Sunday I said "Am done"
Yesterday I was obscure
Today I screamed "To hell with!"
But here I am again stumbling in my thoughts.
The loud scream in my head (your name).
When will all of this finally be over?when in the first place there was never a beginning.
I kept my love,
And you were open with your future.
At least in it there is space you left for love,
But to whom will that love be shared with?
That's the thing that crushes me the most.
Sunday I chose to let go,
But yesterday I found myself tortured.
Today I said I don't need you to be happy.
But here I am wondering,
'Is God really going to let it slip away just like that?'
I guess I will have to play along to God's plan until I know its settled.

"So do you still write?"
A close friend asked.
"Not so much, I haven't had anything to write"

She secretly wrote in black and white.
Typed, and edited her work.
But it was so unbearable to share,
She held all her present miseries she wanted left unsaid.

Even till this day they still stay in her secret place.
For those feeling and moments are hers alone  to keep,
And so many of them for her to burn.

She has been so broken,
That little girl inside of me.
She couldn't leap for joy no more,
Her worst burden was faking a smile.

The pages to her books, socked with tears.
And her passwords, changed every week.
She has been hiding this part of her from the rest of the world.
Avoiding her reflection,
But she couldn't do it for long.

Accidentally looking at that splintered ******* the mirror she had been avoiding all along,
she begun to speak;
"Okay, this has been going on for too long,
You are not broken,
You are not weak, you can go beyond the odds.
You are deserving,
How do you expect to keep helping others if you can't help yourself?
Wipe away your tears,
And put a smile on your face,
For you are surely the best,
The most amazing,
And the world needs you,
Be strong for them, and for yourself too.
You don't need a man to make you happy,
Neither to complete you.
You don't need comfort from nobody,
God is your comforter,
God is your love,
You are beautiful and wonderfully made.
God did not make you for this dismay.
He called you the light of the world,
It is time to arise, before your light goes up,
Stir up that gift before it is too late,
You are more than a conquerer,
So why do you cry?..."

She went on and on.
Though it at first felt so awkward,
She begun to feeling change;

The burdens on her shoulders melting.
The walls over her heart breaking.
She begun to see those tears drying,
Her voice a little more clear.
She begun to see that spark in her eyes.
She was breathing again.

And finally,
She saw her beautiful smile again.
And She knew that, that little powerless girl in her,
Had finally transformed to a woman.

Dear Black Men,
They have been throwing you away like a trash can.
Never to Understand
That you have value, and for your life God has designed a plan.
So Here I am with you, Side by side I place my hands, in your rough, calloused, laboring hands.
Merging together in solidarity just as a musical band.
As you are Always being placed under Servere Scrutiny
At this moment I stand with you declaring that we start speaking the healing language of unity.
Or This will be The End of Our Community.
Before our Village becomes Extinct
within a moments notice like the eyes that blink.
Removing The hate from our heart and brain that have formed into a kink
like the negative thoughts that we think
Overwhelming the mind drowning only to sink.
They are an Important asset to the family  just as the body needs Zinc.
They're An Esstenial Mineral.
Yet you label them as a Criminal, Cynical, Miserable, Pitiful,
A Creature deemed Unforgivable,
But if you look beyond the attributes of the physical
Take a glace At the mental and spiritual temple.
Resting inside is Gods Love that's Unconditional.
Then is when you will see what I see  Indispensable Individuals; Descendents From Israel.
Does the pigment of thier skin disqualifies him as being equal?
Is this Prince of Egypt's Sequel?
Or maybe its the fact that These Men are  Gods Royal people.

And Still you label them a Negros.
But when thier Tribe looks at them we See A heros.
Trying to lead thier people to the mental state of freedom just Moses did In Exodus from Pharoh.
If only it were that simple
To see inside The temple's window
You would see souls so beautiful.
conscious men awoken to what thier mind and innermen has come to know
Or hearts so rare its special.
And Like A super Moon painted on the black sky thier spirits will glow.

They are kings whom are kind and gracious.
Like a lion's Roar thier Words Are Boldy spoken into the atmosphere and Audacious
Their presences is contagious
Their spirit his courageous.

They are men whos wife and children watch intentively and admire.
They are the household provider.
In their minds he sparks a fire
A flame That Inspires.

He's The The soul that lives within.
Their Maghony skin has been dipped into Hersheys Rich Chocolate Melanin
Thier Deep Voice sounds like A roar from Lions Den , Vigorous and Masculine.
They are powerful like strength and of A thousand men.
Thier smile is as bright as the Radient sun warm and Golden.
From what Cloth was these men woven
that such a men of thier statue has not only been called but also chosen.
Theres something they are Beholding
They are just as a campfire in the blackness of the night glowin.

They are men of color
They are the cover for thier lover
They are My brothers from other mothers.

To The Blackwoman they are our
Batmen, Supermen, Ironmen, Tarzan, Patrolmen, repairmen, handymen, guardsmen, Businessmen and Gentlemen.
And We are your support system, your biggest fans.

You all are The craftmanship of The Most High's hand.
Constructed from the dust of the ground on which we stand.
Mixed with breathe of Life created a human being who bare feet ran,
feeling the warmth from the grains of sand, As he Walked among the surface of the land.
Adam, the Earths first black man.

I Wrote this to let you know we value you My Dear Black Man.

When I see into your eyes I see our futures that lies
As if I was looking into the mystery of a crystal ball
answering attentively to loves call.
And it was there That i find
You are one of kind,
A materpiece crafted into a divine design
I can tell by the way Your eyes locked into mine
Although we didnt touch we had become like a braid as both our souls interwined
you send chills quickening up my spine
Its like my body, soul, and mind can sense you are the essences of Greatness defined.
As I examine your mind
It was like was like watching the sunrise
As your lips sing me lullibies
And I become mesmerized
As you give me butterflies
Then My palms fit perfectly in your palms
As My soul sings to your soul a scriptured praise from psalms.
My heart unfolds
And my truth gets told
My femininity surrender to your masculinity.
As I dive into deepest depths of your ocean's bottomless sea
Swimming in it endlessly

I become Intoxicated by your Testoserone
While you get high off of my sweet smelling Pheromones.
Your vibes make me Fantasize
About the sensual exercise you could do while sipping from the rivers that flow from in between my thighs
And from the womb of My belly I let out a beautiful cry
As I am being Submerge in your love as if im being Baptized
Then he Lifts me high like A diamond in the skies.
I take a deep breath in and SIGH
Because no man is better than my Handsome guy as I get high of his Chocolate supply.
Oh me oh my!

Its the beauty of black love between the Black Man And Woman
Its the shimmering shades of Melanin to Melanin
The contact of Skin to skin
Caressing each others souls from within.

A Queen needs her Royal King
Just like the violin needs its strings for without it its just a wooden box that doesnt mean a thing.
A God for the Goddess
Thats Honest and modest
And a Venus for Mars
And A consolation for the Most Majestic Shooting stars.
Thier powerful engery turns into a love song traveling distances so far.

Have you ever feel so small
Your presence unrecognised
All your praises goes to your twin
You all there useless
Like a sack left on the shelf

Even those you helped
Not recall your presence
Only think of you during pitch-dark days
Everyday everyhour they think about your twin
Isn't that so heartbreaking?

I doubt if ever my heart will feel better
It is ripped into pieces
Its veins fails to pump blood
Ain't having any energy to fight you twin
Will shine when my friend night allows

Oh twin oh twin oh twin
I only need one favour from you
What have you done to get their attention?

-Lakhana M

A home filled with warmth and nurturance
Where you don't have to bluff yourself
Because no one judges you

A home full of consolation
With people you can lean on
Through thunders and joyful times

During pitch-dark days
With no direction to move forward
Powerless,misery and mournfulness
Falling down from cloud 9
Their hands always open to catch you
They never wane from your sight

Family is everything

-Lakhana

I once asked a guy
"What are we?"

Was lost in the mist
Like lonely sheep in the field
Trying to get a direction
Like a pig swallowing in the mud

I could hear the wind direction
Buckling back and forth
My question whispering again
"What are we"
"What are we"

I heard a voice mumbling
Far from where i was
"We are"
"We are"
"We are children of God"

-Lakhana

Dear African King:

Time and time again I would ask myself
What is love?
I never knew what love was until I met you,
You showed me how to care when my heart was cold as ice
You came along with this fire and made me melt
and held me in your arms and said ''baby one day im gonna make you my wife''..
I pledge my love to you My African King
That I will love honor and always obey
And no matter what I will always stay
Stay faithful and true cause i only have eyes for you.
And as long as God Almighty  is in the midst we’ll be to legit to quit.
Im gonna love you more than ever, more than time and more than love.
More than money, and more than the stars above
More than madness, and more than the waves upon the sea
More than life itself cause you mean that much to me.
I love you because you have always  been my dream
and even though I prayed to God for you
I have always loved you dearly with all of my heart.
I pledge to you to be the best spouse, wife , mother of your children
And with The lord by our side our love will be one in a million
Because i pledged my love to you.

Poem- I am so sick
I am so sick of being used, allowing my body to be sexually abused
By a man who says  he loves me and cant live without me  and says  I wanna have a future with u , baby  just trust me!!!
I am so sick of crying every nite cause I wanna be his wife
Picturing in my head what a great life we would have together and……he’s scared?
Scared of commitment, growing up, being a real man, instead he wants to sell me dreams and all I wanna do is scream!!!!
I am so sick of feeling lonely every-night  getting calls at 3 in the morning cause he was out had 2 much 2 drink now he wants to **** it off,     right….
I am so sick of him not knowing who he wants, one min he is with me, then back with his ex he messes with both of  our minds…… whats next?
I am so sick of this man cause he has me so confused, and abused and I feel used.
Im sick of the way I allow him to control my mind, use up all my free time, and block out any guy that wants to holla at me from time time to time.
I allowed this man to control my life, I  hung around for atleast four years on promises that I was gonna be in his life.
All we ever were was friends not boyfriend, girlfriend…. JUST FRIENDS,
I allowed a friend to stop me from being happy, 
allowed a friend  to sleep with me wenva he wanted ,
allowed a friend to break my heart and make me cry
allowed a friend to sell me dreams,
allowed a friend to make me scream.
I allowed a friend to much opportunities to mess up my life, but  that **** aint gonna happen no more cause I told that friend to ******* and get a life.
I am not sick any more cause I realized I need to love myself before I love any man,
im not sick cause I believe in myself  and I know I can,
I can  do all things through Christ who strenghthens me,
im not sick because ….
I don’t need a man in order to succeed ,
  I can do this all on my own, and  until the lord decides to send a good man in my life.
I am happy and free and happy is all I ever wanted to be.

By. Shakela Storr

African Beats
Written By- Shakela Storr

African Beats, African Beats, African Beats, can u hear those African beats
Im having sleepless nights, nightmares with meanings of life, waking up in cold sweats my heart  is pounding and it goes Boom Boom and its goes faster Boom Boom and faster Boom Boom.
And I begin to get weak and the sound of drums ring off in my ear like an alarm clock and its loud and it gets louder and louder every min and I start to lose it and I scream
( stopppppppppppp) !
Tossing and turning in my bed I feel scared the beats show me a pregnant woman who was beaten to shreds.
Then I see slaves in shackles and were tackled by the white slaves masters who thought they were nothing but senseless disgusting cattle’s .
The beats get louder and I see my forefathers with chains around their neck fifty lashes to their chest with demands that if they don’t shut up and work their children are next.
The beats get louder and I cry stopppppppppppp!!!! ,  but instead all I see is an old crippled man working on a cotton field with  dreams of being free to go and he sings very loudly let my people go.  
Then I heard him sing ‘’ Wait in the water, wait in the water children, wait in the water God is gonna trouble the waters’’.
  O what a sight to see black African people not being free, then the beats show me a family of three who was brutally murdered because they decided it was time for freedom of speech.
African beats, African Beats, African Beats can u hear those African Beats,
Yes drum beats I can hear you, but why do you trouble me so, why do you make my heart so weak with tears I have to know?
Why do you show me such horrifying images, what are you trying to say  i just want you to leave me alone and go away.
Why were black people treated so bad, why were these white people so mad? 
 Why did they take black people from the motherland and ship them away to be so sold like gold, why did they tear families apart that’s so cold?
Africans beats I beg of u please leave me alone whatever your trying to say I get the picture Black African people have come a long long way.
Black people have come so far that we should be proud of where we are today.
We should be proud that were even allowed to pray.
We should be proud that our ancestors fought for our rights and though  it was never easy they didn’t give up without a fight.
We should be proud that Martin luther King Jr  had a dream and saw us 20 , 30 years later not living in shame.
We should be proud that our ancestors were so brave they had a hard life but it surely paid off one day.
Beats I hear your message and it’s very clear I am black and proud to be here.

Written by- Shakela Storr

I am tired of being torn
But inside I know im being warned
I gatta choose, but this feeling inside wont let me loose
I got a real good man in my life, takes care of me and treats me right
Shopping sprees, trips around the world, **** this man even buys me diamonds and pearls
He spends quality time with me and when im down he makes sure that I don’t wear a frown
But I have a secret that’s so bad, being torn like this is so dam sad.
I got a man in my life who wants to do right
And a **** who loves on me every single night
Bald headed, Strong, muscular, ****** chocolate
Tall, dark and handsome
tattoos all over his body
Tongue ring in his mouth and when he kisses me all over he makes me tremble and shout
DAM I love u boo!
I call him my mandingo cause he’s so true
The *** is so good, tears roll down my eyes and I cry tears of joy
And wish he would never stop and for a moment I think im in love
Forgetting this ****  aint nothing but a scrub.
He’s a hustler, gangsta, liar and thief
I said all those bad things but still he makes me weak
I got a good man in life he just proposed
I don’t wana  loose, but this man  he gat me so confused.
And now im pregnant, and I feel like ****
Cause I don’t even know who my baby daddy is
I cant tell my fionce im having second thoughts
You should see him, he’s so excited about this new life im bringing forth.
What do I do this **** don’t even care
He disappeared off the face of this earth and went some where
And now  im stuck with a seed that was planted in side of me
Cause all I wanted was some fun!
Now I have to live with the bad mistakes that I made
Being torn like this really doesn’t make my day
Ladies if you got a good man in your life
Please love and treat your man right
Be faithful and true, cause if you don’t I guarantee it’ll  come back
AND HURT YOU!
Written By- Shakela Donnet Storr

I don't even know you yet,
but I love u more than life itself..
Your existence already has the power to define me.
Through you I am complete, I have found meaning and most importantly you have
made any tangible achievement loose its value.
I'm taken by the mere thought of you,
you are one experience I never want to forget,
from the pleasure to the pain.
There is no way in hell I shall ever make you carry the burden of knowing that you were a mistake,
if by any chance your ears are bruised with such cutting words and you find yourself starting to believe them, let my love for you combined with your fathers love be proof that you were planned. Your existence could have only come about through the little things such as the crazy giggles your father and I exchanged,
the one kiss he reassured me with at all times that I'm his,
the heartfelt sometimes senseless conversations followed by unique oneness of the soul and you were made.
You my love,I've longed to announce your presence within me,to feel your first kick,to see my body change into something I too might not like at the end of the day but if that's the sacrifice I should take for you,I would do it in a blink of an eye.
You are my religious decision, I needed to be your fathers wife in order to get you.
You are our right track to securing our financial stability,your father and I don't want to deny you of anything you need because of financial strain, the thought of you motivates us to be financially secured.
We can not predict the future, so we can never be too sure of the financial burden we might face,
so love of my life know that your father and I are trying really hard to hand you most things in life on a silver platter.
I know that when you are born your father and I will question everything but also be grateful for each thing, this will only be caused by the beauty we see in you created by us and blessed by HIM.
I can't predict how my nine months will be but I'm truly blessed that its your father who will take care of me,
he too will see a side of me he has never seen before but he will love me through the pain,
the tears,
the hormonal outbreak,
the confusing mixture of cravings,
the long hours of labour and the joy I shall share with him because at the end of the day its not my pregnancy but our pregnancy..
My angel mommy and daddy love you..