#Spoken_word I am


Before blogging, many years ago, I wrote poetry. For a long time I used that as my way of venting. Time went by and I kind of ourtgrew it but it’s always been an art that’s quite close to my heart. I wrote this about three years ago when God was starting to open up my eyes to see what a blessing it is to be called Woman…enjoy 🙂

I am proper,
I come with terms and conditions,
copyright laws,

I am a different kind of sophistication,
a fly sister,
with lips that run like water from a burst pipe,
charisma brighter than the sun on the hottest day,
mind deep
thoughts rich
more eyes than the natural set.
Don’t let my ghetto vocabulary phase you,
I am more than what I say.
I touch with intention
move with liberty
kiss with inspiration.
an aura of grace
presence of humility.

I am spirit.
Faith like an evergreen tree,
I look not at the world,
but at the Lord,
the maker of heaven and earth.
His love is pure,
His love is forever.
The same God that heals, delivers, sanctifies and is
glorified fathers me.
He is arms to hold
heart to love
feet to follow
and voice to hear.
I am my own specie.
I appreciate,
I celebrate.
My love is simple yet full
yes I love.
I love passionately
I laugh tremendously
and I have fun gracefully.

Colour me Woman
for I am.


#Feature Nande – echo my anger


Echo my anger

I’m angry
Angry at how you would make her an object though she screams and tears
I know that you know that she hates every ticking minute of it
See,some don’t see past your cold advances so they leave a trail of broken dreams

“Echo my anger” said my soul

When you hoot at her as she jogs down the street ,do you not see how she squirms in disgust of your perversity
Or do you concentrate on how you enjoy watching her ass ,her hips and thighs that she can’t conceal in her gym pants

What you don’t realize is that when she gets home she’ll look in the mirror to see if she showed too much
She won’t know that you hooted at 4 more girls though covered as nuns cause you can’t control your lusts

“Echo my anger” said my soul
Tell them she is not an object
She is a woman

How could you spank her ass when she walks the sidewalk like her body is a play thing
You are humiliating her
She’ll think its her body that protrudes too much and draws attention
What she won’t know is that it has nothing to do with her but your low close to non existent morale

“Echo my anger” said my soul
She is a woman
Not an object

She is stronger than you think
Stop stripping her down and getting into her though she screams “NO”
Why feed your lusts at the cost of her self worth

“Echo my anger
Echo my anger
Echo my anger” said my soul
“she is not an object
She is a woman”