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By: Cedric McClester

Women swarmed the streets
Of Washington and the USA
Putting the President on notice
That they don’t intend to play
And he can’t take away
Everything that they’ve gained
To make America great again
Had better be explained

Women swarmed the streets
Some called it ***** power
Their numbers were increasing
Each and every hour
Even over seas
Their voices could be heard
So trying to keep them down
At that point was absurd

Women swarmed the streets
They came from everywhere
And every ethnic group
Was represented there
In all stripes and colors
Of the rainbow see
Expressing their desire
To have him let them be

Women swarmed the streets
It’s not to be believed
How their numbers kept increasing
Who in the world conceived
That two women from Hawaii
Would have been the trigger
For a demonstration and march
That just got bigger and bigger










Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017.  All rights reserved.
I cuddle the night,
Embracing his warm covers
Over my wounded heart

Lonely, broken,
Shuttered,
And bled

That it aches,
Screams,
And sobs

Echoing within,
the corners of my soul,
When I sold me
Into slavery

A bartered exchange,
Of hearts
That you toyed with my own
While I handled yours
With a mother's hand
There's more to life than living to die ; there's more to death  than dying from living. We die to live just so we can live, then die ? Or do we die to live just so we can die?
You choose your time and either use it purposely or let it run,  we count the years we've lived,  but do we consider the years we are dying .
sweet gas station champagne
and rocky *******
melodic moans escape
as you whisper my name
our tongues dance
like children in soft summer rain
silky lips on my *******
desire surging through my veins

now drunk on your presence
and high on romance
you softly kiss my forehead
then slip on your pants
body tingling, mind racing
while lost deep in your trance
you waltz out the door and slur
"glad i had the chance”
 Jan 2017 Julia R Ervin
lei
tell me,
does it look like i'm already in love with you?

can you tell
that i've replaced all the stars in the sky
with every single piece of your galaxy?
I wonder if killing yourself
is the only thing you can control in your entire life,
and that's why it's a sin.
Because you're beating God at his own game.

— The End —