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Football Mom

I never quite knew
what it meant.
And, if explained,
I never understood.
Shoot!  I've never even LIKED the game!
And, I never thought that I would.
But,
The fear...  The pride...
The gleam, in my eye...
The joy in my heart...
could only mean one thing.
I'm a football mom...?
YEAH!, A FOOTBALL MOM!
I love you, sweetie.
Now honey, you get out there,
AND, HIT SOMEBODY!!
OH! Did I just say that?
Where did that BASS come from?
Now, you be careful,
when you HIT SOMEBODYYYY!!!
OH MY! Well, anywho...
I've got my blanket, rain gear, 
and my thermos (minus the toddy),
so, I'll still be nice and toasty, 
when you HIT SOMEBODYYY!!!
I may not care for the game,
but I love the kid, who plays it.
Proud football mom, am I,
and my heart is just ablaze with it.
This feeling right here, is the BOMB!
So, whether home or away,
I'm in that thang!
Hecks YEAH!!!!
I'm a football mom!

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Hunted

We are being Hunted!
Our sons,
More than our daughters 
Our mothers,
Less than our fathers 
By the hunters,
We've been made into a sport,
at their discretion,
Not served with protection,
But, sent
Straight to the grave,
By Black & White transport.
We stand at their command.
We stop.
We drop.
We comply.
We die.
Still...
Hunted....
& Endangered....
Not safe,
Living in skin,
Righteous within,
But viewed as a sin....
Therefore hunted,
Once again.
Going to church... Hunted.
Going to work... Hunted.
Having dinner... Hunted.
Enjoying life... Hunted.
Because how dare we
Not fit the stereotype.
Hair, styled.
Temperament, mild.
Lips, smiled.
Body, undefiled.
Degrees, compiled.
And,
Still profiled.  
Still endangered.
Still hunted.

R.I.P. Mr. Crutcher.

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Bring Back Our Girls

Bring Back Our Girls!!
To their mothers and fathers,
to their sisters, and brothers.
We know ONE escaped you,
but we want ALL the others!

Bring Back Our Girls!!
To the people who LOVE them!
To the people who NEED them!
The ones who pray for them EVERY night,
and wake up praying that you've freed them!!

Bring Back Our Girls!!
So that they can one day
be wives and mothers!
And, they'll be doctors and lawyers,
if I had my druthers!

You Need To
Bring Back Our Girls!!
Or, we're coming for you!
You'll find no place to hide.
And, you'll have nowhere to run to!

BRING BACK OUR GIRLS!!
Even with innocence lost.
Or, we'll see you all burn,
No matter the cost!

Bring Back Our Girls!
BRING BACK OUR GIRLS!
Please,... just...
Bring Back Our Girls!

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You

You are NOT them.
You're you.
Be you.
Trust you.
Love you....Enough....To be true....To you.
You are NOT 
The father
who left you,
The uncle,
who raped you. 
And, you are NOT 
the devilish ways,
that this evil act
SHAPED YOU.
You are NOT
The neighbor,
The pastor,
nor
The teacher,
who touched you.
The ones,
who crippled your soul,
and never resolved things,
but just CRUSHED you.
You are NOT,
The SCARS,
that they left,
whether VISIBLE
or
invisible,
Still all very real
and
Still all reprehensible!
You are NOT,
Their aborted child,
Their sly smile,
Their slick style...
You are NOT
a punching bag,
with no one to intercede.
Nor are you a starring lead,
when they feel the need,
to do the deed.
You are NOT
a trash can,
for THEIR SPENT SEED!!!!
You are NOT them! 
You're YOU!  
Be YOU!
Trust YOU!
Love YOU,
Enough,
To be true,
to 
YOU!

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You Lost Me

Time changes...
Both people, and things
Both substance, and means
Until nothing... is as it seems.
And... You... Lost... Me...
When promises were unkept
When dreams were unmet
And... I have no tears for the us, 
that I thought we would be
So... I guess they'll remain unwept.
And, you lost me
When you weren't my peace
But, my stress.
Not my solace,
But my mess.
When I thought you were a vault 
for my private thoughts, 
I discovered that you were the press.
And it hurt, I confess, 
But still I prayed that you be blessed. 
And... You... Lost... Me...
When your actions 
didn't match your words
When your mentality 
Was as flighty as a bird's 
When you showed me that 
I'd never have 100% 
of your dedication 
....Just a third.
That doesn't work,  
in spite of what you've heard.

...And You Lost Me
...And You Lost Me 
...And You Lost Me

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Black Men

Black Men,
I see your power.
And, although sometimes well disguised,
and sometimes compromised,
buried between paler thighs,
scrutinized, by paler eyes...
I see your strength.
And, I see the wisdom in your eyes, 
as a prize.
And, I hear what's being said about you,
but I don't believe the lies,
from him, her, them...
Not even the lies,
that you believe and tell about yourself.
Black Men,
I see your worth.
Even when, your flexion lacks direction,
ending in defection,
and upon closer inspection,
there is no connection...
to be found.
But, there's no desire to clown.
No desire to 
BEAT DOWN,
PUSH DOWN,
or DRAG YOU DOWN!
NEVER THAT!
I see your POWER,
your STRENGTH,
and your WORTH...
And, BLACK MEN...
I see your CROWN.

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Lit: An Ode To My Bread Pudding

Twas the day after Christmas
and my jeans? They FIT fit.  
I ain't even tripping, 
because ALL the food was LIT! 
I'm not mad at the scale.  
Nope. Not one little bit.
People ask, 
"Whatchu get for Christmas?"  
I say "just Junk".  
They're all completely shocked,  
because my answer is
"just so crass!"  
I laugh to myself, because 
bless their judging hearts, 
they have no idea, that 
I'm talking about this a$$.  
So..., in my mind, 
I drop it AND I pop it, 
and perform a whole 
Burlesque skit, 
and all this ceremony, 
Is because 
my Bread Pudding was LIT!

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Good Morning, Beautiful

Good morning beautiful. 
That's how he greets me each day.
No matter if we argued the night before, 
or if we had a night filled with play.
If only I,
could see myself through his eyes,
could block out the telling of past lies,
could calm myself with his sighs....
Then, maybe I would see,
the beauty that he sees,
And, maybe I would love, 
and honor myself with ease.
And, maybe I'd believe, 
that those earnest words, 
are honest feelings, 
not meant to mock,
and not meant to tease.
An honest sharing, 
not just game, 
that's just meant to please.
And maybe, just maybe,
I won't feel so gullible,
when I believe it when he 
wakes me with.....
Good morning beautiful *?*

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An Apology

And, I owe myself an apology...

For not believing in myself,

For not trusting myself,

For the times that I didn't seek the best,

But just accepted what was left,

For the the times that I allowed 

SOMEONE ELSE'S opinion,

To create a warped version of Danita Michelle.

For those rare times that the enemy's influence,

Created my own personal hell.

And I owe myself an apology,

For not always following my "first mind",

For not going with my gut,

But instead following "The Others",

And, a letting lack of confidence dig my rut.

For those times, 

that I was so busy, being true to "them", 

That I wasn't being true to me,

And, if I wasn't being true to me,

Then I wasn't being true to HE... 

HE, who is truth!

So, I owe myself an apology, 

for scrimping on life, 

nearly detouring my destiny, 

and ALMOST cheating myself...,

out of my great reward.

Now, the apology has been given and accepted.  

My destiny, is yet unaffected.  

And, the future... 

Yes, the future, 

Is even better than what was once projected.

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I'M Different

I'm different.
And, its okay for me,
to be who I am,
to accept Danita Michelle,
with vigor, with verve.
And, to find joy in serving,
WHO I serve.
It sometimes takes a little courage,
and it may take a little nerve.
But, with HIM, I can handle it!
And, those who don't like it,
can swerve.
Because... I'm... Different.
And, I LOVE that Holy Ghost feeling
that I get... when I praise HIM!
I have NO control, over these hands,
...when I raise them!
And, I'm not saying that I'm better!
I'm saying that I'm better, 
for knowing HIM!
And really, I'm NOT trying to preach,
when I'm focused, on showing them.
Ya see,
I can map out my praise,
or I can do it on a whim.
It doesn't matter which,
as long as I praise HIM!
I don't care who might see.
They'll just have to deal,
with the real me!
Because, I'm gonna praise HIM!
Truthfully, the only time that
I feel free, is when I praise HIM!
And, I suppose that's why....
It must be why...
Yeah, I guess that's probably why...
I'm different.