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Latasha Lee Poem
What is it about me that gives you the impression that I am just your average
sleazy, easy, breezy, from the hood who can't possibly get ahead in life unless
you are by my side.???
Is there a note written across my forehead that reads:
"Warning,
do not respect
always neglect and,
never expect any goodness from this creature unless
legs are open and ready for business?
Does my azz have a "grab me" sign stuck to it
or is that what you would allow a strange man to do
to your daughter
to squeeze your mothers breast or are
the words "touch me" tattooed
across my chest?
Do my eyes unconsciously tell you to come over and try to slowly
slide down my panties
with your,
ridiculous lies
heard too many times
from too many guys
who've more than once tried
to get in between
or better yet inside
my thighs.?
Don't get me wrong, I'm being so sincere
I just wanna make it clear that
there is something that you hear
if my body tells you action like the movie genre
or do I look different in every scene like a world
premiere.?
Is bich my name in another language or,
do you see hoe somewhere on my birth certificate?
Am I not worth more than a single letter?...Ay!
or did I somehow give birth to you? Ay Ma!
Do my features confuse you or would you really prefer
a man...."Man".
How can my body speak a language that I have yet to hear?
Well before you get the wrong idea, let me make this clear.
When my azz say "grab me", that really just a lie
If my eyes say "come here" they really mean goodbye
Don't guess my name just ask and I'll let you know
and whatever my forehead region reads is just a bad typo.
It should go something like.... Always respect, never neglect, and only expect
greatness from this Queen no matter what her pulchritude screams.
The media degrades her as society points its finger and laughes
all the while she's searching for your support
the support
of her father
brother,
her son,
lover.
Why? Because she is yours....
Your mother,
Your Daughter,
Your sister, and
Your Lover.
So...why not?
Love her,
Honor her,
See her for who she really is and
not for what her body says.
Copyright © Latasha Lee | Year Posted 2006
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Latasha Lee Poem
I paid a million dollars for entrance into this amusement park and I thought “hey
this better be worth it”.
A million kisses
A million hugs
A million intense conversations about life and love
The first rides were amazing…I had gotten my money’s worth.
I never wanted to leave
I was trapped and it felt good
Happy
Thrilled
Just like I thought I would.
Other amusement parks seemed to be non existent
The more I rode the rides in the one that made me feel
Free.
Only after the first couples of rides
I just knew that this was the one for me
And no one could ever change my mind.
I paid a million dollars for entrance into this amusement park and I thought “hey
what was I thinking”.
A million arguments
A million lies
A million times you said goodbye
For some reason the rides were’t so fun anymore…. In fact they had gotten a bit
scary.
Most times I felt like leaving
I was trapped and I could’t find a way out
The fulfillment that the first few rides had brought me
Were still somehow keeping me there
I tried some of the other amusement parks but,
None could make me as happy as the one I loved so much
In the beginning.
So I tried to have a little faith
A little hope somewhere in my heart
A little courage to accept the fact that this park was not perfect
Thinking that one of these rides, just one….would somehow re light that spark
I paid a million dollars for entrance into this amusement park and I thought “hey
this is not for me”.
A million apologizes
A million make up and break ups
A million moments spent thinking to my self
“Girl you better shape up…
Love isn’t expecting you to fight for it, it wants to fight for you.
There will be no confusion when it comes your way.
You’ll know when it’s true”.
Damn I thought I was on to something!
But, I guess that’s the name of the game.
And, the way I look at amusement parks
Will never be the same.
Copyright © Latasha Lee | Year Posted 2008
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Latasha Lee Poem
Imagine a world where only you and I exist
and only you and I matter.
No boundaries ,
no limits, no
consequences...Only you and I free.
Free to behave as we feel
free to express our undeniable love
for one another in a way that we've never thought possible.
Now, Imagine me in this world..
overwhelmed by the joy that I fell now that
I have a chance to show you that I am
officially and will always be...
all yours for the taking
Because this here is our world and
in it we can reach the ultimate climax that
comes without the illusion of doubt...
because I want to see you explode all over me
Imagine me taking off all of my clothes and
turning on all of the lights....Touching vulupuious
polcretude in hopes of becoming all of what you desire..
Caressing my soft satin wanting you more
with every stroke between my legs..
Begging for your assistance with every lick of my nipples
Screaming your name with every clap of my cheeks...
Baby I'm yours please just take me!
Imagine me walking towards you;
lust in my eyes...love in my heart
Intentions to please every last one of your need
in any and every possible world.
Imagine me french kissing you passionately
from top to bottom...in hopes of tasting every last drop
of your thirst quenching bodily juices
Imagine me seductively massaging your chest
just before I beggin my feast there...
making you feel like the man you've always wished to be
awaiting my next endeavor
Imagine me provocatively stroking your manhood
while slowly french kissing his tip...Enjoying all of
the pre-orgasmic juices that taste so sweet as the slide
onto to my tongue
Imagine me sucking and slobbering all over him..
no teeth only tongue and throat...Moaning in joy
as his head hits my tonsils as I deep throa
with no gag reflex..
I can Taste your love forever!
Imagine my punani soaked in my warm juices
as a result of the pleased look in your eyes...
hot and anxious to feel your throbbing manhood deep inside
of her love exploring all that my body has to offer.
Imagine yourself suddenly coming back to reality
only to realize that it was all nothing more
than just an image
A figure of your intense and quite disturbing
imagination
Copyright © Latasha Lee | Year Posted 2007
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Born into a family with only one parent,
Raised by a girl who was only eighteen.
Taught by a teacher who despised my talents,
Never knew this world could be so mean.
I am the lost boy....
My very first father was a real good catch.
He kinda looked like me, our skin colors matched.
He was there for the first few days but,
since him and moms went separate ways,
everything changed.
I am the lost boy....
Daddy number two...now he was the real thing.
We didn't look alike but we had the same name.
I never got to meet him but, I've heard many stories.
He didn't think I was his so he didn't do nothing for me.
I am the lost boy...
Now, my other dad isn't really mine.
He's my brothers dad but, he was with me all the time.
He stayed around for almost 10 Months
Until he got a new girlfriend and moved away from us.
I am the lost boy....
All I want to do is find my real dad
So he can talk to me about girls, teach me how to be a man.
How to fix a car....
How to handle school...
How to do whats right instead of breaking all the rules.
I know I'm not special
and I'm asking for a lot.
But, I'll do anything....give up everything I've got
Just to find the one man who can fill this empty slot
In my Heart...
In my life.
I am the Lost Boy!
Copyright © Latasha Lee | Year Posted 2009
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I’m looking for a love like none other / one that can be took home to mother
given a seat on Sunday’s supper
strong like my father or maybe even tougher.
See this love I’m looking for it’s that ghetto kind of hood like street type love/
that sloppy grandma kiss on the cheek type love
that moving to the rhythm of the beat type love
that clownin in the club thinking of me type love
that when you get home you’ll have something to eat type love
kiss your neck, rub your back, massage your feet type love
so spiritual, so real, so deep type love,
when you are always on my mind.
That’s when we’ll be together from the better through the worst type love
when we’re hand and hand in the hood as well as church type love/
when you always real with me even when it hurts type love
when we take each others punches and wear each others blood.
See yall don’t understand
I’m talking bout that unmistakable real life true story type love
that I’ll do anything except for nothing for you type love
that no one but my creator comes before you type love
that lost for words I just truly adore you type love.
I may be a fool but who cares cuz I got you type love
I’m talking that Usher and Alicia Keys my boo type love/
That Jamie Fox doing what it do type love
That soulful India Arie cuz he is the truth type love/
Even that Micheal Jackson it don’t matter if your black or white type love
cuz when it comes down to it only you can do it right my love
Ya know that Whitney and Bobby straight crazy type love
then its that R Kelly going half on a baby type love
all the way to that Jagged Edge let’s get married type love.
Copyright © Latasha Lee | Year Posted 2006
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Latasha Lee Poem
With fire behind me
I'm speeding to the
finish line
Copyright © Latasha Lee | Year Posted 2009
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Because today is another day
Because yesterday has gone away
Because I am here and you are there
Because for you yes I truly care
Because everyone is now one day older
Because of all of the tears I've cried amongst your shoulder
Because the next second in my life isn't promised
Because the words you give are painfully honest
Because there is no wrong when your name is spoken
Because your weary taunts of love keeps my heart unbroken
Because never again will I feel this way
Because flowers bloom best in the month of May
Because
of this
I tell you dear friend
that I Love You and I pray that this friendship never ends.
Copyright © Latasha Lee | Year Posted 2005
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Who does she think she is?
She does not belong here.
This is not the Ghetto..
She does not belong here.
Is she like, lost or something?
Can she not find her way home?
Who told her that this campus
was here for her to roam?
Walking to the front of the class
like she'll last more than a year
prepared to learn and eager she is
but the girl doesn't belong here.
She should've went down south
to an all black institution
That way she won't stand out
and make no contribution
Taking up all this space
for no important reason
give it next semester and,
she be gone like the season
It's been a couple of years
and that Black girl is still here
Still making her way towards the front
knowing good and well that she does not belong here
How does she even pay tuition?
Does even know who her father is?
Does she know that her tactics aren't working
and her time here is useless?
She is not going to graduate
I'm surprised she made it through high school
Might as well go on back to the hood,
get pregnant, and marry a fool.
Here she is again,
wearing the same cap and gown as I
Walking up front to the pulpit
How did she make it and why?
What is this girl talking about?
Valadictorian...whatever
It doesn't matter what she is
I'll always be better.
Steady trying to prove a point
all up in my world
It doesn't matter what she does
she's still a Black Girl.
Copyright © Latasha Lee | Year Posted 2007
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Like the missing middle piece to a complicated puzzle,
Like an eagle without its wings.
Like a body guard without his muscle,
a guitar with no strings.
Sort of like a song being sung without a lyric,
Like a pen that has ran out of ink.
An angel from heaven that has lost its spirit,
A mind that just can't think.
What's the use of a rose without its petal?,
How can a painter paint without his hands?.
Can't make perfect tea if you don't have a kettle,
It wouldn't be a beach without sand.
Like the moon without the sky,
a story that cannot be told.
Like a suit missing a tie,
without him I am not whole.
His heart is my missing piece,
His arms are my wings.
His love is my muscle,
My lyrics are the songs that he sings.
My spirit soothes his soul,
He is my initial thought.
He is the blanket whenever I am cold
I'm the teacher and he's what's taught.
He is the sky and I'm the stars
I am the heart and he is the beat
He is the monkey while I am the bars
and with him I am complete.
Copyright © Latasha Lee | Year Posted 2007
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