May 5, 2013 Blog Dare Prompt – Before you even begin…

I am skipping over May 4th for now until I finish it on paper. I am still jotting my thoughts on paper for this one while also searching for a particular image to put with it, so the fourth  entry will be out-of-order. I think that it’s a little weird how some poems come to me in ‘freestyle’ mode, but others have to be dealt with in the most absolute opposite way. These are of course more difficult to publish because of all the work, research, and heart that truly creates the essence of the finished work. With that being said, please excuse my skip-over for now.

The prompt for May 5th immediately caught my eye, and I knew that this post would be in the form of a rap-like lyrics. Though I’m definitely not a rapper I still enjoy writing like this from time to time, so here goes!

Before you even begin…

Let me stop you right there

Whatever it is that you’re gonna say

I don’t even care

I don’t mind shootin’ the breeze

with a little small talk

But when it turns into that other sh*t

I’m gettin’ up and I’m gonna walk

Away from the he said she said

Little girl middle school crap

Who cares what they said about me

I sure don’t – so it’s a wrap

I don’t sit around all day

Worryin’ about what somebody else thinks

Only my opinion of myself counts

So this stuff you’re bringin’ me stinks

My momma always told me this…

I know for sure she was not wrong

“Baby, beware of the dog

that always brings you a bone.”


I’ll make it plainly clear for you

The fact that you always know what was said

Means that you had to be talkin’ too

Or maybe not

Makes absolutely no difference to me

I just happen to find it strange that

With them is where you often seem to be

For somebody who claims to be offended

By what was said behind my back

As if you have done me a favor

Thinkin’ I’ll cut you some slack


Believe me, I’m hip to this game

I’m supposed to listen to you and get pissed at them

No change, it’s always been the same

That’s why I never fall for it

Say what you wanna – I won’t stress

Who said either one of you were important enough

To get me caught up in some mess

This is what I have learned

When folks talk – you must be doin’ somethin’ right

You apparently have nothing better to do

Than speak on me all day and night

Don’t get me wrong – I do appreciate

This bone that you once again bring me

It only proves the mere fact

That the important one must be me

So when you go back to give your report

On my reaction, feelings or lack thereof

Make mention that I asked who cares

I only have feelings for the people I love

I can tell that you’re  anxious to leave now

Go on back and tell them what I said

I’m sure the conversation will be interesting

But know that you have been read

This should help you in the future

The very next time that we meet

Before you even begin

Watch your mouth, cause talk is cheap




Poem #15 – The Believer

Though without help

You will make it through

Though they all left

You can still make due

The day was dark

The night was long

Never dwell on

How you were done wrong

It happens

To us all

Just get back up

When you fall

You may not see Him

But yes, He is there

Deep in your heart

You know He cares

Without help

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From your friends

He is still there

Even when time ends

There is no other

Who will be

As close

As He

Even when bereaved

He comforts you

If only

You will believe

So is your soul

Which is your mind

Not physical

But divine

So is He

Who walks with you

To remind you

Of what to do

We are not holy now

But in time, we will

For now

Be healed

Take wisdom

It is of great worth

As you walk today

On Earth

Without love

From man

It means nothing

He is love, and He can

Stay the course

Follow your path

Designed just for you

In the aftermath

When it seems

That you are without help

He will provide for you


Try not to worry

Even when you are afraid

It defines the way

That He has made

Just for you

When without help

He is with you

At every step

When without help



Poem #14 -Miss Fancy

Here comes Miss Fancy

That’s what she likes to call herself

She wears designer clothes sometimes

On the days that she can afford it

But she faithfully keeps her appointments

At the beauty parlor

Miss Fancy also makes sure

That her nails are done

And that nothing is out-of-place

In her house

There’s nothing wrong with that

But the thing about Miss Fancy

Is that she wants everybody else

To call her Miss Fancy

When we all know

That Miss Fancy

Is not that fancy at all

She came from the wrong side of town

There’s nothing wrong with that

But Miss Fancy was able to make a big move

She now lives in the burbs

Only her neighbors are allowed to visit her house

Where she hosts brunches and social gatherings

She no longer speaks to her friends and most of her family

They were there for her long ago

She said that they are now beneath her

There’s something wrong with that

Miss Fancy is quite  uppity

So is her husband

On the days that he can afford it

He makes sure that Miss Fancy doesn’t miss a day

Of work

She likes it that way

There’s nothing wrong with that

On her off days

Miss Fancy still

Sends her kids to the babysitter

On the days that she can afford it

Her kids are lonely

But she doesn’t even notice

There is something wrong with that

She must entertain her guests

Miss Fancy lost her job one day

She can’t afford the designer clothes


But she still tries

Because her husband works too

But Miss Fancy is still

Looking for work

The kids are still lonely

Although they no longer

Go to the babysitter

She taught them

That other kids are beneath them

Especially family

There’s something wrong with that

Why can’t she just be herself

She is still loved

She doesn’t have to be fancy

For us

Her kids don’t have to be lonely

With us

But Miss Fancy still says

That we are beneath her

And what is wrong with that










Poem #3 – The Starving Artist

What if your pen and pad were all you had

No money, no home;  just you and your thoughts alone

While sitting on a stool in an empty room; would you concentrate on your impending doom

As angry groans from your belly reveal; that you know not from whence will come your next meal

Would you beg, borrow, and steal; or would you write about it in order to heal

What if your voice was your only choice

No family or friends to consider your pain; as you stand outside alone in the rain

Wondering if anyone will have the guts to care; as they continue walking past, only stopping to stare

Helplessly you shiver, overcome with your fears; as drops from the sky mix in with your tears

Would you allow suffering silence to shield you from all that is wrong; or would you defiantly sing out as a way to fight back and be strong

What if  your only means of sight; came from touching and hearing – not from light

No blue, green, yellow, blue, or pink; only notes and rhythm in sync

 Enshrouded by pitch blackness, unable to escape; moving forward in time, counting each step that you take

Birds become melodies, strong winds harmonize; every sound that is near makes you realize

The use of your hands on wood and strings; brings you out of the darkness, uncovering all things

What if we all were willing to share; our gifts with everyone – here and there

No homelessness, no loneliness, no darkness for the blind

Pens, pads, voices, notes and rhythm, all working together in time

What would this world be like if these were all we were required to give

Would you keep it all for yourself, or provide for others to live

Poem #2 – American ‘Sense-us’

What wind blew you in? When did the rain begin?

Nowhere is where I’ve been, and my face don’t feel like wearin’ no grin…

It is clearly not my time to shine but still, I refuse to whine;

I’m just lettin’ off a little steam; it really does help me to hold back that scream;

that so badly wants to make itself  known; but I gotta act my age – ’cause I’m grown;

Temporarily and by choice, my heart turns to stone….

Why is this world so full of sin; when there is so much good to be taken in,

even when it comes to kin; folks just don’t wanna blend –

in with one another –  daughter against mother, brother killin’  brother,

be’in fake eventually blows your cover…

Why is it so hard to keep a friend, and why is it even harder to go from fat to thin?

How  can you claim to know when the world is gonna end?

The mind is in a wondrous tailspin;

when one can create a man made of tin…

Why are people these days so cruel?

Will you tell the truth or just shoot more bull?

Shall I wear leather, or will it be wool?

Where’s the sign on this door? Do I push or pull?

I apparently won’t get any answers today,

so you can just be on your merry little way.

Whether the sun shines or fluffy clouds fill the sky;

we all gotta live – at least ’til we die.

So ain’t no need of be’in bent outta shape;

Just be thankful for each day that you’re awake.

Love yourself first and the skin you’re in;

even if no man ever tells you that you’re a ten.

Rate yourself on how you live;

Are you one who takes, or one to give?

I am so over the wind that blew you in;

I’ll go where life takes me, and until then,

my once stony heart can melt again…

At the end of the day, the Earth is gonna spin;

so why ask why; why even try to fit in?

It don’t really matter if we lose or win;

I’m losin’ the frown and replacin’ my grin;

so if you just happen to not know when to say when,

Truth is –

We all gotta live – at least ’til the end…


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