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Mia J May 5
My sister, my sister what happened to you?
You were so beautiful and unique
Now you’ve warped into a new being
Physically you hate what you see
You want airbags and silicone
It’s your body so do what you please
But when one pops and the other drops
You were beautifully unique
My sister, my sister what happened to your mindset?
You once dreamed of love, now you hate it
You can’t hate something you never truly had
Every man doesn’t cheat
Every man won’t hurt you
My sister, my sister what happened to your self-esteem?
Was it there once?
Did too much media change it?
Were you told that your standards are too high?
Why do you call yourself an animal?
It’s not affectionate
Neither cute
A man can’t call you that
Neither should you or your friends
No matter how it’s said, it’s still disrespectful
My sister, my sister you’re a Queen
Behave like one
12/11/2018
-Mia J

© 2018 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2018
Mia J May 5
Black Mare, Black Mare.
Do you know who you are?
The outside is clear to see,
But the inside, you have yet to meet.
Don’t let the mystery puzzle you Black Mare.
Dig deep and accept your power and truly get to know the real you.
The power that lives within is unimaginable.
Many can’t understand the fearlessness that you have,
But you Black Mare, oh you know exactly who you are.
You let the fear of the unknown stop you.
Life is only a chocolate box.
And fear is only an allusion programmed to you.
Black Mare, the world needs you.
Black Mare, don’t you know who you are?
Don’t you know that you were put here to do anything you could imagine?
You were put here to make a change.
To inspire the other Mares around you and behind you.
To let them know that they could be a Queen like you.
Black Mare, Black Mare,
Your blackness represents strength.
Your trot that turned into a strut is power and grace.
Black Mare, you were fashioned to be amazing.
That vision you have of yourself will come to pass.
Accomplish whatever you want.
Step out on faith and make this world yours.
And all you have to do is believe that you are everything you can and will become.
Black Mare, Black Mare you are a stunning sight to see.
Black Mare, Black Mare change your thoughts.
And become that woman that you are destined to be.
Mia J
-5/13/2019  

© 2019 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2019
Mia J May 5
Baby, what have you done to me?
I’m about to lose my very sanity over you my darling.
My thoughts are filled with nothing but you.
I think of a future that I want you to initiate.
One where you’re my lover.
You’d make the good days better.
And the bad days are made more bearable by your kind words and peaceful presence.
I’m told I overthink things, but you’re worth every thought my love.
Even when I try not to think of you, I still do.
Whenever you walk towards me, my hands begin to shake.
My heart skips a beat when you look at me.
And when you smile, chills cover my outer being.
You entertain me with conversations about life.
You excite me with you just being you.
I’ve heard that no one is perfect.
But I would argue that you are my love.
That perfect gentleman is you and all you.
My goodness, feels like I’ve known you my whole life.
I crave you in a way that’s not how it sounds.
One ****** move would ruin this sweet thang.
I have a passion for you that won’t be understood by most.
It would be thought of as lust.
No, I need a spiritual connection where I know it’s nothing but raw emotions.
Your arms wrapped around my body letting me know I’m secure.
A soft caress on my cheek would make my dark skin have a small hint of pink.
A soft kiss from your plump lips would set my heart ablaze.
24 hours with you wouldn’t be enough.
Perhaps an extra 1 could be added.
Just to admire the beautiful man that you are.
What have you done to me, my love?
Time decided to bring you into my comfortable life.
She couldn’t have decided on a more perfect setting.
Day by day, I thought of you.
I dreamed of you and thought that soon,
He’ll be my King.
It didn’t need to work out with any of my exes.
And you’re the reason why.
My love for you passes every moon and every star that was created.
See, now and again, I want to let you know that I appreciate you for who you are.
From me to you my love.
From me to you.



-Mia J
8-7-2018

© 2018 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2018
Mia J May 5
Why did skin color and race become one and the same?
Countless people have said that there’s only one race;
the human race.
But that’s false.
The color of one’s skin separates them from everyone else.
It’s as if we don’t all breathe oxygen.
Or talk in our own languages.
Or walk here and there and everywhere else.
Or have our own kinds of thoughts.
The only thing that makes us different is our skin color.
Literally,
that’s the only thing.

No one chose their skin color,
so why hate and discriminate based on it?
Speaking for myself,
I love being a black woman.  
I’m left with no other choice.
Everyone wants to keep me low,
but I go high.
Even though this world hates me the most,
I show it that I’m still going to step on its neck each
and every time.

Being a decent human being isn’t difficult.
What satisfaction is derived from being disrespectful to someone’s
who’s different from you?
If you had to wear the shoes of everyone
you blindly hate,
you’d be singing a much friendlier tune.
There’s enough ugliness in this world.
Hatred solves and proves nothing.
This Earth needs some serious cleansing.
And that can only happen by everyone
accepting that we’re all the same as the next person.

-Mia J
2/10/2021

© 2021 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2021
Mia J May 5
Friday was payday
Her check was 2,500
She ignored her bills and went shopping
She went to an outlet that sold expensive bags
There were people who looked like her
They shook their heads and kept walking
There were more people who looked like her
They were by the expensive bags with no shame
She went to the expensive bags and grabbed a white and gold one
It would look good with her gel nails
She goes to the checkout line
The girl who looks like her tries to buy a GG
The GG is 1,500 she only has 1,200
Her tiny square declined and she bursts with water and leaves
The girl with 2,500 steps up to buy
The cashier is named Snow
Snow smiles with pity and scans the tag
The girl’s total is 2,450
She hesitates due to her responsibilities
But decides to swipe her tiny square anyway
The screen turns green and snow turns white
She leaves the store happy with her purchase
Later, she gets a knock on her apartment door
Her landlady comes with an outstretched hand
The girl looks to be staring at the dead
She says she has “no money”
Her landlady gives her 2 hours to pack her materials and go
The girl has to live with her mother
And the only problem the mother had was with her own priceless bags
11/29/2017
-Mia J

© 2017 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2017
Mia J May 4
Her name is Mia
Some people call her Mimi
I’ve known her for 20 years
She’s beautiful
She has a smile as gorgeous as the sun and golden full moon
Her laugh would make birds chirp even more
She has a big nose
She once hated it
She has an uneven skin tone
Mixed with black and brown
She once hated this
Then there’s her cheekbones
Her voice is low like an alto’s but she’s
an orator
She has natural black hair
that curls and shrinks
She’s 5’0 ft and proud
She’s thick and curvy
She's beautiful
Her name is Mia
Some people call her Mimi

Then there’s me
My name is Ta’Mia
Middle name is Mikki (a)
I’m Mia’s owl
I love her
I might be small on the outside
But on the inside, I’m as tall as I want
Big things do come in small packages
I’m a wonderful woman
Mia will understand her hardships
I tell her to be strong
I help her to walk with a strut
I help her keep her head up
We’re a force to be reckoned with
No, I’m not perfect
Neither is Mia
But we put one foot in front of the other
continuously
And walk to success and greatness

-Mia J
1-28-2019
© 2019 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2019
Mia J May 4
Over the years music has played an important role in my life.
When I was upset, I played music to cheer myself up.
When I was happy, music sat by my side and cheered with me.
When I was depressed, music wrapped its cozy arms around me and acted as a close friend.

My shoulder to lean on.
My words when I couldn’t think of anything to say.
The reason why I was strong when everything tried its hardest to make me weak.
The one thing that I will always welcome to soothe me.

The music that graces my ears is as diverse as the colors of a rainbow.
Each one has its own significant meaning
and is a beautiful site to see and feel.
The words of my favorite songs float
from my speakers,
to my ears,
and then to my soul.
I like the songs I like
and I love the songs that I love.

There are many genres of music.
And me being the unique individual that
I am,
I can’t stick to one genre.
if my ears and soul dig a song,
Why can’t I do the same?

The 511 songs on my phone are shuffled.
When I press play, rock music could start the show.
Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Aerosmith, The Eagles, or the Police, or Jimi Hendrix.
If I fast forward to the next song, rap might take the stage.
Tupac, Ice Cube, 3 6 Mafia, Bone Thugs N Harmony, Ludacris, TI, Lil Wayne, Drake, J.Cole.
Pop songs could pop out next.
Michael Jackson, The Weeknd, Sam Smith, Ariana Grande, Lizzo, Doja Cat, Lady Gaga.
R&B would want to follow.
New Edition, Adina Howard, Brandy, Erykah Badu, Aaliyah, TLC, Fantasia, Beyonce, Keyshia Cole, Amerie, Ashanti, Usher.
BTS, Blackpink, or Jay Park might conclude or continue the show.
As they always do.

Each song I jam to is distinctive.
I feel as though no one song is the same as the next.

My phone is the time capsule that contains the treasures to my ears.
I may start in the 1970s and travel to the 2000s.
Or I may start in the 2010s and go back to the 1990s.
Whichever song decides to play first, I will always listen to it like it’s my first time.

Mia J
3-14-2021

© 2021 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2021.
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