood friends, will come and go, you can't hold on to them, You will make new friends in college, you look at me with sad eyes….

that’s the way the world goes that’s the way the world goes.

As you look at your childhood bedroom, once more, you asked Are you going to turn it in Your craft room? I tell you No, it will always be yours….

that’s the way the world goes,that’s the way the world goes.

As, I watch you leave in that sports car, that you think is great, I think is very dangerous….

that’s the way the world goes,that’s the way the world goes.

With girlfriend in the front seat, who wants to get married next year, And over my dead body, it will never happen….

that’s the way the world goes,that’s the way the world goes.

I watch you from the window, I whispered “you are still my baby boy.”

that’s the way the world goes,that’s the way the world goes

Oooh Lord,
Just came from the doctor's office , and was told I am 5’1,
What excuse me ? …
I was 5’2  
come...on... now,
5’3 if trying  to impress somebody,
5’5 in heels,
looking cute, right dress, hair fine “beauty shop style,”
Come... on... now,
I am 46
I have friends, THEY don't look this good.
Come...on….now.
I have secret friends Revlon, Dark and Lovely,
Who has grey hair? Honey; you never seen grey hair on ME
No sir, as long I have 12.99.
Yes, and. I walk into a room. They take notice.
I am a strong powerful black woman,
But an INCH
Now I'm just
I am a short woman
Oooh Lord an INCH
I have lay down
I have a headache.
Dream of the being tall again.

Metro is a **** slow
I know, youre not getting no love, from the casinos revenues
Ohio latest new bàby

Metro is a **** slow
I know, youre not getting no love, from the casinos revenues
Ohio latest new bàby

Okay, I want to f*, there's no fancy way of saying it, I miss you, if I call, you live on the North side and I live on the East side. since we both don't drive. We have to catch two bus routes to get to each other, and let's be honest; I have a toy that can work a lot faster,
But I miss you, I miss your ebony skin, the way I like rubbing sweet scented oils on you.  Your favorite is coca butter on your back, and the way I lick it off.Yeah, I know what turns you on, the muscles of your female tights shrills, when your reach your desire, Yeah, I know what you like.Well it's seven o'clock now, if I call,
You will bring the strawberry wine and….
I have ample supply of coca butter baby…..
Don't worry; tomorrow is Saturday…..
we both don't have to go to work ….
So we can do this all night long….

You said, I need to change me? change the inside of me, eyes, nose, the shape, change my beliefs, change the me that makes me… ME.
To be with you, whos’e you? help me to remember? Did you change the color, the smile, those ugly feet, the qualities, will you change these for me, the smell of your forest for me? Why? You see; the earth that, we all came from is rough soil. that plenishes me… nourishes me ...to feel, to touch, to know that no matter what I have change,the earth will recognizes  the true me, that she hàd place upon the earth, knowing  that one day I will return to her, recognizes the true form, dust to dust, my earth does not care. she will accept me this much I am sure …
Change me .. Change me… for a fraction of time .. For a simple lay, the approval of your glare, change me for you? Who are you? My water is pure, for wave of fore play, and thrist of lust … no, this is not necessary….

Your voice has the power to claim, what you need,but not what you want….
You must know the difference, in your power.
You must be able to believe, to direct it, and then leave it in the good Lords hands.
Walk away…
Don't have doubts,don't look back.
To understand your power, you must be able to relate to it.
Daily mediation is a key.
A calm voice will go farther than a doubtful one anytime.
Your power is gift and to continually to receive it you must not take an advance of it.
Meditation will get you farther in life than you realize.
The core of your power , is your soul, seek it and claim it.
a strong hold will get your farther than weak soul.
A weak soul is not worth mentioning.
Your stronghold is your strength/ your core is your soul/ your soul is your blood.
If blood is life? Your blood has life. A soul has life, your breathing controls  your core,call to your core, it will always understand.
Just breath, breath deep,
your soul will hear to this. Claim it,
No words, breath deep and walk away.

My love for you is strong
a passion love is better than longing for your touch whether just moment of your attention,  worth a life time of loneliness.
what we throw away will drop down and creep in the floor cracks and bloom into honeysuckles, smell of sweet love going by...