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

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

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.

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

Who is she

Why O why do you call her name every night when you are asleep, ''Who is she''?
why do you love her so much that you cannot eat, ''Who is she''?
Why does she get to travel with you all around the world, but its me you show off to your family and friends because you said that im your pearl!
No one has ever seen this lady, why do you keep her a secret, Who is she''?
she’s maxing out your credit cards with expensive gifts, yes! I’ve seen the bills at the end of the month.
Your taking her shopping at Proda, Gucci ,Juicy Couture and jimmy chue stores, ''Who is she''
You aint never took me to those places I respect this Trick cause she’s getting money and gifts that I don’t even get.
Baby im dying inside who is she?  
Why do you love her more?
Is she better in bed?
Where is she from?
Is she beautiful?
People I love this man with all my heart, he completes me,
he is the ying to my yang,
the apple of my eye,
He was my African King but when that ***** came along all I ever hear when he falls asleep is...

Diamond!
Diamond!
Diamond!
Who  the hell is diamond?  '' Who is she''?
 You call her diamond and call me pearl.
Diamonds are a girls best friend, I wonder why I couldn’t I get a name like that, I know why cause im second best.
I came home early from work one Tuesday afternoon feeling sick and tired of that stressful place call a j.o.b ,
When I opened the door and entered the living room I smelt sweet, sweet perfume I followed the scent and it led to the bedroom
but the door was closed, The sounds of Luther Vandros played in the back ground
( Music Plays  If only for one night)…….
I said to myself I caught this *****,
Mad as hell im walking up and down in the living room,
wondering if I should bust in on him. 
 The good part of me said I couldn’t take seeing with another woman don’t open that door
and the bad part of me said do it girl do it
Do it girl do it!
Then I heard him say to her what’s my name!
Whats my name! and she screamed to the tip of her voice Jesus! Jesus!
I fell to my knees burning up inside,
heartbroken,
tears flowing, saying why does it hurt so bad.
Then I got up off my knees and opened the door,
before I could look up I looked down rose petals everywhere.
Then I saw my African King doing his thing and I said O ****! O **** (Pause).
And that is when I realized that the proda wearing,
Gucci faring
sweet o sweet smelling lady was a …Proda wearing,
Gucci faring,
sweet, sweet, smelling  ….. Man!
Written by- Shakela Donnet Storr