Moregasm

Baby, come inside.
Let that jacket hit the floor.
You won't need those lips for talking.
There's no need to say much more.
It's been a long day.
I can remedy that frown.
Let me kiss it away at the lips
Then start working my way down.
You want me to keep the heels on?
I'll do that with a smile.
Maybe I'll hit the pole
And entice you for awhile.
You say you like my hips?
Well, watch what they can do.
Keep watching. Be a good boy
And I'll let you hold them too.
It's one for me and none for you.
Yes, I'm keeping score.
I'm nibbling on your neck now
But I want to taste much more.
Drop your guard. Drop those pants
And follow me to the bed.
Lay down and let me make
Those eyes roll back in your head,
I can feel your body tremble
Each time I hit the peak.
I've got the pillows waiting.
I'm putting you to sleep.
We're rolling around. You're swimming.
Please take this life preserver.
Don't you even dream of stopping
'Cause I plan to go much further.
Feel my hips slip and roll.
Tell me what you like.
Whisper your wants in my ear
And Baby, I just might.
It's okay to say my name.
My goal is to make you scream.
This sweet little southern belle
Is so much more than what she seems.
I can feel you growing
Even while you're inside.
Everything is so right in there
And I'm glad to take this ride.
By that smile on your face,
I can tell you're having fun.
You've never sounded sexier
Than when you're whispering in tongues.
Shake, quake and tremble, Papa.
I can feel you about to explode.
Filled with steam and screams,
This room's on passion overload.
It's the calm after the storm.
A silent rain still pours.
You can have a moment to rest.
Before long, I'll be back for more.

Justice

Tucson Memorial: The Peaceful Rant

President Obama hit home tonight with the memorial speech he gave in Tucson. When he said to the American people that we cannot let the tragedy that happened there give us another reason to fight against each other (and I do paraphrase), I think he was speaking not just to that situation but to tragedies that occur in all walks of life. To that daughter at war with her mother, to those siblings who haven't spoken in years because of an argument they can't even remember and to that woman or man throwing verbal or mental daggers at the next one on the job because they were promoted a little faster, he was saying, "Learn from one another and let this incident be a chance to grow in love". Then at the moment where he said "Gabby opened her eyes for the first time," I teared up and all I could say was "Thank you, Jesus". The other point that tugged at my heart was when they showed the face of that nine-year-old girl who was killed in the process of trying to get to know more about the country many of us have been in for decades and show no love to (i.e. not coming together as a people and saying to hell with the stupidity of color lines and religious discrimination). We can say "God Bless America" all we want, but until we do right by what He has given us and start treating each other better, WE WILL NOT GROW.

Just as my title suggested, this is a rant. It is formless and random. Any of you who know me and read my stuff regularly know this is not me. But we are all entitled to some mental regurgitation every now and then. Consider this mine for today.

Justice

Come Closer

Come a little closer
And let me taste your soul.
Let me lick along the lines of
Your intellect and taste what nourishment it yields.
Allow me to caress your pride
Until it stands at attention.
Give me permission to massage your mind
And if only for a moment
Mold it to fit me perfectly.
Grant me passage to knead your tenderness
So that it merges well with my own.
Say it's okay that I gently kiss your grace
So that it never wants to leave.
Say I can nibble on your imagination
And make it sing a happy tune.
Come closer.
Let me experience you.

JUSTICE

The Ugly Truth

I feel really fat and ugly. Actually, I have for quite some time. To anyone who says I'm not justified, tell me that after I walk through a mall I used to turn heads in just a few years ago without getting so much as a "How are you" from the opposite sex. Tell me that after I leave a party and no one tries to get my number. Say that when I see a cute dress but I can't buy it because it's short and my thighs will ruin it. I do have skinny friends who tell me I'm beautiful but I think they say it because they think I will kill myself if I don't hear it and they don't want a poor fat girl's death on their hands. While it is flattering to hear, they aren't men and they don't have to date me. And then it makes them look like assholes when we go places and no one talks to me but they brag to me about all of the men who come at them. I love them but I want to choke those skinny bitches when they do that.

Have you ever noticed that people say the dumbest things when they are supposed to be making you feel good about yourself? They say things like "You're a beautiful person" and then they tell you how smart you are. That is all good but I don't know one man who says, "She weighs more than a baby elephant but she really does look smart". I also never hear them say, "Her face is a disaster but she has a good heart. I think I'll marry her". Men, like women are visual. They may admire these things about you later, but you have to have something that hooks you. You can say all you want that looks don't matter. But no one wants to wake up lying next to a nightmare every morning. No one wants to sound shallow but at the same time, you want to be with someone you find attractive and leave the leftovers to themselves.

I really don't know what my hook used to be nor where I lost it. But I do know that I'm kinda tired of waiting on this fence post, staring down the road, just hoping to catch a glimpse of it as it makes its way back.


JUSTICE

Today I Was Black and Proud

So I had to go to city hall for something this morning. They have done a few renovations and everything isn't where it used to be. I knew that I was looking for a certain place but I can imagine I looked really lost trying to find it. I heard a voice from behind me say "What are you looking for, Sister?" I turned around to see a beautiful Black woman with dreadlocks and smiling eyes. She was about 5'3'' but she stood tall and proud. She wore a business suit but a handkerchief of kente cloth peeked out of its pocket. I told her what I needed and she placed a hand on my shoulder and led me to the office, newly positioned at the end of the hallway. Then she said, "And I want you to have a wonderful day, My Sister". Now none of her words were foreign to me, but what struck me was the way she said them. When she said "Sister" and "My Sister", I felt as though the next thing out of my mouth should have been, "So I'll see you at the house for Christmas, right?" She said it as though the connection between her and I was one that she didn't even have to question. And the fact that she took it upon herself to offer a hand and veered off of her own path to come help me was remarkable. Though I didn't gawk at her, there was something about this aging Black woman with light brown skin, a kente handkerchief, dreadlocks with graying roots, smile lines and a face free of makeup that made me feel beautiful. It was something small, but I feel like I truly met family today.



How about you? When was the last time you felt Black and Proud?

Allah at Ground Zero

So, people are pissed that President Obama is okay with Muslims wanting to build a mosque near Ground Zero. It completely disgusted me when I heard it. But like I always do when something disgusts me, I had a conversation with myself. I asked myself whether or not these bandwagon patriots would be so pissed if Muslims wanted a mosque in any other location. And the answer I came up with was a resounding "YES". It's very rare that people do this with situations of this nature, but let's discuss what their anger is really about. They are not upset that there is a desire to build a place of worship near where such a great American tragedy occurred. They are upset because there is a desire to build a place of worship WHICH IS NOT LIKE THEIR OWN near where such a great American tragedy occurred. It all goes back to Americans fearing and what they don't understand. Never mind the Christian churches down the road from Ground Zero who may or may not be teaching the love of God and righteousness. As long as they never utter the words "Praise be to Allah", they get a free pass.

I had a talk with a random stranger the other day in the mall. I was telling one of the sales reps at a store I regularly buy t-shirts from that I needed to get ahold of another old school Malcolm X tee. The old woman was standing next to me and volunteered her opinion on how she thought Malcolm was way too violent to ever be thought of as a hero. She said Martin Luther King, Jr. was a real hero because he was a man of God and that was the type of hero young people should look up to. I proceeded to point out to her that just as Dr. King was devoted to his religion, so was Malcolm. I also told her that if she was to read the Koran and the Bible, she would find that their teachings are parallel. I said "Martin said God. Malcolm said Allah. Either way, they were both trying to reach divinity and no man on this earth should condemn the next man for doing so in his own way". This just goes to show that people don't chastise others for looking for God. They chastise people for looking for God through their own lenses. There has been enough hate in America already. Like President Obama, I say let them build their mosque. I wish it many blessings. This country was weakened by terrorists who just SO HAPPENED to be Muslim. I guarantee that if Allah was truly in their heads and hearts that day, we would all be singing a different tune.

-Justice

Pardon Me

Pardon me, Friend.
But you and I have known each other forever,
A helluva lot longer than you two have been together.
Why is it a crime after hours of hearing his name
Do you think I would want four more of the same?
It's funny that I'm a hater when you have a man
But when I wanted to talk about mine
You don't understand.
Five months ago when you were all alone
I couldn't pay your lame ass to pick up the phone.
You would sulk. You would moan.
You would make fun of me.
But now the only thing hilarious
Is your hypocrisy.
It's my choice and not me being rude or shife
That I don't want to hear anymore of your so-called
Perfect life.
Just like you did the rest when you had had enough
You'll just find some way to screw this up.
So call me in three months and we will see.
But until then, pardon the fuck outta me.

TK