Saturday, February 16, 2019

Trailblazer's oath

See, I have found my purpose.
My whole reason for being.
It came at a time when things could not be seen.
In the darkest of nights, came the brightest light.
One that had no source in sight.
No electricity.
No candles.
No woods to burn in a shadowy flame.
It was just me, shining so bright.
If the darkness never came, I wouldn't have found my light.
I have found my purpose as I said before.
I'm here to keep the lights on for just a little more.
I'm the Shepard lighting the way for little, lost sheep.
They need to see their way home.
They need to see their way onto the next part of journey.
I light their way in the greatest of plight.
My purpose is simple and effortless, it is true.
But I think I have the most important duty to do.
For one of these could be the next Malcolm X.
One little sheep that could have done less had I not been there to light the way.
To spark their little heart's flame for them to see the day.
The day when they set their mind to making the impossible come true.
I am no ordinary Shepard. Please don't get confused.
I am a trailblazer. The path I light is different.
It's not well lit because it has not been paved yet.
I light the way for sheep that make trails of their own.
The beaten path calls no name that I know.
Me and my sheep all walk the same way.
Down paths that should have been filled with shame.
We own it and embrace it. Branded on us in pride.
Swimming through deep waters and climbing up hills, I light their flames again if they cannot maintain.
We keep going until we cant anymore. Only stopping when we reach death's door.
My sheep will continue if they live past me. Their new shepherd flame shines bright as can be.
I won't be forgotten because all shepard's are the same.
Shepard trailblazer, that's the name.

Monday, February 11, 2019

The interview: transcript

Interviewer: How did you get started writing?
Me: I've been writing. Been writing my whole life. Ever since I learned to write the alphabet.
Interviewer: Ok, ok but how did you get started writing poetry?
Interviewer: Well.....oh no, you're at a loss for words?
((Papers shuffle))
Interviewer: What about writing books? Or the scripts you write? Your films are very successful.
((clears throat))
Me: I started....oh, and thank you for mentioning my films by the way...((clears throat again)).....well, I started with the hate that I held in my heart. I used to say poetry was like the lowest form of writing to me but I lied. I tried and it didn't work in my favor soo i tossed poetry to the side like a leftover. Like it meant nothing to me when in fact it was jealousy that made me act like a brat. Poetry allowed me to be the freest I could be. Painting pictures but ending it just long enough for it to be more like a cliffhanger. Leaving you wanting more when there is nothing left. Opening a door to a beautiful world only for you to step through the threshold and see it was merely a window next to another door and now you have to wait there until I give you more. My books go deep, deeper than my scripts. Only experienced swimmers need to read them. ((Waves hand back and forth)) Don't get me wrong. My poems ain't no kiddie pool. You'd be a fool to think that's where this goes. My poems are more like a puddle who's depth you'd never know until you step in and you either sink or swim. You see, I love poetry. I learned this recently. It's words with a rhythm over a beat. It may even be something you play on repeat. It's just a dance I do in my head and it becomes something I share instead. Akin to a beautiful ballad but not the same. This poetry thing has been calling my name. I got started because I heard the beat. I did my dance and now I can't stop my feet. The words just flow effortlessly. I know the moves without practicing. The beat changes and I go along with it. Until the song is over and I rest until the next one.
Interviewer: Wow didn't expect such a poetic answer.
Me: Well you know, it's what I do. Had to send an ode to a love that's true.
Interviewer: ((leans into the mic)) Stay tuned. There's more with Meadow after the commercial break. 

Saturday, February 2, 2019

What do you like?!

"Hey, woman. What do you like?"
I think for a second.
What do i like?!
What do i like?!
Well, i like to go where my man goes.
He likes to watch football and game shows.
He likes how i did it all before he came home.
He likes the clean house and the food i cook.
He likes that i took care of every nook.
He doesn't have to lift a finger.
He gave me this ring to always remember.
The look on your face says it all.
I'm sorry, did i say something wrong?!
Oh yes, now i remember.
You want to know what i like.
I like when my son goes to bed.
He lays his little head on my chest.
After a long day, he goes to sleep right away.
I like how he feels safe with me.
Or how he wants to read with me.
I like how his face curls up when i give him foods he finds yucky.
Or how he likes when i can't stand when he's muddy.
I like that he's pleasant and happy and nice.
Made with everything but sugar and spice.
I like that he's my son and this is my family.
I like how they're happy to see each other when my man and i get home from work.
I like how i do it all so they don't have to move a muscle.
I know they're tired from the hustle and bustle.
You're looking at me again.
Did i not answer the question?
Am i missing the point?
Do you have some suggestions?!
What do i like?!
Well i don't know.
I think you're the first to ask, ya know.
I guess if i had to choose it would be something simple.
I like little things.
I like the wind and the way it blows.
I like to sit in my window watching snow.
I like the sun and the way it makes the grass grow.
I like how my man looks at me when i know what he likes.
I like how my son reminds me that i can have a life.
I like how my family remembers that i matter too.
That i shouldn't get lost in the sauce just because i make a way for them to do the things they do.
I like how my body isn't quite the same since i last put on my wedding dress.
It's gotten quite used and abused before i tied my tubes.
I love how my man treats me like I'm soo damn fine and my child looks at me like I'm divine.
I like how i can wear all these hats and still be me.
I like how i don't get lost or doubted or shamed by society.
I like how i didn't lose my dreams after becoming a wife.....
Or a mother.
I like how i remain immersed in peace and serenity.

Most of all, i like me.

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