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Summer Love II

Her beauty was intense and her smile forever glowed.

Capturing the hearts of many only to leave them longing for more…

First name – Summer

Last name – Love

~Trina~

Summer Love

She knew not to love deeply.

She knew not to love long.

She knew that the love they created in this space and time would be as hot and as intense as the summer heat that sweltered in her grandmother’s tiny two-bedroom flat on the island.

Even though their days were spent as inseparable lovers, she knew that when the time came for them to journey off in their separate ways, she would probably never see, nor hear from him again.

But she settled her heart and found solace in the fact that this short amount of time would prove to be

the most fulfilling

the most passionate

the most joyous in her life

And it always did…

every summer.

~Trina~

Accept Me For Me

The following is a poem I wrote as a senior in high school. I can remember dealing with many insecurities and issues about my own self and how others viewed me. People were quick to point out what I lacked…all of my “if only you were…” I finally came to the realization that I had to accept everything about myself; my hair, my lips, my nose shape, my skin tone, my height, my body size. This poem was the result of that moment of self-acceptance. 

I may not have

The long, light-brown hair

You so often fantasize,

And I may not have

A slender nose

Or sultry hazel eyes.

 

But I do have

Talents of sorts

And many abilities,

So I ask that you

Look beyond my outward appearance

And accept me for me

 

I may not be

The tall mystery

That attracts all of your affection,

And I may not have

The shapes and curves

And an unblemished, fair complexion.

 

But I do have

An open heart

And an unblemished inward beauty,

So once again

All I ask of you

Is to accept me for me.

 

Do I sound too bold?

Do I sound too proud?

Or maybe even too profound?

It’s just that I’ve seen

This inward part of me

And I’m pleased with what I’ve found.

 

Even though I’m not the image

You desire so much

The one of your fantasies,

It’s just that I’m striving

To be the very best

So just accept me for me.

~Trina~

Open My Eyes That I May See

Blindly traveling through life, I ask myself,

“Isn’t there a better way?”

How many times shall I stumble and fumble?

How many times shall I bump and bruise?

My path seems so dark sometimes that I don’t know where I’m going.

I can’t recall where I’ve been.

But I know my eyes deceive me with mirages and illusions,

fool me into thinking I see something that just isn’t there.

— Courage becomes fear

— Loyalty becomes betrayal

— Truth becomes lies

At times I want to call upon Elisha’s spirit to utter that same prayer he did for his servant —

“LORD, I pray thee, open her eyes, that she may see!”

I ask you dear Lord, anoint my eyes with clay and wash them in your chosen river so that I can receive your sight.

Open my eyes so that I can see those horses and chariots of fire you have surrounding and protecting me.

Open my eyes so that I may see the angel you sent to stand in my way when I was on the wrong path.

Open my eyes so that I can see the well of water you supplied as I wandered so long in the wilderness.

Lord, I pray thee, open my eyes, that I MAY SEE!

~Trina~

Sound of Silence

What does silence sound like?

Silence no longer sounds the same as it had before.

Before, the silence was filled with so much conversation

— the nonverbal understandings

— the all-knowing glances

— the all-telling touches.

But now, the silence that exists between us gets more deafening day-by-day.

Now it’s so long, now it’s so loud.

When did this silence become so uncomfortable? Almost unbearable?

When did it become dense with so many unanswered questions?

When did it become so thick with apathy and indifference?

Silence is to be quiet – but between us it’s so loud.

Silence is to be peaceful – but between us it’s so chaotic.

Silence is to be light – but between us it’s so heavy.

And this silence between us gets longer and longer – louder and louder.

Silence sounds much different than it had before and I no longer recognize this

Sound

of

Silence.

~Trina~

A People In Search of a History

One night, as parents often do, I was assisting my youngest son with his assignment. It was Cultural Diversity Week at his school and all of the students were required to research their culture and heritage and bring back information to present to the class and to put on display. All I could think of was “here we go again.” My reaction didn’t mean I didn’t want to participate, but rather I had a difficult time figuring out HOW to participate. Although this was my third child doing this activity, it still wasn’t any easier this time around.

I imagined children with German, Chinese, Russian, and Italian ancestors bringing family recipes and foods that represented their countries or displaying pictures that they could easily print from the Internet, but what were we going to do this year? Of course my son picked Africa as his country, but I still couldn’t think of what to do.

Africa is a large CONTINENT comprised of several countries. Each with its own culture, language, beliefs, traditions, foods. Where and how was I going to direct my son with this project? I probably put more time and energy into this project than other parents would have, but this supposedly simple task bothered me to my core. I know my heritage is rooted in Africa, but from where? From which country? We can all speculate, but very few of us can actually say with confidence, “I am of the Yoruba of West Africa” or “of the Zulus of South Africa” or “of the Nubian tribe of North Africa” or “of the Somalian people of East Africa.”

And here we are, a people stripped from our own heritage, culture and history trying so hard to celebrate a condensed version of it because that’s all we know, because that’s all we’ve been afforded to know. Yes, I do enjoy learning facts about what African Americans have done for this country and the strides that we’ve made, but my history begins long before the feet of the ancestors of my great-great-great grandma Classy Ann Miller hit the shores of America. Now that’s the type of history I’m searching for.

Try

Got a friend so broken hearted

Didn’t know the love she started

Would take her down this road

Too afraid to tell her feelings

Now betrayal’s been revealed and

She doesn’t think she can handle the load

Know a man had his perfect girl then

Found his life in a crazy whirlwind

Her love, he thought he had lost

Too proud to admit he was hurtin’

Now he is so uncertain

That he can’t handle the cost

Now nobody knows

How their story will go

So much is at stake

But life has dealt them a blow

If they just figure out

Redemption’s good for the soul

Just let go of the doubt

And let God take control

Got a friend so numb to love now

Restoring trust, she just can’t see how

Her heart has grown so cold

Disappointments replay in her mind

Keep hurting her time after time

She’s too bruised to let it all go

Know a man so disillusioned

About love, yes he’s confused and

Doesn’t know where it went all wrong

He takes a step in the right direction

Gets pushed back and feels rejection

Now he’s too bruised to keep hanging on

Now nobody knows

How their story will go

So much is at stake

But life has dealt them a blow

If they just figure out

Redemption’s good for the soul

Just let go of the doubt

And let God take control

~BeautifulMind17~

Distraction – Doing My Own Thing

I was going about

Minding my own business

Doing my own thing

Fighting for my people

Screaming out as loud as I could to this government

Ranting and raving about the injustices of this society

Debating any right-winger who got in my way

And then —

You caught my eye

Standing as still as a statue, demanding that your presence be known

You didn’t say much

But you didn’t have to

Just the mere sight of your tall mahogany frame spoke loud enough for me

I tried to collect my thoughts

And get back to

Doing my own thing

Crying out for all to use their economic powers

Cursing those who get out of jury duty, because for each time we don’t serve another one of us gets locked up and another one of them gets away

Accusing bourgeois Negroes for being Black only when it is convenient for them

But then…

I caught a glimpse

Of 400 years of oppression sizzling in your eyes

And when you turned around, they burned right through to my soul

Your chin was held up high enough to so proudly defy all odds

But not so much as to look down on anyone

I fumbled and stumbled over my words

Trying to remember what I was doing? – Oh yeah –

Doing my own thing

So with my fist raised high in the air, I shout

Black Power!

With my hands reaching out to my people, I cry

Black Pride!

With my feet walking through the depths of the hood, I preach

Black Unity!

And with my arms extended to embrace and feel you, I sigh

Black Love!

Your soul speaks to me, beckoning me to respond

But I’m

Doing my own thing

Your infectious smile spreads across full moistened lips

I’m trying to

Do my own thing

Your long strides diminish the distance between us

I’m supposed to be

Doing my own thing

The deep timbre of your voice makes my body shudder

Keep my mind focused on

Doing my own thing

The words that drip from your lips and the language that oozes from your body divert my attention and I ask myself

How can I concentrate on

Doing my own thing

When all I want to do is. . .

~ BeautifulMind17 ~

Word Play

You lyrically tantalize my mind, taking my thoughts to unknown levels of my psyche. I can’t help myself with you. I willingly fall into the trap you lay out while your tongue weaves webs of words through the space and time we create.

They possessively caress my curiosity, tease the walls of my imagination, penetrate my open mind. I succumb to your control, allowing you to lead my fantasies through paths unknown. Through this exploration of my honesty, I discover just how far I could go.

Entangled in your words – I have no fears

Possessed by your imagination – there are no boundaries

Ensnared with your boldness – I have no inhibitions

Twisted inside your intensity – there are no limits

~BeautifulMind17~

Love Me Beyond

Love me beyond —–

My hang ups

Love me beyond —–

My boundaries

Love me beyond —–

My inhibitions

Lying in space together

—– no doubts

—– no fears

—– no anxieties

Eyes interlocking, knowing but not knowing

Slow, methodical, purposeful caresses over my body

Come bend this moment in time with me

I want to let down my guard with you

I want to put so much trust in you

Take me where I’ve never been before and I’ll do things I’ve never done before

Love Me Beyond —–

~ Beautifulmind17~

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