#SpokenWord Isaac Wimberly


If there are words for Him then I don’t have them
You see my brain has not yet reached a point
Where it could form a thought
That could adequately describe the greatness of my God
And my lungs have not yet developed the ability
To release a breath with enough agility
To breathe out the greatness of His love
And my voice, my voice is so inhibited
Restrained by human limits
That it’s hard to even send a praise up
If there are words for Him then I don’t have them

My God
His grace is remarkable
Mercies are innumerable
Strength is impenetrable
He is honorable, accountable, and
Unsearchable yet knowable
Indefinable yet approachable
Indescribable yet personal
He is beyond comprehension
Further than imagination
Constant through generations
King of every nation
If there are words for Him then I don’t have them

You see my words are few
And to try and capture the one TRUE God
Using my vocabulary will never do
But I use my words as an expression
An expression of worship to a Savior
A Savior who is both worthy and deserving of my praise
So I use words
My heart extols the Lord
Blesses His name forever
He has won my heart, captured my mind
And has bound them both together
He has defeated me in my rebellion
Conquered me in my sin
He has welcomed me into His presence
Completely invited me in
He has made Himself the object of my sight
Flooding me with mercies in the morning
Drowning me with grace in the night
If there are words for Him then I don’t have them

But what I do have…Is Good News
For my God knew that man-made words would never do
For words are just tools that we use
To point to the Truth
So He sent his son Jesus Christ as THE WORD
Living proof
He is the image of the invisible God
The firstborn of all creation
For by Him all things were created
Giving nothingness formation
And by His word He sustains, in the power of His name
For He is before all things and over all things He reigns
Praise Him for His life
The way He persevered in strife
The humble Son of God becoming the perfect sacrifice
Praise Him for His death
That He willingly stood in our place
That He lovingly endured the grave
That He battled our enemy
And on the third day rose in victory
Praise Him because He rose!!
Hallelujah He rose!!
He is everything that was promised
Praise Him as the risen King
Lift your voice and sing
For one day He will return for us and we will finally be
United with our Savior for eternity
So it’s not just words that I proclaim
For my words point to the WORD
And the WORD has a name
Hope has a name
Joy as a name
Peace has a name
Love has a name
And that name is Jesus Christ
Praise His name FOREVER!


#SpokenWordFeature Luwi Titus – And so I write


And so I write
I come to terms that commas stop to begin
Full stops to an end
Writing with all I’ve said
Don’t mind it if its not made sense

I continue
Questions to what I may not ask
Scripting to what someone may read as the past
Thinking to thoughts towards thickening plots
Time ticking
I’ll remind you of this nonsense

At times I’ll be by my table
Alone because it is what I am able to
Regardless of anyone else’s thought
Silent as though I have fought
Till it starts with a thought
Then I’ll write, what ever comes to my mind.

Find him on luwithaking.wordpress.com

#SpokenWord My name is Woman

I responded to your awkwardly timed invitation
you called it a booty-call
well you aint tappin this booty so you better call
someone else

I was broke, you asked me out
you called me a gold digger
not knowing that the only thing i was diggin was
your mind

I kissed you on our first date
you called me a hoe
I refused to lay with you on our second date
you STILL called me a hoe
Now hold up
Is your vocabulary stuck?
Does your mind move like a truck?

See I’ve been called so many names I dont know
which one is worse
Your ‘manlynes’ had me thinkin being a woman
was a curse

I’ve been the female canine that carries everydogs child
The nice girl who’s body was a bed and her skin linen sheets
I’ve been the fat girl everybody bounced on
The black girl nobody could see through
The tall girl nobody could get to

I’ve been

But thats not my name
My name is in the thickness of my hair
The flavour of my skin
The extensiveness of my dream

It’s in my breasts and my thighs, curves that no
car can get around
It’s in the choreographed wisdom that my voice carries out
The complex simplicity that my emotions speak about

Your stiffness does not entice me
However, you intelligence excites me
I’ve beseeched the heavens to let me breathe the
same air as you
Not the trifflin you but the God fearing you
But you STILL dont know my name

So, im the girl with diamonds in her stride
Happiness in her speech and independence as her ride
I’m the one with goldness in her touch
Truth in her dwelling and confidence as her pen.

My name?
My name is Woman.

Maya Angelou – Still I rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the

Leaving behind nights of terror and
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors
I am the dream and the hope of the
I rise
I rise
I rise.

#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”