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A Dream For U

A Dream For U

If I could dream a dream for u, in your dreams all would come true.
You would be that person that gets the last scoop of ice cream.
You would measure up to almost any and everything.
You would be that person that people loved the most.
The type of person that just don't boast.
You would get the best part in the play.
And nail it solid, on opening day.
If I could dream a dream for you.
I'd dream the sun is always shinning.
The sky always blue.
You would have more wealth than you knew what to do.
If I could dream a dream for you.
I would wish you well.
And for your secrets knew,
I would wish no one tells.
I would wish the finest things for you.
Even when you awake, I do too.

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You Missed My Call

A story with a twist, so sit down so you won't miss this!

Now I'm sitting at home, and dam I'm all alone, wishing this man of mine would just pick up his freaking phone!

I feel the need to have him here, to have his body near. Why is he not answering? Is it because he doing dirt, addressing someone else's matters?

I have called him once! I have called him twice!

The next time won't be so nice.

I just might forget that I loved and missed him in the first place, causing me to feel like I'm having to waste, waste my valuable time on a man of this kind.

See he's making it hard for the next man.

I hate to see the next soul coming after him.

And If you sitting out there thinking about yourself at a chance with me, don't think then you wouldn't be exempt.

Now more time has passed, and yet he hasn't accepted these calls.

Must a sister go ballistic and go make this man another statistic?

Maybe, I need to jump up already pass pissed enough, go outside, jump in my ride, pick up my friend, then go visit this man.

Now, I'm driving to his house, so lowkey, quiet as a church mouse.

Knock hard on his door, and watch his heart hit the floor, because now I'm super pissed because he's been missed, left me feeling dissed.

He opens the door, falls to his knees begging me, please.

Please for what I ask? I sometimes feel as if you are wearing a mask.

Sometimes I don't know who you are, but you are showing thus far that you can't be trusted, and why are you acting like you just got busted?

What's that sound I heard echoing around?

Now I'm walking toward my man's bedroom door, and as I kick in the door. I saw boyfriend Joe, hit his bedroom floor!

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When They Told Me

When they told me you were there, immediately I started to care.
A bond between the two, which was a bond for I and you.
You were my something to hold, my something new to behold.
Immediately, I wanted to shape you into a woman or a man who could stand up and stand for whatever he or she felt she deserved, but mainly a chance, in life.
When they told me you were there instantly I started to care.
 I was awaiting the embrace of my little one and for you to embrace this new life.
But when they told me that you would not make it, right then I knew my heart couldn’t take it.
My joy suddenly vanished away and that thought of waiting to deliver your warm embrace.
My heart began to break and wonder if this world was just a big fake, to take something so precious, sweet, unique, and by me. 
When they told me I began to cry, my soul began to slowly die.
I cried for you.
I cried for me, because we would never get the chance to meet each other you see.
However, if God will have it so, one day I will get to know who you are and what you might have been, the only remedy and medicine to put the lost and the great cost of losing you behind me.
To my unborn love, mommy loves you.

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I'M Infatuated With You

I’m infatuated with you! You make my heavenly skies blue
You brighten up most my days and make me want to love you in a sexual kind of way
Yes, I’m infatuated with you
And in your love, with each stroke, your body, makes me want more 

Oh, I’m infatuated with you
Your soft caress against my chest
Your smooth, black, beautiful skin
This thing between you and I, so good, let’s not be friends

I’m infatuated by your tone, as we talk on the phone
And how someday you are being my man
And how someday our love might begin

I’m infatuated by your big feet, your beautiful white teeth
I’m infatuated by you, you are like my finest treat, as sweet as can be, and super steady like a constant heartbeat

I’m infatuated by the way your lips taste, your warm embrace.
I’m infatuated with you
Your skin though, your skin tone makes my body yearn and moan with impatience and shut in desire, because you are that flame that strikes my fire

I’m infatuated with you
Yes, you brighten up most my days, and show me sexual love in every way
You please me with the way you tease me
When you have stepped away, even for just a day, my body cannot wait

I’m infatuated by you, yes, you
You turn my heavenly skies blue
I’m infatuated with you, you young sexy young thang you

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Lipstick

When she hides behind her lipstick, she seems so fearless to sight. She's confident, she's strong, filled with unbearable might. She has a fight within her. She can stand up to almost anything and soar above the trees, looking down upon the buzzing of the bees. When she hides behide her lipstick, you couldn't dare tare her down. She's proud, her caliber is loud, she's radiant now. She's like a ray of sunshine in the dark, a star among the galaxy. She is set apart. To hold her place in a system so vast, outlasting the very last. She's profoundly here and precariously dear to all that she's knows. She's a lover, a friend, a mother of few, a daughter, a sister to sisters, with a life story untold. So she writes down her history, marking the places most dear to the, no one knowing her next destiny. But at night, deep in the late hour, when her lipstick is worn off, PAIN consumes her. She lay quietly in bed with a hidden head. She finds strength to wipe away her tears that fall from her eyes and say a prayer, wishing for another night, hoping tomorrow will be alright. How weak she seems now that her lipstick is been wiped away, crying like a dog that has been lost, a child gone astray, like a lover lost at sea, never to return to me. She's not that lady you would know in the daytime filled with confidence at night wondering where she went. Without her lipstick you wouldn't even know her, a stranger amongst us.

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My Last Summer

This will be my last summer asking them why.

Why they stepped so gently into my life, and then left with such a forceful goodbye, some not patience enough to state the real reason as to why, or like most, speak a lie.

This will be my last summer asking them to explain themselves, before any other who knew them just as 
 well, could stand up and be the first to tell. But foolishly, I sought after answers from only them, desiring the truth. If I rocked with you, I rocked with you, for you.

I have no more summers left for you! None of you, and all the pain you sent me through!

For this summer is indeed my last, filtering out my good, their bad. I will no longer except apologies for that tone in your voice, you chose your words, your choice, so called friendship, a blade to my back, exactly what kind of friendship is that.

I have no more summers left for regrets, for the ones, I wish I never meet.

I have no more summers asking why you loved her more than me, I was the last, but I was definitely the baby.

I have no more summers to give to family with no union, no bonds, no strongholds amongst us. I won’t ask for support because mines was always a given, with it,  came my love, dedication, and affection. With many, my heart in their hands is where I need my greatest protection.

I have no more summers to waist because my summers grows shorter each and every 365 days.

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I Let Another In

Why would I share with you my pain for you to turn around to inflict the same rain. My bad, I opened my own self up, allowing you my heart to touch. Now my heart tested again by another man, he claims friend. Found myself trusting in you to help see me through, but I in return does the same things for you. I liked it better when you called yourself friend and not my man. You were less boastful and we a lot closer. Things can never be the same a now un-kindled  flame, another missed opportunity, a dam shame. Now I must go back to what I know, trusting in God the most. Thought he sent you to be a blessing to me, a lie in dicise like the Apple given by Eve. One thing that I can say I learned is there is learning in every situation, even in the most sinister occasion. So now I rather do it alone, then to have another man who calls my house, his home.

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Steps In My Heart

One day you made a step into my heart.
At first glance, seemed we would never part
You were there in it, like a batter at the plate to win it.
I was humbled by your love, cause it fit me snug like a glove.
When you were around how hard my heart would pound.
You never seemed to know just how much I loved you so.
If your feet could really walk through you would know the love I have abundant for you.
Now you have stepped away.
I cry each and every day.
Miss you more than words can say.
I love you so much bae.
Hope one day, you would step back in, if only it meant to be just my friend.

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Wipe My Tears Away

Will someone come and wipe the tears from my eyes,
Sing to me a lullaby.
A soft and sweet note too ease and comfort what’s hurting inside
Quiet it peacefully, with vocals, hummed gently from someone’s throat.

Promise me that tomorrow will not be like today or yesterday,
That if I continue to pray, that the pain in it, will all simply just go away.

Maybe, I can just go away,
Away to somewhere they know, not my name
But to new places, upon new faces, where I can find love just the same.

Will someone come and wipe away my tears,
These same tears that have fallen for so many years, so unrealistically real
And the hand I was dealt was the real deal, “Holyfield”.

Can anyone out there hear or help me,
I’m crying out from within, acknowledge my plea.

I call on his grace, only seeking those in the image of his face, 
God’s face, only one who can erase this pain shut up inside
Will you come to wipe the tears from my eyes?

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Pick Aboo

Pick a boo. You see me? I see you. Life like a fortress, what holds you up, holds you down. That's not a smile... I pick a boo a frown. You walk around with it on your face, just like that, you mad... That same smile gone without a trace. Why hide behind a mask, that laugh, talk, that act? You fake, you take, I pick a boo a snake. One who lurks behind the scenes, scooping the between. Pick a boo I see you. Do you see yourself? Do you look in the mirror? Is your life so blurred from confusion, nothing seems clearer. You wake up to you. You go to bed with you. At the end of the day, is it you? Stop jumping for demands! She, he, they are just a man. Do they change who you are? Do they change your appearance? Have they took your place, ran your race? Maybe if you tied your shoelace, you wouldn't trip on that curve, like home boy that slept with you, then gave you the bird. Have they ruffed you up? Grow some more skin.... Get tough! Cause if you don't then you won't see the person that you thought you would be.