I be stuck in my ways,
all of the homies that I know they be grindin for days.

Pulling up in that coupe,
driving through the metric system through dark and light in the city.

Ni**as swear they rent me,
calling a chick for therapy,
Callers be sizing me up, popping me off.
******* be knockin me off,
when they betta run me up my money.

Its coming alive.
I'm not ashamed of me.
Straight clowning, silly *** could be.


They said, Silly rabbit, tricks are for magicians.

Abracadabra! Now you see me, now you don't.
Its coming alive. You know that ***** coming alive.
****** be talkin all that noise, issa vibe.
ro ro I'm  dolph. topping me off.
migrate to my inner circle like the petals of a lotus flower expanding through the mist of troubles like a diamond emerged in a cave of darkness.
still watch me shine, because I'm coming alive.

its amazing to visualize the dreams that I had are now my reality.
one minute I'm riding through the rural fields as a little black girl curious about the world. ****! wowla! now I'm hot, because the God is in me.

Blazin through galaxies,
passin blunts by.
smokes up in the air.
growling for success, like the hair standing up on a bear.
got on my knees and I press to sky .
no matter what you hold head uphigh.
evolving. rotating.
as the Saturn rings,
knocking for success

I feel cold, distant, shut off from the world.
I thought it was love but you created the ruptures through my heart. You created the waves of fiery through my voice. I constantly tried loving you. When I let go of the pain I couldn't help but feel safe and astound in your arms. I was confused. Am I throwing away a good man like you or is this a lesson to be learned. I couldn't help but feel my temperature rise to the thought of  cutting you lose. I loved you. I love you. You make my heart beat loud and louder when I'm near you. I stare at you in your eyes wondering what lies between your third eye. Is it what I already know or what you claim to say. Am I losing my mind with the roller coaster of thoughts? Is God sending your aura in my environment because of what you did or plan to do? Is this the universe way of showing me your true colors?
I sit and lay contemplating what to say, how to give my thoughts a voice but all they do is whisper quietly into my TNT of a movie. Am I creating the negative energy? Because I swear, I love you dear but if I silent my worries. Maybe just a sign would show me my correct path. To decipher the facts from the truth instead of losing my soul in a wrought emotion. Show me the way and feed my energy with hope and the positive vibes that is created through the joy and laughter of a giggling baby. Because I want nothing but love and peace even when my soul speaks gypsy; I am nothing more than love itself.

I walk into the room full of viewers, spectators, rich folk, poor folk and saw skin, bones, and a soul.
I didn't see your clothes that you were wearing or the makeup applied to your face.
I didn't see how many natural curls are in your hair or how long your hair had grown.
I didn't see how much money that was in wallet or the car that you pull up to the coffee shop with.

The clerk rung up my order and mispronounced my name. I didn't get angry from a simple mistake from the clerk's effort of bringing a smile to my face with a coffee and a beignet.

I thanked him. I thank the souls that crossed my paths. I thank God for letting our paths crossed because I saw his miracles in my presence living and breathing.

When I finished my coffee, I didn't keep my cup. I only stop for a coffee at the coffee shop. To enjoy this moment in time with others enjoying their coffee as well.

You had me at hello.
I noticed you when I walked into the classroom.
I threw my books on the table and reached into my bag for my bag of chips.
You stared at me while I was eating. You stared at me when I was reading. You stared at me when I was learning.

I kept watching you stare at me as I crack a shy smile. I wanted you but I didn't want myself.
I hated to be there. I hated to come to class. I hated to get dress and put on that **** dress that you love watching me wear.
I hated doing my hair and face. I hated waking up. I hated myself that I felt that I didn't exist anymore. That morning you stared at me not knowing that I awoke in the tub with my wrist slashed. While in class, staring at that **** black dress that I was wearing, didn't know that I had my stomach pumped a week ago because of consuming a dangerous amount of pain reliever pills.
But you stared.

When class was over, I quickly gather my things to put back into my sack to head out of the classroom.
I just wanted to be home, away from society.

While walking out, that dreamy face walk towards me and said "Hello, do you need help with your bags'? I looked at you with total confusion because my bags wasn't heavy until he mentioned help with bags.  I silently laugh but cracked another shy smile, stating that's very sweet of you and yes.

When you grabbed my bag, your shaky hands spilled my bag drooping my pills and blade. You didn't said anything in references to the pills and blade but only stated, 'you are an amazing woman and I would love to get to know potentially marrying you.'

I bust out laughing hysterically thinking you were only running game not knowing that you help me overcome my fear of survival. God use you to save me with that statement because today, our love is strongest love on this earth. You help me beat this sickness because you accepted my sickness as only a rough moment in life.


I love you.

Can you imagine?
A world without God. Would this world exist?
Could human beings be made without the craft of God?
What about our environment?
Could the sun still rise and set?
Could the sun ray's warmth elevate our soul still?
Could it sit perfectly in place still while beaming its rays across the blue sky?

Where the clouds are formed with different shapes and figures.
Where the shade is just right covering that moment towards a chilled, sun setting.

Could the river still be flowing with water, soil, and the living?
Could the survival of the creatures of comfort maintained survival?

Could I exist?
Could I wake up in the morning to my dogs licking me in the face?
Could I still hold my newborn son? or new born daughter?

Could I still bring my kids to school?
Could they learn?
Could we survive with God?

No.