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Mia J May 8
Baby girl, I was your age a while ago
But it won’t be long before you’re mine
Listen, high school ain’t bad
There’s a difference between the screen & reality
No you won’t be bullied but learn to have a voice
It ain’t nothing wrong with being shy but don’t stay in that cocoon
I was there for too long and I missed too much
It ain’t nothing wrong with wanting a boyfriend
Understand no man is perfect so rid yourself of a checklist
Single women can’t be picky women baby girl
You’ll cry and cry but He will send you guys and you’ll be checking
Save yourself the tear filled days & nights
But you will meet a guy
Don’t worry about when he will come
Just know he will
It ain’t nothing wrong with who you are
You’re fun-sized, gorgeous, and intelligent
You’re a diamond who will make it through the pressure
Girls who couldn’t be you will dislike you
This is their problem not yours
Guys will look at you and like what they see
It’s up to you if they approach you
It ain’t nothing wrong with wanting friends
But too many ain’t where it’s at baby girl
One minute, everybody is cool
Then the next minute, there’s drama
We’re all human it happens
But baby girl, you don’t want to be around all that
Kick it with two or three
One if you have too, neither one is bad
You’re different baby girl
Accept that now and live your life
Five years from now, you’ll be my age
Don’t rush a minute of high school
14 and 19 are different ball games
Baby girl stay true to you
It ain’t nothing wrong with that
11/22/2017
-Mia J

© 2017 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2017
Mia J May 8
You say you can make me happy
I want to know how
You say you can buy me what I like
You say you can make me smile
You say you can make me feel special
I want to know how
You say you can buy me purses, shoes, and perfume
You say you can kiss me softly
You say you can spend all your money on me
I look at you confused
You ask, “what’s wrong?”
I say that if that’s all you have to offer me, then I’m not missing out on much
You look shocked and say, “but how?”
If I wanted a man to buy me what I liked such as a purse, shoes, or perfume
I’d get a sugar daddy
I’m not a girl who gets excited by a man buying me materials and expecting me to be happy
I happen to be a Queen
I love kisses a lot I do
But if you think that kissing me is the only way to make me smile, then you’re sadly mistaken
Tell me a cheesy joke
Surprise me at work just because
Ask me how my day went
Give me a foot rub while we watch something on TV
I do not wear a silver plastic tiara like a princess
I wear a golden crown like a Queen
Let me be clear, I like getting gifts
But if gifts will be the only way you show you care
Then you might as well be on to the next
Spending all your money on me might make me feel special
You stop me and say “but it’ll  make you feel like a Queen”
I shake my head no
You doing that might make me feel special
But there’s more value to me as a woman than your money
Your money impresses a princess
But the man you are will have a lasting impression on a Queen
12/21/2017
-Mia J  

© 2017 Mia J
This was composed in 2017
Mia J May 8
In the wrong hands
You could be used
In the right hands
You could be handled
I struggle with you
You’re so close
But yet so far out of reach
They talk about how good you are
But I can’t trust you
Even though, you being yourself is completely harmless
Let’s imagine you weren’t
If I could embrace you
I’d use you with care
My dome wouldn’t multiply because of you
I’d think wisely with you
I’d make careful decisions and plans with you
However, I’m not that thirsty for you
I don’t need your credibility
Because deep down
I have all the flavor I need
4/24/2018
-Mia J

© 2018 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2018
Mia J May 5
There’s a difference between hearing and listening
For 19 years, I heard my voice
As sweet as honey
As smooth as a baby's skin
With an alto voice range
It rang in my head through the day and night
By plenty conversations I had with peers and family alike
See, I sounded sophisticated
Like a classy woman who knows her value
I sounded professional with big words I learned
From many novels I fancied
But I didn't listen to my voice
I heard the authority
I know what I said and I heard what I spoke
One day I decided to listen to my voice
I wrote a poem to a 14 year old
Telling baby girl to not be so shy
Telling baby girl to not be afraid to be herself
Telling baby girl that she's a precious diamond who didn't burst
Under the pressure that surrounded her
And I listened
And understood why some say women like me are too loud
They know our voices will cause shifts
And make some changes
I ignored them and wrote more
I performed at open mics
I listened to the raw talent and the voice I ignored
My attention was caught by the voice I was blessed with
Just like loud thunder and lightning
It boomed and caused many to listen to me
My voice needs to be heard and will continue to be heard
For as long as I can
My voice will sustain me
After all, my voice doesn't lie to me
-Mia J
11/9/2018
© 2018 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2018
Mia J May 5
Of course I miss long conversations
At night with a deep voice in my ear
Sure I miss going out every weekend
Enjoying the presence of a special someone
Being wrapped in a man’s arms does sound relaxing
Listening to his heartbeat
Telling him whatever is on my mind
Him making me laugh
Occasionally buying me flowers
Sending me sweet text messages
And being the only caller ID I care about
However
It’s just a want
And by no means a need
I want a man who compliments me
I don’t mean just calling me beautiful
I want a man whose continuously learning
Someone who has or is working for a degree
And has a personal relationship with God
Who drives his own whip
And isn’t so caught up on material things
However
That seems too much too ask for
Many would fall at any man’s feet
But I can’t
No I don’t have a checklist
But if he’s coming in my life
He better have something going on
I’m not desperate
I refuse to accept someone who isn’t trying for nothing
I’m a woman of high value
My confidence is in the walk I do
It’s in the way I carry myself
See I know who I am
And the special man coming has to know the same
My standards may be too high for some
I may come off as stuck up
For not giving just any man a chance
At the end of the day
If I’m pushing 30 years old still single
The last thing I did was settle
I will be living my best life
Man or no man
I’m comfortable with my singleness
Until the right guy comes along who treats me right
And means me well
I’ll continue to be single and happy
Than in a relationship and silently miserable
-Mia J
02/26/2019

© 2019 Mia J
This poem was composed in 2019
Mia J May 5
Black girl, black girl, look in the mirror.
Do you know who that woman is you see?
Study her for a few seconds.
What do you think of her?
Is she to you what she is to others?
Anyone can tell you she’s beautiful,
but it means nothing if your eyes don’t glisten on their own.
Her cheekbones are high and may puff out like that
gorgeous afro she rocks when the weather is nice.
Black girl, black girl, look in the mirror.
Who do you really see?
Plump lips, deep brown eyes, and chocolate skin is what you see.
But who do you see?
She isn’t just any kind of woman.
No, no, no
That’s a strong woman in that mirror.
She has a head on her shoulders filled with positive thoughts.
Such as one day making the world hers and inspiring others.
You’re looking at a woman who is bad.
She knows who she is and she ain’t afraid to be herself.
She’s a woman who moves with clarity and purpose.
She believes that nothing is impossible for her to do.
Is she perfect?
Not at all.
She’s made mistakes but she’s learned from them and became the woman she
stands as today.
Black girl, black girl you’re staring at profound greatness and destiny.
You forgot who you are so I thought
I’d remind you.
This world will never keep a strong
woman like you down.
Look in that mirror and blow a
thousand kisses to the woman that you see.
Everyday won’t be easy.
But you remember who you
are and make this world your Queendom beautiful!!
-Mia J
7/3/2020  

© 2020 Mia J
This was composed in 2020
Mia J May 5
Let me school you about a girl I know very well
She’s one of the realest
Grew up in the Peach state
She was called a nerd because her nose stayed in a book
She was labeled as white because she talks “proper”
And she listens to other music other than rap
Queen, Def Leppard, and Journey
They called her weird because she stayed to herself
They just couldn’t understand her
Look here,
She’s set to the side
This girl is one puzzle piece who doesn’t fit in
Neither does she try to
She ain’t gotta talk to everyone
Not everybody deserves her time
She reads and writes because her voice needs to be heard
She listens to what she wants to because she can
They cast her out as a missfitt
But she don’t mind
She ain’t got no shame
Her favorite rapper told her the realest people won’t have lots of friends
He told her to keep her head up
That the only one who could judge her was the man up above
He told her it’s her against the world
See, the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
The more she’s herself
The more she’ll be in touch with her roots
The girl has values and morals
She won’t dare settle just for bragging rights
Being a missfitt makes her unique
Being a missfitt makes her ****
Being herself is freeing
Dark skin, stretch marks, plus knowledge beyond her years
I adore this girl
Being myself the “nerd”
See, this is for the ones who ain’t afraid
To show off their natural physique
The ones with piercings and armbands and glasses and tattoos all over
For the ones who are fearlessly themselves
A missfitt is not a ******
Rather a person who is fearlessly themselves
And nothing or no one else but that
11-26-2018
-Mia J

© 2018 Mia J
This was composed in 2018
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