Sisterhood

SISTERHOOD
by Starlet Williams on Tuesday, March 6, 2012 at 4:03pm ·

SISTERHOOD:

SISTERHOOD….WEATHER BY BLOOD….FRIENDSHIP OR BY SISTER’S IN SPIRIT…..IT IS A FULFILLING BOND TO EXPERIENCE….

WE ARE SISTERS FROM A FANTASTIC MOLD … RADIANT…. VIBRANT…..BOLD ….BEAUTIFUL……WE SPARKLE LIKE THE RED BIRD THAT SITS ON HER PERCH ….WE ARE QUEENS OF THIS EARTH…..

SISTERHOOD COMES IN ALL FOLDS … WE ARE BUILDING AN ARMOR OF …TRUST… HOPES…DREAMS GROWING TOGETHER WITH THE DEPTHS WITHIN TO HAVE EACH OTHERS BACK…..

WERE THERE FOR EACH OTHER IN TIMES OF NEED TO GIVE….. A HUG…. A SHOULDER TO LEAN OR JUST AN EAR…….BUT WILL PUT EACH OTHER IN CHECK IF NEED BE…….. LETTING THEM KNOW WHEN THEIR WRONG……

WE ARE BLOOD….FRIENDSHIP ….SISTER’S IN SPIRIT’S ….WE ARE LOVE ….RESPECT…….WARMTH…. PEACE ….UNDERSTANDING TO SEE EACH OTHER THROUGH…… JOY …. LOVE…. PAIN…..

WE ARE WOMEN……. WE ARE HERE TO SHOW WE CARE ….WE ENCIRCLE ONE ANOTHER IN THIS SISTERHOOD WE SHARE……

© 2/2003
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She Wonders

SHE WONDERS
by Starlet Williams on Thursday, March 8, 2012 at 1:42pm ·

SHE STARES AT THE MAJESTIC MOON GOT HER HEAD ON STRAIGHT BUT CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER…WHY SHE FEELS SO ALONE

CAN’T CATCH HOLD TO WHY SHE HAS NO MAN OF HER OWN SEEMS THEY JUST LOOK RIGHT THROUGH THE GIFT SHE IS STRONG NEVER APOLOGETIC FOR WANTING MORE THAN JUST A SCORE

WISHING ONE DAY HER KING…. WILL ONE DAY BE HERE AND PUT HER AT EASE AS HE PLEASE CONTROLLING HOW SHE FEELS BUT THE LONELINESS STILLED WELLS WITHIN NOT WANTING TO DROWN IN THESE LONELY SKIES IN THESE LONELY NIGHTS

PRAYING FOR HER KING TO ARRIVE ….THE COMPANION TO BE BY HER SIDE FOR LIFE BUT ONLY FAKE INTENTIONS HAS CROSSED HER LONELY EYE’S HOPE THIS BE A MIRROR TO HER PASS……….GAZE…..GAZE AT THE INDIGO BLUE IS ALL SHE CAN DO….. UNTIL LONELINESS COMES TO REST AS SHE CRY’S TO THE HEAVENS ABOVE

SHOUTING LONELY….LONELY……AS CAN BE………………. BRING HIM TO MY SIGHT SO THERE WILL BE NO MORE LONELY NIGHTS.

(SDW)© 3/2012
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Spittin

Derrick Williams
Spittin

With a hour to rehearse
I’m in the mirror spittin verse
But my verbs are mangled
And my delivery is tangled
My flow is unnatural
Seems like I’m forcing it to fit
Like sex with a little spit
I want to savor every hit
Nauseous is my nouns
I get a stinky face frown
From the un-welcomed sound
That’s take over my grammar
-Relax and breathe
Unloosen my collar and free my sleeves
Put my thoughts at ease and mind in a happy place
Think of a lovely face
As she sits in the front row
I’m wondering how high will she go
As the moment sweeps away my kite
My vocabulary is tight
Like music in flight
The words start to flow easier
Natural and intact
She’s brown with a hint of black
Coke in a bottle
Takes more than one swallow
To contain her fizz, I’m curious about her biz
As her cup run-neth over
And spills onto the floor
She exits the back door
As I finish my set
I take a five-dollar bet
That Jack got her wet
She introduces herself politely
The finest goddess I ever did see
When I go to speak, my voice has a tweak
My verbs are mangled
And my delivery is tangled
My flow is unnatural
Seems like I’m forcing it to fit
Looks like I need a little spit

Spittin

City

Drowning

DROWNING
by Starlet Williams on Wednesday, March 14, 2012 at 6:49pm ·

Drowning in a puddle of mud….don’t know how many more of these heavy crosses i can bare…

I’m beginning to fall so low that the trails and tribulations keep seeping through my pours….

Puddles full up to my knee’s like I’m wading through quicksand…don’t how long it gone last….. pastures turn brown all i do is frown.. turmoil ….turmoil… shadows so dark….. everything is withering away …. how much more do i have to take….

These battles are hard…. that every right i do turns wrong…. everything’s in shambles ….everything is worn……..Feel like i am about to die…… then i remember mama saying the Devil is a lie…he has no powers….. looking to devour all in sight……

At that very moment i seen a glimpse of what i needed to do ….. now the future don’t seem so blue……. If the lord would just take my hand’s and lead me toward the heavens sands….. Father just take my hand.

(SDW)3/2012
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Black and White

Derrick Williams
My Perspective

Black and White…a visual misconception? Scientifically they have nothing to do with physical color; they’re actually the lack of. Realistically speaking the “colors” black and white are more like depths of field in the world of photography, geometry and the universe etc; they are considered “opposites” that give life and form to actual colors…red, blue, yellow, green etc. Funny huh – from the birth of man these two “backgrounds” of the spectrum have created landslides of positive and negative social commentary worldwide. These “non-colors” are responsible for moments of change in political history, breaking the boundaries of education, voting, employment, segregation, peace and war; the list goes on and on …not too bad for being in the background! Is it the colors or is it just man??

Opposites, a powerful word when used in a certain light. Straight or Gay, Good or Evil, Ying and Yang. The list is long; we as people are opposite, but we all balance each other out. Just like the sun and the moon, Earth and Mars, land and sea…what happens if you remove one of these forces or heavenly bodies, well the other will go haywire and man probably wouldn’t survive.

We have to bring some gray into our lives, a happy medium where color doesn’t play a role. It’s the point you dangle on when you are just happy to be, when you can put all things aside …race, politics, religion and daily grinds. When you can sit quietly and read or walk your dog in peace. It’s that drive up the coast or watching your children at play…its middle ground. It’s harmonic and waltzing, smooth and slow in time…I love living in they gray, I think it’ll add more years to my life…find your peace my friend.

City

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Black

By Derrick Williams

Black

I thought it meant beautiful
And they said it’d never crack
But when I think about black
And what’s done behind my back
You wonder why I react
With hostility
Why I’m angry and distraught
Well King taught me to turn the other cheek
And most times I do
But I also love Malcolm
Who said “by any means necessary”
How can you keep playing me?
How can you keep slaying me?
Mistaking me for a hoodlum
For a gangster…or a thug
If my shirt isn’t snug
Or my jeans hang to low
Does that mean I always fit the description?
Like Chapelle said a black man between 5’9” and 7 feet
I just wanted a bite to eat
And it happened to be a little cold
This shit is getting old
How many more petitions must we sign?
Just to get day within the constitution
I’m tired of this prostitution
This institution without any restitution
You call this freedom and the American dream
I just wanted candy and some ice cream
Maybe some ice tea or chips
But you drew from the hip
Killing my dreams
And everything you said America stood for
That shit went out the back door
Black
I thought it meant beautiful
And they said it’d never crack
But when I think about black
And what’s done behind my back
You wonder why I react….Trayvon Martin

City

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Derrick Williams

I Don’t Need A Man

I DON’T NEED A MAN BLUES
by Starlet Williams on Monday, March 19, 2012 at 8:01pm ·

I DON’T NEED A MAN BLUES GOT A LOT OF US MESSED UP

KNOWING DAMN WELL IF GIVEN THE CHANCE WE WILL SNAP A GOOD BROTHER UP

NEVER WEAK TO EXCEPT ANYTHING THAT BE SWEET WHEN SHE NEED TO BE…. HARD WHEN SHE NEEDS TO BE… YOU KNOW HOW IT IS

ON THE COOL YEARNING TO BE LOVED IS ALL SHE REALLY WANT’S …THAT SHE ALMOST SETTLED FOR THAT OTHER KIND OF BROTHER THAT’S CAUGHT UP IN HIS OWN WORLD OF MESS

LONGING FOR A MAN… BUT SOMETIMES SHOWS THE OTHER SIDE RUNNING AROUND HOLLERING I DON’T NEED A MAN TO COMPLETE ME

BUT WHAT NO ONE SEE IS THAT BEHIND THAT SMILE SHE’S REALLY LONELY INSIDE ..SHE JUST WANT’S THAT HUMAN ENTITY … SO HUNGRY FOR WHAT IT FEELS LIKE

NOT WANTING A TEMPORARY FIX …. SHE WANT’S LOVE WITH NO EXPIRATION DATE.. SHE KNOWS THAT THIS IS WHAT IT WILL TAKE

SHE’S THINKING DAY AND NIGHT WHAT MUST SHE DO.. TO SAVE HERSELF OF THE I DON’T NEED A MAN BLUES… KNOWING FULL WELL SHE WOULD SCREAM IT TO THE WORLD IF THAT MAN WAS BY HER SIDE

SHE’S NOT TORN OR IS SHE BITTER… HER WOUNDS HAVE BEEN HEALED AS SHE SITS BACK AND WAIT ON HER 9 OUT OF 10 MAN ON THE REAL

(SDW)© 3/2012
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HELLO MY KING

HELLO MY KING
Guest Post by Starlet Williams on Monday, March 19, 2012 at 8:24pm ·

THE WORD’S SHE’S LONGING TO SAY TO THE SPECIAL PERSON THAT WILL BE PLACED IN HER QUEENDOM SHE HAS PREPARED:

HELLO MY KING THIS IS YOUR QUEEN

THE ONE THAT WILL HOLD YOU DOWN

IN TIMES OF DISPARE

THE ONE THAT WILL HOLD YOUR HAND

AS WE WALK LIGHTLY ON AIR

THE ONE THAT WILL ENCOURAGE YOU

TO BE YOUR BEST

THE ONE THAT WILL BE ON YOUR SIDE

EVEN WHEN OTHERS TURN KEEN TO

YOUR EYE’S

THE ONE THAT HAS A DESIRE FOR YOU

A WANT FOR YOU

A QUEST FOR YOU

MOST OF ALL IN THIS JOURNEY

THE ONE THAT HAS LOVE FOR YOU

(SDW) 3/12

SUSPENDED

SUSPENDED:

FEELING SUSPENDED ABOVE THE EARTH
LIFE SOMETIMES BECOMES MONOTONOUS
WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN.

HURTING MAD DISGUSTED WANTING MORE IN THIS WORLD
THINKING IF I JUST FLY AWAY FROM IT ALL WITH THE THOUGHTS
IN MY HEAD.

GLIDING THROUGH THE GALAXIES LOOKING FOR THAT
FLICKER OF LIGHT TO ROAM… YOU FIND THE WORLD
SPINNING SHOWING HER BEAUTY OF CHANGE.

THIS IS WHEN THE MIRROR REFLECTS AND YOU BECOME A NEW
THE STAR’S BEGAN TO SHINE …THE TREES SWAY WITH THE WIND
BLOWING ACROSS YOUR FACE.

NOW YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO
WHERE YOU WANNA GO …WHERE YOU WANNA BE.

TIME TO GET YOUR STRONG ON AND THAT
THIS WORLD BY STORM…REMOVING ALL SHACKLES
FROM YOUR FEET.

3/12 (SDW)
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As light quietly caresses a woman’s body

I like a real woman’s form, yours.
As light quietly caresses a woman’s body with visual punctuation marks.
Semi colons gently giving way to yet a another curve that the light rays betray to the eyes.
My arms reaching out to you like horizontal exclamation marks wanting to caress what my eyes behold.
Words racing around my head waiting to springboard off my tongue in elocution to the visceral infusion that you are to/for me.
Let me caress you like the light at dusk as you turn to me and the moonlight frames the window and I struggle to constrain myself in my garments/desires as I see you in your succulent natural beauty.
RastaRican