Used To
Used to be glad just to see.
U..
Come through my page when u..  
Get On!
Used @2
get a buzz on you..
Blush its true..
Used to get  Online baby Just 2.. Get a view. Yeah bae its tru.
Hope i'd get a note from u. @oh I used to.
Try to Ignore it when Its quiet cuz of u.
cuz no matter who peeks at my page it aint you.
Oh the thangs u sent a woman thru..
Now I see I'm not friends with you..
Invitation
extended with no conversation.
Hesitation. Escaping, caress this nation...
Flirtation, whats ur hesitation.
Whats that, hey whats that..Figure that..
I used to wait on it from..
Who..
Yeah u..
I Use to.
ShardayRose_Poet

Phone rings..Guurll.. hey sis!
HRU hello... todays crazy yo.
Girl sit down tell me, yes I know
I know the stress, its crazy today right..
yes, I knowa.. ..
Today just ain't the day..tell me bout it.
Lord let me just Pray,
I can not Adult today..
I'ma be actin like a child
throwin temper tantrums and it wont be mild.
Sis let me say this..
I can hear the stress in your voice,
The mood in your tone.
Like Hey Leave a sistah alone..
Seems like every thing came to drive ya insane.
Gurl I feel ya pain..
Now here's the thang..
You  can chose to vent it.. Come on now vent it..
I 'm hearing you..
..&^%#@%&
Nah your not threw there's some mo inside of you.
&^%$#@%^
Get it all out.
Yah that's right, I heard that, fo real, Oh The nerve, see now,
whattt's , Girl naw,, shut up.. ah hell no.. Say what, Oh no she/he didn't.
Wonder whats that all about,
SHOUT, get it all out. tell em..
Now here' u sum.."What eva's, "this isn't gone worry me's", "I don't have time for it" and  some "I'm done, I'm over its". Put on some  new fits.
Because we  gone drink a glass of.. In my own world Juice, or  sip some tea of Sleepy time I Got You Tea", And or  have some, My life is blessed with Peace Fruit slices...
Add some cheese and crackers of..I'm a Queen and In control snacks.
As we sit back and put our feet up, ready to brush ourselves off of all those wacks.
Ain't got time for that's..
Listening to some rhythmic melodies
Of its all about me's.
As The tunes fill the room. Gone get your rest on, hang up the phone.

selinasharday 6/2020

Protest WWW..Global
Our Cries World wide..
From the USA even to the Mother lands..Africa..
Cries reaches US.
Paris France. Vancouver Canada, Germany
Visions and dreams have shown my stove is burning..
I often wondered what it could mean.
There's a fire in my kitchen, the center of where I live.
Theres a burning. In the heart of the land..
The place that feed my family.. food to survive..
As I look around my land now right in my homeland. There's fires burning..
In the hearts of man. From Injustices in the land. The killing OF another Now George Floyd Openly. Strangely for the world to see.
Now cities are burning, grenades are throwing, rubber bullets are shooting..
At us in our pains. They are arresting any and every one of us. Why..
Because we are Bleeding, so they arrest us. because we don't wanna go home.
Suffer in silence unseen. Hurt and die in our sorrow.. Obey curfews.. Used as tools to control.. what needs to be seen.
Our rights to be heard, our rights to walk it out, shout it out, All day and night with each other.
See us we want to protest, stop shooting your rubber bullets, because we don't wanna hide behind closed doors. Between 7 and 11..

We are risking Our Lives for this cause.. Risking Our health for Liberty.. Equality. Marching until our feet are bruised.
For the Rights to be free, Our Lives Matter, Our Rights matter, Our Equality Matters.
Our Humanity Matters, Stop Killing Us, Trying to Silence us.. STOP And.. Prosecute The guilty for abusing Us.
Overthrow The Powers in Authority That rule with cruelty to humanity. Especially to People like me. I want the rights to Express myself Openly, Our tears for the world to see. I want all people to have liberty.
In Our Pains why must you treat us so roughly, so disrespectfully. rubber bullets, gas grenades, smokes and flares, We people are already wounded, already feeling down, already fed up, already exhausted, already disrespected already getting killed.. You won't lift us up give us a  caring hand.. Us against those racist against us.. Way Over fed Up.
We are Thanking every color in America and world wide.. that Protest On Our side. Thank You.
Willing to fight and be heard and demand for changes for our kind, and all of mankind.
That's been denied..
Justice for US.

Here I share my Mood.
Now enjoy this mood...
This way I'll seize the moment.
With it I'll go on and choose.
As My Mood Blossoms Into a Rose..
I see You have many levels.
Its like viewing into your many windows.
Share this Glance.
Dance with this Chance,
Consider the gift of this chance.
Sparkles in my soul makes glitter in my eyes.
My Hopes they are gems ready to glow float and rise.
It may catch you by surprise, But to me it's no surprise.
The Gifts within my heart such delicacies.
Oh@H.E.RS  fine interwoven textures,
Hard to reach levels, such a place of intricacy.
Yet so many more places of creativity, idealistically.
A adorable, lovable intricacies Internally.
Who Is, S.H.E@Rose. Just a Glance Of_H.E.R.

Throwing Away The gift.. {Poem}
Love this wealthy intangible invisible gift.
Yet you hide it deny it seek to do away with it.
Toss it in the trash like a disposable rag dirtied with stains of, I don't believe this gift.
I don't have time in my life right now for this gift.
The stains of Unappreciative feelings for this gift.
Ignoring the prize of the infancy the baby in this gift.
The newness of  life in this gift.
Like a deadened zombie with no feelings at all to recognize the gift.
How can you throw away the richness of such a gift.
The desire to grow with you grow in you, be nurtured by you of in this gift.
There's  innocent of life in the gift.
The failure to protect the power of this gift.
You dropped it away like disposable trash, Millions of uncountable blessings in the possibilities of a freely given precious value of soul..
You need love for the shattered Soul.. Will you Throw the baby out with the bath water.
It's trying  to Rescue the hearts that walk away from these gifts...
Blinded hearts wounded spirits. Deaf ears that can't hear it, can't feel it.
Can't savor the love of gifts...Stop and try to feel and believe this gift.
Gifts of hearts, Gifts of souls, nonjudgmental.. Precious Gifts to behold.
This is a GIFT!
Selinasharday_H.E.R/Poetry 2020-4-12