New Poem - 'For a Black Girl'

So Ajax High School is doing this women's empowerment program for one of their Black History Month events and I was asked to do a poem for them. I finally finished writing it! Now it's real conversational so it's the delivery which makes it so much better but still, I want to share the words with whoever is willing to read it :) So check it out!

For a Black Girl

“You know what? You’re very pretty for a Black girl”

Now… what the hell is that supposed to mean?

As if the beauty of black women doesn’t really exist.

Oh, I get it; we aren’t the ‘standard’ so we don’t count.

Living in a society founded on institutions

That sees us as a couple steps behind evolution

Cause we’re nothing but monkeys right?

I look different so I’m that ‘exotic’ type…

As men from different races and places fantasize

With all their crazes about the crazy things I can do! …Well…

But, it’s because of the way I am portrayed

As my kind twists up their waists with smiles of their faces

Ironically of all the places,

Networks like BET promote the degradation of women like me

See I am tired.

With bags under my eyes every time a piece of our dignity dies

As I see young black girls use in between their thighs to justify their worth

So she lies… on her back.

Cause she as too afraid to lift her head and puff up her chest

See diamonds deserve diamonds but she was convinced she deserved less.

And you could tell by the way that she walked and the way that she dressed

That her mentality was foreign to progress and success

Young girl you can do better.

But hold up, wait. See, not only are we ass shakers but we are class failures

Cause “I’m too cool to be an Ontario scholar.

If I’m busy in my books, boys wont even try to holler.”

So… you’re saying your type of man likes you dumb?

You might want to question the type of man you’re taking that from

Cause darling, if he can’t appreciate a beautiful mind

Then he isn’t worth your thoughts let alone your time.

See the most dangerous thing to a society like ours is an educated Black woman

So please don’t fall into the negative stereotype

I’m only going to tell you right

Believe it or not, life is isn’t  on your side.

And there are even teachers who don’t think you’re going to make it

But they sure will fake it. See, they won’t say it to your face

So prove them wrong one day and lift your hands for something other than a bathroom break- for your sake, embrace the privilege of being educated.

It is the most powerful weapon you possess

I cannot stress that enough.

Life will already be hard because of what you are.

Don’t make it worse by compromising who you are.

So when they say shoot for the sky,

No. Take that extra step and reach for the stars

Cause those things are past the planets

And a lot further than they would have planned it

So don’t let no one take you for granted

Not  even yourself.

Cause true wealth lies with what was initially on the shelf

So don’t settle for what’s left.

The right direction only takes the bravery of the 1^st step

Cause you are only as great as you let yourself become

So take those stars that you were aiming for

And let them be your throne

And look down in satisfaction that you did this all on your own

Use the earth as your footstool

Cause it’s your right to rule your life

And use those low expectations as fuel to lift you to new heights

Cause when you think about it.

When you really  think about it.

This is your time. This is your world.

So when they look upon the greatness

Let them know it was created

By who they considered just a ‘Black girl’

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#PrayingForSharon

So the other day, a family who I go to church with had their house broken into and it was devastating for them. I got me and some of people to go on twitter and tweet #PrayingForSharon (the mother seeing that i am better acquainted with her) just to show the family some support. It got huge. So many people were tweeting! God is so good, and people are so supportive! if any one knows ANYTHING about who did this please please please call the police. Cause that shit aint cool. Check out the news cast! She got on Global AND CityTV.

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General Thoughts

Oh man, so i was scrolling through "My Art" page and I couldn't help but laugh at some things. Those poems are old, The newer ones I just post for you guys but oh man. It's funny to look back on these things. I've grown so much as a writer I would like to think.

Call em Out

So I was asked to write a poem for church. And in respects to the holiday season, this is what I came up with. It's light humoured and more conversational but it gets the point across !  Oh, and it's a true story!

You know, children can always tell when somethings just doesn't make sense
Cause children are always the most honest
Even though they haven't been here the longest, they can always call you on it.
So by the age of 5 i realized that- some people needed calling out.
It was the christmas season. I was in grade one making holiday crafts in class
Drawing doodles and gluing noodles to pieces of construction paper
That my parents will only pretend to like- C'mon. We know you do it.
So some little girl started to talk about santa claus and how she can't wait for him to come
She'd been a very good girl this year with all the great things that she's done.
Now... remember what I said about children being honest?
Well, that's how I work into the story.
I accidentally ruined her image of santa and said,
"Little girl. Santa ain't real. Santa is your mom and dad buying your presents and your christmas meal.
See those people putting money in your university funds? Yeah they're the ones...."
And to this day I have never seen a kid cry so fast and so horribly in my life.
And the only thing I could think of at that moment was
"Well dang. Wait until she finds out about the easter bunny"
But the situation wasn't funny cause fast forward to the end of the day at my detention
Constantly bickering at my teacher cause I wasn't through
I couldn't believe I was getting in trouble for telling the truth!
My parents taught me that christmas was about Jesus's birth
I learned how his coming was the beginning of hope on earth
And I swear I ain't lying cause I saw my momma read it from His Word
So... why am I sitting here?
Last week little Timmy told me that God ain't real
And no one stopped to figure how that made me feel
And... he isn't sitting here...
Why are we encouraging our children to lose the main focus
Buying them dozens of presents and magical hocus pocus
The recognition of Christ shouldn't only happen once a season
When he's the reason why your breathing...
As a kid I knew that you could give me a billion gifts but I only needed one.
And I accepted it from God when he gave me his son
See it's funny at that age I knew what things were all about
That's why by the age of 5 I realized,
Somethings needed to be called out.

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NEW POEM- Staying Awake

I KNOOOOOW. it's been so long since I put anything of my own up. To be honest, I just never felt like writing anything :s And every time I try to force something, it comes out horrible. This here is pretty alright. I was feeling it at the moment, hopefully I'll like it tomorrow. :p But good or bad, I will always share my stuff ! <3 

My mind has proven to be a very misleading place

It keeps fucking with my reality

I mean, have you ever had a dream so sweet

That you wake up unpleased to see

That it ain't real?

They say a dream is a wish your heart makes

So I stood up straight, eyes wide open trying to stay awake

And not fall into the fate of that dream world.

Cause to be honest my subconscious has been fucking with me.

Taking me to places in my mind I don't really want to be

Cause life and reality has taught me that the things I thought were manageable

Are no longer tangible

And I refuse to harbor false hopes in my heart

And get disappointed again.

Yes.

Again.

It's funny how life shits on you so often

Happy memories fade away but the bad ones are never forgotten

I never knew that 'happily ever after'

Was a screen play written strictly for actors

And I never got a hand of that script

So every day Hollywood tries to mimic my life

But they never quite get the gist.

So I could never quite relate to the stories flashing in my face

Between the 40 inches of my flat screen

Cause they conveyed the dreams I was afraid of.

See, romantic comedies never sat too fond with me

Cause if my life was a movie,

All you'd see is players and broke niggas trying to holler at me

So you see why I refuse to dream?

If it's not one thing, then it's always the other

Either we ain't on the same page or I'm just another

And even on my worst days I am not about that life.

See reality has taught me that it is full of men

Who won't talk to me in public, but are pushing for private conversations

Thoughts only leaving me debating on

"How exactly am I going to kill him"

Should I draw my blade or play it safe and walk away?

But today, I didn't hesitate with that I had to say.

So the sharpest blade I had flung out

With it, scrapping the roof of my mouth

As that two headed axe I call my voice started to speak

"Men like you disgust me. Literally making me sick.

At what point did you take a complete 180 from your mother's teachings

and become the ultimate prick?

Thinking that you can holler at any chick

Just to get a quick fix? well fix this.

Your most unattractive attribute is your lack of seriousness.

Men like you ask me why I don't fucks with them

Why I find it so difficult to put trust them

So I ask them why they findit so difficult to keep a damn promise.

Correct me if I'm wrong, or you can bow down to my honest, and truthful opinion.

Yeah, I aint feeling em

See, I don't believe a word from motherfuckers like you.

Phoney brothers like you,

Not worth my time, yet keep my self esteem constantly under review

There is absolutely nothing to discuss, cause we don't even relate.

This is exactly why I am up so late, constantly fighting to stay awake.

Cause reality taught me that the majority of men- though it seems

All have schemes.

See it's niggas like you,

That make it impossible for girls like me

To even try and dream"

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