I am unable to remember our anniversary date, but I will never forget our first encounter. The way you smiled at me as I smiled back. I’m falling fast into your deep blue eyes as if I was swallowed by the sea. I’m counting and kissing each freckle you possess lost in your galaxy of beauty. And you are the…
Kwanzaa (Poem)
As we cultivate the congradulations of the celebrations, the first fruit never posed so fresh. And the air taste so sweet. Where a watch isn’t needed to know it is the time of re-assessment. The time of re-affirming. And the time of reward. A mirror made holiday coated with joy as we reflect on our african culture. School’s could never…
The Five Minute Living Room Poem
Death awakens new opportunities through their career coffins… The grim reaper weaps off the accomplishments of Kings and Queens… While Cats roar loud in jungles justisfying their presence in the natured palace… Layed down to rest among others at their best… Hall of fame awards never looked better dressed in black… With winter time memories hand made through snow flakes…
Real (Poem)
Last time I checked we were all born on the same earth. So i’m not understanding why others feel greater by their wallets and what it’s worth. I mean, I can tell you get money by your style but I been got it. And if all your money’s in your outfit then what the hell is in your pocket? That’s…
S.A.S. (Poem)
I can still taste the lies off of your lips. You can’t even look me in the eyes as if you never had a conversation with the truth. And you wonder why you find yourself alone and single like a dollar bill stuffed g-string sliding down a pole of dissapointment. Unlike a stripper, I could see the fakeness right through…
Being “Good Enough”
1. Yes there’s been times where I felt I was not good enough. A) I would experience the feeling during poetry slams I would compete in. 2. My feelings would expose to me that I did not push myself as hard as the other contestants who surpassed me. 3. The results always ended up having me motivated to upgrade the…
Randum Confession: Respecting Your Anatomy
Last night was an eye opener for me. I was ill because of my reckless decisons and became worst during my workout. All i’m typing is whether it has a voice or not #Respect your body. I’m not judging anyone on how they decide to run their lifestyle I am just speaking for myself by saying I need to be…
After witnessing and listening to John Legend’s music and story during his concert tonight I learned you need to strive for what you truly want out of life and be dedicated to whatever your gifts are if you truly believe in yourself.
Self Reflection 6/12/14
My definition of a basic woman…
A basic woman to me is one who chooses not to strive for success or want to make a positive change for herself and/or others. The one who abuses the system and my taxed income out of pure laziness and has no type of drive to be #Independent. A basic woman lacks the ability to #Prioritize. And she does not own up to her #Responsibilities. I’m sure there’s someone out there for them but they are not my interest. I want my lady to #Motivate me to reach my peak in my #Goals which I would do the same for her…
What is your definition of a basic male or female???
I can give a woman I care about anything she asks for that money can claim but materials only stall the real question for so long. “Will I replace my selfish lifestyle for her?” I learned numerous times that over a period of time spent together if she doesn’t have a “Title” then she’ll leave and find someone willing to give her what she wants which I understand. So the real question actually would be do I really care about her like I state I do? P.S. It’s not an issue just a Facebook post… #SelfReflect
Ricky Maeweather 