A poem by Afroblues

A Question to My Sisters from Afroblues

Are you the one they call peaches and cream so I can feel the softness of your skin?
Are you the one they call African queen so I can taste your voluptuous lips in my mouth, deep in my tongue?
Are you the one that’s going to penetrate my soul
be my music and my wind beneath my wings?
Are you my brown sugar?
My sweet apple-pie-le mode?
My chocolate mocha?


OR


Are you the one that talk about “Black men ain’t S@#t, Men are drama, they sit around all day, waiting for some @SS”,
You frustrated, and telling your girl “A good man is hard to find and you’re tire of dealing with the pimpology line”
I know it’s hard!
Because I feel your pain!
cause in this love game TRUST is hard to earn or gain!
Promises are fake,
But this ain’t about game,
This is about understanding the wound of a Black man and notion of a real man, so you can tell all your girlfriends!!
And I will tell my brothers to wake up and If they don’t know how to love a woman, I’ll tell them to ask God how to love a woman” or ask God “How to be a real man”.
So, they can stand tall, with pride and dignity.
Instead of being macho clown pimping at the club lounge,.. Talking about “What’s up Ma, what color is your thong”?


So, Sisters,



Visions of beauty!
I am looking for some comprehending, see my reasoning and wanting to actually, question.

.Are you my African queen…?
The Queen, that’s going to give me warming sheet, in the freezing night, while I caress your inner spirit with my arm,!
The Queen I saw in my dream, with brown-eyes, smiling from the moon!
The Queen they call “Queen of Erotic blues”, with a sweet talk that makes my body quiver, thinking of your smile, while driving on I-95, but forgot to head South to go home,
Because thoughts of passage of my tongue in your ebony fruits, affecting my driving.


But first, tell me, sister, are you my Amazon Queen?
OR

Are you the one that talk about “If you want to be with me, I need some money to pay my bills, feed three of my kids and I am still with two of my baby-daddies”.



OR



Are you the one that talk about “What’s love got to do with it, because all I want is your ride, boo!…. so, quick, tripping”.
So, tell me now or never, are you my African Queen!
Because I am tired of sitting at the Jazz Poetry Café, listening to Sade, “The Sweetest Taboo”, and wondering when a real woman will come soon?
I am tired of going to weddings, wearing my Fubu-tuxedo, listening to I do” and I am not even the groom!

So, are you the one!.... and if you are the one?
Let’s say, we get situated, things get coordinated and eventually we get married!!!
Are you going to respect me as a man?
Are you going to be submissive? With no mistaken as being my slave,
But respect my authority as a man of God,
And if the word “Submissive” is uncomfortable to your spirit
About the word “Respect your man when he’s talking”,
“Listen to your man” As long as he is a real man of God,
Who knows how to treat a woman?
I mean, are you going to allow me to play my role, ‘cause I know the national Slogan of the 21st century is “Independent Woman”, with all statements like “I don’t need a man to make me happy”, “I got my own car”, “I paid my own bills”,
I don’t ask men for S@#T,”



Damn, so, if that’s the case, when we together, what do you need me for?
Ain’t nothing wrong being independent,
But are there any boundaries?
cause all I want is for us to stick together,
Respect and cherish each other,
So, our souls can survive in this love show,
I am sick and tired of all the issues and it’s so confuse,
And somehow, we forgot to look into each other essence and love God first,
So, we can learn to love ourselves and Love our people!
And love our Black children, and love anybody else who’s God Children.


But in the mean time, Sister,
I need to know, if you the one they call “Peaches and Creams”?
The one they call Queen of Erotic blues, Sister of Midnight Blues, because if you are,
Then, I’d be your smooth operator in your wet dream,
I will kiss all the apple pies in the garden of your body,
Kiss your mind with intellectual Kisses,
And kissing your spirit, with Heaven poetry,
Supply your soul to the infinity, and just be your true-noble-African-King!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Head over Heals

Its been a couple of days and Dashaun has crossed my mind. But like I said b4, it won't be anything serious. He called a couple days ago and we talked 4 a bit. I don't know exactly what it is about him that I find so irresistable. Is it his intellegence, his being straight 4ward, or just the sexual tension between us? Heck if i know. I spoke with Kelly(the birthday girl this weekend)and got the 411 on everyone. More people came than she expected but the more the better. We joked about how much fun we all had hanging out and stuff. She really seemed 2 enjoy herself. Then, she started on Deshaun. She talked about how good he looked because of weight training and how he kept flirting with her the whole night. He was flirting with her? Last time I checked he made a special effort 2 sit beside me and make sweet remarks 2 me about my body the whole night as she sat across the table. Was I @ the wrong party? I just kept agreeing with her as if she were right. Then I realized she really liked him. In all honesty i just wanted 2 fuck him...on a regular basis. I don't think that he's into relationships. Maybe I'm wrong. N E wayz, I grew tired of her babble and faked an important incoming call. She has no idea what I plan 2 do with him and I don't intend 2 tell her. Should I pass on this dick 4 a friend 2 have a shot or should I add him 2 my fine collection of men @ my disposal(Shit, we weren't that good of friends n e wayz)?

An insightful weekend

It was my homegirl's birthday and she decided 2 invite some friends out. We met up at her favorite restaurant, Pabadoes. I noticed a familiar face as I arrived. I didn't know him but I had seen his face around campus. He greeted me with a promising smile as he formally introduced himself. "Hey beautiful. I'm Dashaun," he said with such finesse as he kissed my hand. I introduced myself while maintaining my cool. I'm thinking "what's his game plan?" I'll play along for now. We're waiting in the lobby for some more of her peeps 2 show up and I find myself compelled 2 talk 2 Dashaun. We find that we both have alot in common as far as our backgrounds and studies go. He is the complete opposite of what I thought he would be. He's really down 2 earth and so chill. By the time everyone arrived, there were about 10 people in our party. We got our own private section in the restaurant and guess who found their way next 2 me. Yea, u know it. I don't like to think I have a type but I usually only go for the thuggish ruggish guys like Ice Cold(how I'll refer 2 my last ex from now on). Deshaun is educated, has street sense, and is fine as hell. The brother is even going 4 his masters! I thought that he would be an uptight, snotty son of a bitch. He isn't in the least. Ice Cold was kicked outta university by force. I'm still in shock that I find Dashaun so appealing. I know I won't fall 4 him, so i need to check my roster of hoes and see if there is an extra slot. And it begins...

A poem I found on the net

BETWEEN BROWN THIGHS

This will make a grown man cry
This will make a proud man humble
A well spoken man mumble.
It lies in a tumble between brown thighs. It resembles a tangled mess of brairs and brumble.
It is the source of life and pleasureit lies
between brown thighs.
It has caused sighs and groans
It has caused moans and smiles
It makes a man stay a while it lays
between brown thighs.
It has been called poontang
It has been called sweet sticky thang.
It has been called *bleep* because it purrs like a cat when it is stroked.
It is my pleasure and my pain.
Because it lays between brown thighs.

~Anonymous

Tha' life of a playa

My weekends are packed with events from parties to just plain hanging out. Guys are always trying 2 get @ me. I'm a playa' b4 my time. I know what the deal is. They can't pull that bullshit on me! But it seems ever since me & my ex got back on good terms, he's been makin' advances 2 get back with me. The brother is so sexy! I don't even think he looked that good when we were 2gether. It's really unfair. I'm sure the devil is havin' himself a good ass laugh right now. That's cool though. I'm a playa in my heart! But can I resist the temptation? If I remain focused I'll b alright. Having a few friends with me if I meet up with him wouldn't hurt either. As much as I wanna put a good hurtn' on his ass, the fact still remains that he didn't choose me. Nothing can cloud that from my mind. I've tried. I won't worry about it. He's not worried about me... Just like any playa, I'll bounce back!

A day in the life and times...

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