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

ExcuseMyKharisma

Harris

The Coffee Shop – PT 1

“Harris order up!” I snapped out of my ‘Damn, I gotta go to work in 45 minutes’ daze. I sipped my coffee to get my mind right and hopefully wash down any left over bagel pieces stuck in my teeth.  I’ve never been so relived to hear the overweight Italian guy with the belly hugging T-shirt to continuously yell, “Harris! Order up!”  That gave me more time to check for crumbs and at least apply a coat of Blistex to my lips.

He, who I only know as ‘Harris’, dashes up as I place my make up bag back into my purse. Smooth, he didn’t catch me. “Apologies Frank! I was on a call,” he said as he grabbed his order. I couldn’t help but to internally quiver as his baritone voice dressed in a tailored suit, standing at 6”2, covered in chocolate skin spoke with such eloquence.

I can only assume that he is from this area. His confidence was radiant and everyone seemed to know him. As he paid for his items, he turned around and gave me the most beautiful smile, “Have a good day miss,” as he walks out the door. And as always, my mind went with him too.

I saw myself getting in his car as he opened the door for me until I heard, “Faith! Order up!” Even though I didn’t get in that car, I have another opportunity to make it reality tomorrow morning.

Stay Tuned

ExcuseMyKharisma

The Coffee Shop – PT 1

For You

I wish I could see what you see in me
The shine in your eyes & brightness in your smile
Let's me know you're digging my energy
And whenever you are around me you know you don't have to pretend to be
Something your not because I will always reciprocate whatever you give to me
My intent will never be to be your enemy
Just show you love in ways that would stimulate you mentally
A cry for help is truly silent
I don't have to hear to see
What you want to communicate even when you express it so vehemently
When it's all said & done I just want to create a synergy
Never on purpose just with a purpose to conquer with a legacy
I want to live after I die and do it with serenity
The goal is to leave behind a presence that can stand independently
Until I fade I promise to only give you the real me
Just press rewind to share my story & all the sweet memories


Just know...

ExcuseMyKharisma❤️

Let It Go

Expiration dates exists in all that we do. Milk. Food. Coupons. Medicine. Car Registration. Hot Sauce. (Gon head and act like you didn't know hot sauce had an expiration date. Keep putting that shit that's been in your cabinet since Cash Money took over in the '99 and the 2000 on your chicken if you would like!) Regardless to what, nothing lasts forever. But what about those entities that expire without a label? Jobs. People. Life. Clothes. Hurt. Anger. Defeat.  How do we know when to let go?

I strongly believe God gives us warning signs and a mighty strong intuition in which we choose to ignore. We ignore these red flags for numerous reasons : comfort, stability, history, hope, image, fear. The list can go on and on and on. But simply ask yourself, "How many expired items am I keeping?"

I had my iPhone 4s since 2011. Even though numerous versions of the Apple phone had released, I didn't want a new one. It worked just fine! Okay okay okay. It was a little slow, storage was full, and it died often. No biggie. I made the choice to compromise because it did what I needed and I was content with that... Then there was last Wednesday. I dropped her dead on her face. (Yes, I personified my iPhone. Sue me.) Needless to say, her face had stretch marks aka I cracked my screen. Now typically, I would scream out unto the Apple heavens in a long, dramatic way that would be captured in slow motion in your nearest movie cinema. But I didn't...

Later that day, I also found out the department I've worked my ass off for the last 6 years will be shutting down in less than 60 days. Could my day get any worse? Now typically, I would have an anxiety attack so intense that I would launch my iphone to the Virgin Islands, and cry about all the bills that won't stop coming just because my job did. But I didn't...

Rapper Notorious B.I.G. once said on the track Sky's the Limit "Only Make Moves When Ya Heart's In It." And I knew my heart was no longer into that phone. My heart was no longer into my line of business. And I knew for a very long time that both items had expired in my life. I held on for numerous EXCUSES: comfort, stability, history, hope, image, fear. The list can go on and on and on.
But I learned a very valuable lesson on that day: You have to let go of things or they will let go of you.

Expiration dates exists in all that we do. Milk. Food. Coupons. Medicine. Car Registration. Hot Sauce. Jobs. People. Life. Clothes. Hurt. Anger. Defeat. And as we've all learned, iPhones too!!! Holding on to things for the sake of memory isn't going to cut it. So, how many items in your life has expired or will expire soon? And if your items don't have a clear label of expiration, is your heart in it? Don't make the choice to compromise because it does what you need it to do. I challenge you to break that contentment! Let go of these things or these things will be forced to let go of you.


ExcuseMyKharisma ❤️

Morning Koffee

Don't force it
Just let it come naturally
And if it's for you
Then it's yours organically
If it's from the heart
Then ashamed you don't have to be
All that matters are the roots
Just know shade will grow eventually...


Apply It How You Will
I'm Just Saying How You Feel


ExcuseMyKharisma ❤️

Don't Think About It Too Much

Don’t Think About It Too Much

That’s what the man told me

And all long I’ve been digging him

I never thought he was phony

But to me he’s dopest

The haters call him being corny

What they don’t realize is all along

He is just telling his story

An open journal or dialogue

Whatever’s provoking

It’s how you feeling in that moment

So it needs to be spoken

Or written down

And space it out so it gets around

& whether its R&B, Rap or Pop it’s still one hell of a sound

And don’t get antsy when it don’t tickle they fancy

Cause it’s gonna feel like grace when it hits

And it ain't coming from Nancy

But that’s all that matters

In terms of respect and the power

And if you don’t understand it now

It all makes sense under the sour

Under the influence of pressure

I’m in my finest hour

And you won’t realize it until I vanish

Something like an Adina Howard

And that’s no dis cause think about it

She made some classic records

That a lot of ya’ll new niggas was birth to

Now that’s just for the record

But it was a smash none the less

Not reducing the pick up

But I need abundance in this game

I ain’t the one for the slip ups

I’m not sending shots up

But I need more than a few boy

I ain’t tryna worry how I’ma pop up

Cause the money got em looking confused boy

I wanna stay up late

Engage in convos with mates

About all of our fates

Just give me a muse a boy

My inspiration came from just being myself

The fact I choose to share it with the world

It’s more like being the help

Help you get through what you get through

And help me get to through what I get to

Having misusing my mental

And riding my worries like it’s a rental

But we all do it so I ain’t choosing to wait until tomorrow

The reward is already on its way

And I ain’t got time to borrow

Following my passion can bring joys

And few more sorrows

But when it’s passion that you are following

Sorrows never add up to the price of the condo

Just know …

Excuse My Kharisma

(c) copyrighted  July 2014