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     ssmoothe2003 Rating: N/A |
Chasing dreams in the daylight is like catching a glimpse of sunlight creeping through your blinds it's enticing, sometimes bewildering, but always satisfying Reading EJD, squirming in my seat wishing for a man to bring me the heat But it's just a fantasy soon to be epiphany whatever the case, it's alright with me Cuz I see you in line and I want to say how much the sight of you makes me sway Imagining your lips on mine you turn my way and i'm caught by surprise Don't you see the look in my eyes caught up in a daydream about you and me lip to lip a sensual fantasy Cant you see me? Dark chocolate child, hair wild like my fire, burning desire to be with you Cant you see I want to touch you hold you Be you with me Chasing dreams in the daylight | ||
| Beautifulwaterstar Rating: N/A |
Hey, Sis. As always, I am loving it! Oddly enough, too, just yesterday I received an e-mail from a dear friend who told me of his dreams that included me. *eek!* lol | ||
| A_womon "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: A_womon Post Number: 634 Registered: 05-2004 Rating: N/A |
what happened to the author of this poem?? I would love to hear more. | ||
| Ssmoothe2003 Newbie Poster Username: Ssmoothe2003 Post Number: 4 Registered: 09-2004 Rating: N/A |
Invisible You don’t see me, my skin is the color of dark clay and then at times like the black, rich soil we buy in bags at Lowes, You know what I mean the good earth, it can grow anything. And yet, I’m not worth your stare, your cursory glance… Won’t you swing around at the risk of whiplash to catch one look at me…? .I think not because you don’t see me. I go invisible before your eyes. White men see me, but white women don’t. White men want me to feed them, whereas, white women want me to feed their children. I take no pleasure in their lusty eyes, and promises, for too long I had to endure their pain and I learned not to confuse lust with love. Slowly, I am disintegrating into nothingness. Surely you can see that you are destroying me, erasing me by not choosing me. I am your mother, the darkest one, but not your wife, nor your child. If I am not you, then who will I be? If you don’t love me, then who will, My black brother ……to you, I am invisible. | ||
| Cynique "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: Cynique Post Number: 2243 Registered: 01-2004 Rating: N/A |
I am surprised that Kola Boof didn't compliment you on this poem. You poignantly captured in a few words what she says by way of rants and insults and accusations. |
