Misunderstood

The deepest of secrets lie within 

Yearning for a companion that would comprehend 

The rage of emotions incessantly changing their motives

Creating an atmosphere of uninvited thoughts of poisons & potions

Hoping they are caged because if they are let free 

It will be hard to tame what will be perceived as the enemy

"I come in peace! Know this now so I don't have to pretend to be

Something I'm not, she died long ago 

However, she is still kin to me!"

What I know inside is that I'm searching for understanding 

And when I don't have it, I seek it and I can become some what demanding 

Seeking the breath I need in order to relax

But your truths will set me free can't you see I don't want to relapse? 

And my truths are in the pudding 

Not easily understood is a fact 

Expression is more than words and there are not enough verbs for you to ever counteract 

My mind is constantly racing and it's thinking now I know

I'm trying to get this off my bra and in my mind planning the seed I'm about to sow 

My heart is a giver even when it doesn't gets back 

It's how I do the right thing and they don't make trophies that. 

Ferguson, Oh Ferguson!

Ferguson, Oh Ferguson
How mighty your cry?
Standing 100 sleepless nights
While all along being denied
Denied of your hurts
Denied of your freedoms
Denied of justice
Denied of your reasons

Ferguson, Oh Ferguson
How strong your example?
The evidence wasn't enough
Even though you had showed it to be ample
Ample enough for trail
Ample enough for an arrest
Ample enough for questioning
Ample enough to be fully assessed

Ferguson, Oh Ferguson
How many kids do we have to kill?
Mike Brown belonged to you
But what if he belonged to Capitol Hill?
What if he was their son?
What is it they would they feel?
What if the tables were turned?
Would they want at least good will?

Ferguson, Oh Ferguson
How I wish I could hug you all!
United we all stand
But if we separate, we all fall
Fall for deception
Fall for fake peace
Fall for what they want us to know
Fall for forced defeat

Ferguson, Oh Ferguson
Please hear my cry!
I know we all want justice
But I know we don't want another one of our children to die!
Die behind enemy lines!
Die behind protect and serve!
Die behind what's supposed to help us!
Die in a place where we don't deserve!

Ferguson, Oh Ferguson
Let's just make it right!
Let's fight with our brains
Let's stop the killing tonight
Tonight we riot
Tonight we scream
Tonight they'll find a reason to murder
And tomorrow we'll have another reason to fight the so called "American Dream"

We don't need another one...


ExcuseMyKharisma

He needs you. He needs your unconditional everything. No one is harder on a man than himself. So the next time you part your lips, speak to what is inside of him. Speak to the growth in him and not to his set backs. Speak to his successes and milestones and not to his mistakes. Speak to his future and not to his past. Speak to the King in him and not to the kid that only you make him out to be. Don't tear him down. He gets enough of that in society. When he comes home, it's your job to lift him up. So when he goes back out into the world he is more confident and focused than he was the day before. Speak to the royalty in him. Every man needs to be reminded that he is a King. 

#ExcuseMyKharisma ❤️

November 11th

Mind is racing

Thoughts are chasing 

Tales unwritten 

But they aren't basic 

More complex than the rest 

My brain is tired of probation 

Time is wasting 

I need some help 

I barely recognize myself

I barely make time for myself 

I'm tired of sitting on this shelf

Just to be seen, I wanna be felt 

I wanna be heard I wanna be dealt

A better hand than what's given 

I'm still gonna play no matter the division 

And as I add,  I must subtract 

All the people who had my back 

Where they at? Where they at? 

They all seem fraud and that's a fact

And it's fact 

I don't interact 

Cause the enemy lives just to attack

And when he does 

He just gets whacked 

Box him up

He could get packed 

He could wrecked

And you could be next

I have no fear 

I just pull out my best

And it ain't no guess 

That I'm not impressed

With what you have 

It just seems less

Than what I embody 

I am no hobby 

I'm somebody's daughter

I'm somebody's mommy 

I have a job

I'm nobody's Tommy

But bring his gun 

Just in case you try me 

No Dej Loaf

You can get smoked 

You can get trashed 

You can get choked 

You can get thrashed 

Don't you ever provoke 

When you're in my path

Cause I ain't no joke

Yes little old me 

Yes little old i 

Don't ever be fooled

I capitalize 

In every sentence

I handle my business 

I might be stressed but I ain't in prison 

I have arisen

I have shined 

I may be lost

But I ain't blind

Now is my time 

Forget your stigma 

I'll always go hard 

Just Excuse My Kharisma 

(C)opyrighted 2014

Choose Different

When the passion revs it's engine, react immediately. There are times when we get knocked down. And it happens so often that feeling low is comfortable because it's so familiar. Don't get comfortable. Don't become complacent. Where you are is not where you are going to be. There is something much greater that is waiting for you. Don't be afraid to approach it. Apprehension is common but you should never let apprehension conquer your passion. Passion feeds you enough to feed others for what they are starving for. And that in turn will create a society that you were called to lead. Make the choice. Your current state right now is a choice. If you like what you have going, keep choosing. If you have to question what's going on, choose different. Life is too short to be unsure, unrealistic, and unhappy. Choose Different. Choose Right. Choose You. #ExcuseMyKharisma ❤️

(C)opyrighted November 2014

A Beautiful Struggle

I had to go through some things to understand my right now
I'm still going through things just to get to my crown
I have to ignore some things just to make it around
All the devil's games are no longer played on my grounds
See we all get lost and that's where we are found
And our blessings begin to show up and we scream aloud
Oh so high to the heavens because it is Him who astounds
All the enemies who want you to slip up with a crowd
Who will laugh and watch and make up hateful plots
Designed to have you to lose and amuse I WILL NOT!
Because the butterflies of blessings has my stomach in knots
And I'm in untangle season so disregard my shots
That I'm about to take because I'm aiming for more
And I'ma obey my directions; no need to go to war
With myself about things I want an instant answer for
Just know my faith is getting stronger with every unopened door
But as I continue knocking, I just want to say
The struggle is real, but beautiful in it's own special way
Cause the lesson I'm learning leaves me yearning to pray
Longer, harder, and deeper but believing in Jesus it's okay
So a "Thank You" is in order
For that blood disorder
That you delivered me from which stopped my panic disorders
Because it was you who had ordered
All my steps and recorded
The growth you need me to see so I can trust you while sober
And I thank you again for every mistake I made
Because without them I wouldn't be the woman you made
And I made up my mind
It's to you I'll confide
Because you designed this beautiful struggle
and from you I cannot hide...

Lord please, ExcuseMyKharisma!

(c)Copyrighted September 2014

Harris

The Coffee Shop – PT 2

The coffee shop is PACKED this morning! Frank is yelling out orders and I only see one seat available at the counter top. As I fight my way to my normal seat, I finally take off my jacket as I prepare to sit down in the quaint and crowded establishment.

I hear “Good Morning Faith!” as I’m searching for my cell in my purse,

“Hey Frankie! I’ll take my regular Hun.”

“I’m not sure about Frank. But I am well.”

I looked over to my right and saw Harris giving me the same gracious smile as yesterday,

“Harris?”

“Terrance. You can call me Terrance. How did you know my last name?”

Now don’t I feel like a damn stalker?

“Whelp, you never seem to pick up your order the first time they call your name so I think anyone who is a regular can identify you as ‘Harris’ sir.”

We both let out an overbearing laugh. When it was over, we stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Terrance reached over to fix my hair when I looked down out of nervousness. He said, “Come take a ride with me.” Then all I heard,

“Power 105.1 It’s the Breakfast Club! Good Morning,” says DJ Envy as he does each morning. “Damn it! I was dreaming!” Immediately, I pulled the covers over my head. But I was certainly ready to see Harris this morning as I crawled out of bed.

Stay Tuned

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