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Tamica Thompson Poem
We may have our ups and downs,
Like all family do.
But, at the end of the day
I truly love you.
So I'm wishing you the best
On your special day.
Turn up to the sky
And party away.
Heeeeeyyyyyyyy.
Happy Birthday
Copyright © Tamica Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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Tamica Thompson Poem
I need me some Dutch chocolate in my life.
That Tyrese chocolate.
I'm talking that coffee black.
Once you had it like that.
Ain't no coming back.
White teeth shining.
As bright as the sun.
With you there's no doubt
The prize has been won.
That love that makes me sprung.
Again and again.
Mmmmmmm.
Driving my body like a NASCAR.
Black love.
My superstar.
I want you more and more.
So strong.
Staying ready for any war.
He is mines and I am his.
Already married by God.
Don't need a witness.
Hypnotized by your loveliness.
Creative conversations.
Indecent persuasions.
On the daily.
Not just SPECIAL occasions.
The only one that makes me smile.
With no hesitation.
Oh yes.
My Only inspiration is
To loving you more.
Not less.
Could never close the door.
Wouldn't settle for less.
No doubt, you truly are the best.
All that I've been searching for.
He is Savage. He is King.
He is my everything.
So Priceless.
Worth more than bling bling
and the chi-ching.
He is my Angel without the wings.
You pick me up when I am sad.
I would just die without your love.
Because, the pain would be too bad.
When I was down, was all I had.
With you I find joy for a lifetime.
I could never be mad.
Lost in the intimacy of your love.
With you my happiness rises
Higher than the stars above.
How you truly complete me.
With the compassion that you give.
Your heart is the only place
That I want to live.
I belong in your arms.
Well survive the storm.
And Everytime we make love
it's like making a porn.
My voice calls out your name.
To the sounds of trumpet horns.
Beautiful sounds in my ear.
A love I never have to question.
Will always in my life
remain a blessing.
My Pappa Bear, my husband.
He is my Savage.
My King.
He is my everything.
So priceless.
Worth more than bling bling
and chi-ching.
My Angel without wings.
You pick me up when I am sad.
I would just die without your love.
Because, the pain would be too bad.
When no one else was there.
Your love was all I had.
I love you my SOULMATE.
Passed the Pearly Gates.
Like Luther,
Love won't let me wait.
"My Soulmate".
Copyright © Tamica Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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Tamica Thompson Poem
Self respect. Where did it go?
This generation just don't know.
Like the present of a past known all too well.
"So many dying, in the air the bodies I smell".
"One man killed, one sitting in jail".
Already too many burning In hell.
Sons and daughters in holding cells.
Life without parole, with no bail.
Mommas asking God where did she fail.
Self respect. Where did it go?
This generation just don't know.
Devils knocking on Heavens door.
Looking for more falling Angels to store.
Already enough rich people looking down at the poor.
The Armor Of God is what you should have wore.
People who care, we need more.
I mean more of the rich to bless the poor.
Love concurs all for sure.
Self respect. Where did it go?
This generation just don't know.
The wicked don't care. Their just cruel and mean.
That brother died. He had dreams.
Set up by them feans.
Children left behind, without a father.
Momma standing strong, the Lord gave her the power.
Self respect, where did it go?
This generation just don't know.
Self respect. Where did it go ?
This generation just don't know.
Self respect, where did it go?
This generation, just don't know.
Copyright © Tamica Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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Tamica Thompson Poem
Time is precious.
Time is irreplaceable.
In this moment in time
there is a moment that's favorable.
Time ticks, never stops.
From day to night
as the sun drops.
As memories rise to the occassion.
Another killed.
Investigations.
Because of want to be gangsters
and homicidal demonstrations.
Gunshots, bodies hittin the pavement
and in this time, another soul is wasted.
Lives taken.
Just reactin, not thinking.
Never waiting.
Like time.
Drugs and alchohol destroying young minds.
Too many turning down the blinds.
True saying, when they said
The blind can't lead the blind.
Too much disrespect to mankind.
Praying to God for peace of mind.
Wanting, searching,
so hard to find.
The Devil ain't kind,
still I try
because, of my pride.
Hold my head high.
Though it's hard to say goodbye.
R.I.P. to my peeps
the Devil's a lie.
Time is Precious.
Time is a memory
and as time goes on
It fades to infinty.
You will never get that second back.
In the blink of an eye
it's gone.
Just like that.
Like the people we've loved,
and the people we've lost.
In due time
we all have to pay the cost.
As we become memories in time.
In time.
Precious time.
Copyright © Tamica Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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Tamica Thompson Poem
Baby I try, to show how much I care,
no love this strong could never
compare.
I love you so much
you need to understand,
that forever in my heart,
I want you as my man.
"As always, sometimes,
things happen for a reason,
and nothing remains,
like the changing seasons.
Whatever happens in our future,
it happens for the best.
I guess, right now,
I'm putting you to the test.
There are many inside reasons,
why I care about you.
"Not just physical attraction,
it's the things that you do.
I know that it's hard to believe,
because, sometimes I have an
attitude.
"I hope that you forgive me".
I don't mean to be rude.
You see when I care about
someone,
I'm under alot of strane,
because, I never want to see you
hurt,
or emotionally in pain.
I guess I couldn't live,
without your gentle touch.
The only thing left to say,
is you mean so much.
"Because You Mean So
Much"
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Tamica Thompson Poem
I know my capabilities
But, you won't get it like that.
I know how I love
But, I can't love you like that.
You're just a dog
Trying to catch the cat.
I'll blow back your braids.
hand you your hat.
Beat you down with a bat.
F*** that!!
Knick, knack, patty wack.
Your loss,
Gotta pay the cost
to be the boss.
read between the lines,
dental floss.
You're tossed,
in the trash.
never needed your dusty ass.
Plus you wasn't dropping the cash
When the rents due.
Nigga f*** you.
F***ing up my face,
Scars on my heart.
Was blind from the start.
Walking around, head down.
Stuck in Demonic love
I was bound.
True Tee,
no, F****** around.
Hands hitting me.
shattering all personality.
My Reality.
Normally, never weak.
But, this nigga had a hold on me.
I had to let him go.
A CAPITAL, T.K.O.
Hell no.
You're no King.
"That's for sho"!
Tears singing.
"Soprano".
Should have left your ass.
A long time ago.
Washed up from the shore.
you, and those dirty whores.
Loving you is a battle.
"WAR"!!
Can't take it no more.
Got my finger on the Barrow.
Time to close the door.
Hurt me, to the core.
"That's not what I stand for".
Sent me through hell
and back again.
Hell and back again.
God, never left.
Always, my friend.
"While you're tryna pretend".
First aid kit,
ain't getting it.
Me and cowards don't mix.
Carryijg the shadow of a broken spirit.
My Father's, my witness.
You gone get the business.
What comes around, goes around.
"Quickness"!!
I'm just too damn good for this!!
On my bad side!!
" list".
Time for the album drop!!
Closed fist.
I don't need this !!
Called the quits...??
Copyright © Tamica Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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Tamica Thompson Poem
Open up, say ah, have a taste.
As I place my pearl,
on the crease's of your face.
Embrace my body,
like an ocean tide.
Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride.
As you go deeper and deeper,
into my ecstasy.
Ice melting on my body,
your eyes undressing me.
feeling your body next to me.
As a for fill all of your deepest fantasies.
What is love without the understanding of Gods plan?
What is love without a woman?
What is love without a man?
What is the world without ground?
What is music, without sound?
What is a lesson without a teacher?
What is church without a preacher?
There is one reason that I live.
I survive only for you,
You always kept it one hundred.
You are my King,
my love is true.
"I'll do whatever you ask me to".
Your Nubian Queen,
no limits, until the wheels fall off.
A love that is priceless
Could never be bought.
Copyright © Tamica Thompson | Year Posted 2015
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To fall asleep everynight
Is like a meal I happily prepare.
That's where my happiness lyes
When my Father takes me there.
To forgive sometimes
that's a hard pill to swallow.
So, I'm looking stay hoping
for a better tomorrow.
Happy dreams is what I dream
When God lays me to rest.
Angels sing in my ear
And he only sends the best.
Stay away from the fake
Cause they a hot mess.
Stay ready for the worst
Cause life is a test.
Echo: Happy dreams, happy dreams
Where are you? Where are you.
Happy dreams keep me sane
On time when I need you.
Happy dreams Happy dreams
please don't go away.
With me for eternity
is where I need you to stay.
So I pray.
In this hard bed I lay.
Wishing through my struggles.
Hoping time can heal the pain.
Overcoming obstacles
Waiting on my
blessings to rain.
My God is a loving God
He wouldn't wash me down the drain.
In my spirit lyes strength.
That's where it remains.
A child of God in this war zone.
Surviving the battlefield.
The blood of Jesus surrounding me.
An invisible shield.
Sharper than a sharp shooter
With a purple heart.
Nubian Queen soldier.
I'm leaving my mark.
Only the strong survive
And trust, I got heart.
On the path righteousness
Looking for a fresh start.
Echo: Happy dreams happy dreams
Where are you. Where are you.
Happy dreams keep me sane
On time when I need you.
Happy dreams, happy dreams
Please don't go away.
With me for eternity here
is where I need a you to stay.
Happy dreams.
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Tamica Thompson Poem
Freedom is my medicine.
My sugar topped with cinnamon.
My my metabolism to my
adrenaline.
Being locked up is impure,
So, my strength, I endure.
"I embrace it with my arms,
through the struggles,
through the storms".
I'll take a dose of freedom
when I'm feeling down and out.
Freedom is my cure
when my soul is in a drought.
"When I close my eyes,
I dream, dreams of freedom.
"Freedom is my "Paradise",
my "Heavenly Kingdom".
"It holds me so tight
never letting me go".
"Some
me people say I'm crazy".
"All I have to say is, so"!
"I carry my freedom,
like a child in my womb,
and when I die,
freedom will live.
it won't follow me to my tomb"!
" FREEDOM"
Copyright © Tamica Thompson | Year Posted 2014
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That's that good dose of medication,
That stimulation,
That creme,
That protein
That good love that makes you Fein
Like a wet dream.
That shit that makes you cum
In your panties and jeans.
That mmmm that makes you wanna sing.
My Mr. Good Thing.
That relaxing touch.
Huh
Like a xanax pill.
That's that good -good,
That make you cook a full coarse meal.
That one hundred
That real.
Have you head over heels.
Make you suck his dick so good
Have him paying all your bills.
I'm so overwhelmed
By the joy that he brings.
I'm a black woman
Who honors her King.
He is mines, and mines alone.
My Mr. Good Thing.
No one can ever take his place
Or come in between.
Copyright © Tamica Thompson | Year Posted 2015
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