Five-twenty,
plenty of time to make my mind up or make some stories up and if I want to get up there's more time for that,

it's raining but that's no secret
you get up, you go out, you get wet.

think I'll lay here for a while longer and imagine that I'm the last person in the conga line and when it goes around twice then it might be time to rise.

Some Mondays are like this,

you're just about to kiss her in the wildest dream you ever but you never because the alarm went off.

By: Cedric McClester

Perhaps she just got
Too excited
Then said, “Finally
a great wrong got righted.”
Because the news
Made her delighted
Now ever since
She’s been slighted

‘Been talked about
On social media
She’s even cited
On Wikipedia
As often happens
When your mouth
Has defeated ya
And a negative response
Is what has greeted ya

Some think the clapback
Was too hard
For a person with the
Stature of a Phylicia Rashad
Since they’ve pulled
The “Me too” card
It’s as if she were
The Marquisa De Sade

Now she’s backtracked
And opened up her eyes
And to one and all
She’s apologized
Because of how
She’s been criticized
And even by some
She’s now despised

Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2021.  All rights reserved.

Said to be imperfect,
But perfectly created.

She danced on the waves,
She swinged on the waves
Of perfection

Then one Day came back to see all your perfect Children.

I don’t know what we are doing
I don’t know what we are calling it
I don’t know what I see months down the road for us
But I do know that when he looks at me he sets every single part of me on fire

For most of my life I was a reader
Trying to learn from words

Am I now a writer
Trying to be heard?