Shell on my back

Claws poised to attack

if necessary,

but I prefer to retreat - 

angled into a hole.

Whole souled visionary – eyes on top;

wouldn’t swap this body for any of God’s other creations.

I embrace my limitations.

Power is in balance – Maat;

and weakness or rather meekness

evens out the strengths, all I got

was given, God- driven; divine

A light in this dark Kali-yuga time.

Spinning in the middle of

Dodecahedrons,

my inner clock sounds an outer alarm - 

Swarm!

Like manuka honey bees

around the most forbidden tree.

Find the kundalini sitting on a branch – awake.

Time to put it to sleep 'cause its getting kind of late

to remain in this state -

Coiled, spoiled, foiled and

boiled;

scrambled, poached, over too easy,

hard-fried greasy

like chicken on a hot southern day

in May.

Mayday, mayday;

the black family is crashing,

smashing

into societies depiction on de picture screen

I mean T.V. - 

Terror and violence;

Titillation and vanity;

Toxicity and venom;

Terrorism and viscosity;

And we pay for this?  Cable…

Cain and Abel –

Making unsturdy what was once stable.

Turning fact into fiction, fantasy and fable,

taking black royalty and giving them white labels

like: Housewives, Hoes and Video Vixens -

Might as well call them donna, dancer, and blitzen.

Magical brown deer

that only exist

because a jolly white man ejaculated Christ

and didn’t miss.

Sitting North with his pole

Instructing brown dears to use their gifts

While he convinces us all

that it’s rain dear, not piss;

Bliss!

We take our golden showers.

Blinded!

We let them take what’s ours.

Misinformed!

We support their wars.

Foolish!

We follow celebrities

Instead of cosmic stars.

Imagine if we could turn back the hands of time

But keep what we now know in our mind

If we could use our power and our strength

To build each other, go to mighty lengths

Of educating ourselves and our people too

Produce young soldiers to place on the battle field of truth

To love and to cherish; to have and to hold

Instead of chasing after mass materialistic fool’s gold.

Imagine if we understood the true meaning of support

Through each trial and triumph and didn’t cut short

The balance we were bound to achieve if we only knew

How to love unconditionally and give each other our due

Without trying to control and needing to condemn

Without punishing each other for each other’s sins

Without dragging the baggage of others in

Without trying to move forward while focusing on where we’d been.

Imagine the life we’d have now and the goals we would have achieved

If we stood by each other and only believed

That there was more to it than just what we gave

That we could conquer much more if our love had been brave.

We could have moved the mountains that we instead chose to climb

Could have provided the sight instead of ourselves being blind

Could have uplifted and empowered the spiritually poor

But instead we imagined that elsewhere was more.

I’m not the prettiest girl in the world, but
I’m far from the ugliest.
I’m not the smartest girl in the world, but
I’m far from the dumbest.

I’m not the wealthiest girl in the world, but
I’m far from the poorest.
I’m not the nicest person, but
I am far from the meanest. 

I may not have the best ideas, but
a good one comes around every now and then.
I’m not the best cook in the world, but
I’m not the worst either.

I drive a little reckless, but
we still get to where we’re going.
I don’t have the best job,
but I go to work every day.

I don’t wear a whole lot of jewelry,
but I still shine if you catch me in the right light.
I might not have the softest skin,
but it’ll melt under your touch. 

I might not be the best communicator, 
but I have feelings.
I might have a drinking problem, 
but I got it honest.

I may say the wrong thing
at the wrong time
a lot of the time
and
I may do the not right thing
at the not right time 
some of the time, but
I mean well all of the time
And your best interest is always on my mind
ALL of the time.

I may not be the best singer, but
I have heard worse.

I may not be the best dancer,
but I can keep a beat.

I may have mood swings, but
I’m happy a lot too.

My hearing’s not that great, but
I hold on to your every word.

My sight is not all that, but
I go to sleep just to see your face in the morning. 

I’m not what you’d call a prissy girl, but
I’m clean.

I may not have a lot of friends, but
I help a lot of people.

I may not be the best writer, but
It’s how I stay sane.

Oh, that reminds me -

I might not be the sanest girl, but
I damn sure ain’t the craziest. 

I don’t have the biggest breast,
or the smallest waist,
or the roundest ass,
or the longest legs,
who am I kidding??? they’re not even shaved…
and sometimes my breath smells,
and yes, I do pass gas. 

I don’t have the prettiest feet,
or the whitest teeth,
or the clearest skin,
or long finger nails, 
and I have childhood scars from climbing trees.

My knees are black,
Elbows sometimes ashy,
Lips chapped on a cold day,
I’ve never claimed to be perfect
although it eats me up inside every day that i’m not…

I mean - 

I’m not the most perfect girl in the world, but
I’m trying

I mean -
but, i’m far from the least…

Maybe not that far,
I mean – hmmm. 

I may have some issues, but
who am I kidding??? we all do.

And I show up with baggage, but
who doesn’t??? only a few. 

So, there it is
In black and white,
The not I’m who, but
Though I may not have the biggest heart,
It found lots of room to love you.