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Be the best you ,you can be...even if you have stereotypical strikes against you. Use the back door, dressed in khaki not Gucci armed with knowledge and the courage to know that you be the best ,at whatever you do. And let it be proved, no one can perfect on being you. Make sure what ever you do ,you do so well that once you are gone. you'll still be remembered ; Remembered for improvements,and not destruction. King wanted not to be martyred as he wanted to prove: As I have done you can also do:There's no difference between you and I; So do as I have done and even more he would say, prepare your self with education and love. Stand on passion and be guided by LOVE. Passion and self determination is the lamp at our feet. Even if you cannot afford a college degree, Grab a book from the library and read, be you self taught or guided by ancestors voices. Its all in a book, the ancestors still care. The way has been paved and the motivation is there. Some made it through on wisdom and prayer. He did not die for us to praise him, he wanted to be and example and his example was ample; To show that just an ordinary man...could leave a legacy and a dream. That all men are created equal ..SO do even more than I have done he would say Because he has already opened up doors and paved the way.. Let us not run backwards ,forward we tread. His dream is alive and his memory not dead. Stop looking for A leader and become one instead,by his courageous spirit, let us each be led...Billions are looking around for a King put on your gloves and get in the ring.You are chosen by the mighty....Yes you are the one...each of you have a Job to do. Be the best you,you can be. And lets get this done.! YOU ARE THE ONE!
WHILE BEAUTY SLEEPS ,THERE ARE SOULS UPON THIS EARTH THAT HAVE NEVER KNOWN HER. MANY SEASONS HAVE PASSED AND HER EYES ARE STILL SHUT. SHE IS HIDING BEHIND PAVEMENTS OF TAR AND CEMENT. SHE IS DRUGGED FROM THE SMELL OF BURNING RUBBER AND PLASTIC SCENTS. STYROFOAM HAS COMPROMISED HER HEALTH. THERE ARE SOULS UPON THIS EARTH THAT HAVE NEVER LAIN EYES UPON HER. I AM HERE TO TESTIFY,TO TELL ALL WHO LISTENS ,THAT I AM A POET-I CAME TO TELL YOU THINGS THAT ONLY POETS CAN TELL. THERE ARE SOULS THAT I ENNOBLE, WHILE LOOKING THROUGH MY EYES THEY CAN SEE THE DEEP WOODS,THE FLOWING FOUNTAINS,THROUGH MY EYES THEY CAN ENVISION THE FRAGRANCES OF A MILLION BLOSSOMS BOBBING , BOBBING TO THE CRICKET'S NIGHTLY SONG. I AM THE ARCHITECT REBUILDING THE WALLS OF TIME... DESPERATELY TRYING AM I, TO SING MY SONG-BEFORE MORE MORTALS DIE;TO SING MY SONG BEFORE MORE MORTALS DIE. THERE ARE SOULS UPON THIS EARTH.TI'S' SAD BUT VERY TRUE -WHO KNOW NOTHING OF LOVE AND BEAUTY. WE ALL MUST LIVE TO DIE,OR DIE WITHOUT EVER LIVING. WE STUMBLE AND SOMETIMES FALL HOWEVER WE HAVE THAT SOMETHING, THAT LOST SOULS NEVER SEEN. WE KNOW GRACE,AND MERCY, WE KNOW COMPASSION LOVE AND RESPECT,WE KNOW MOUNTAINS AND VALLEYS.WE ALSO KNOW BLUE SKIES WITHOUT CHEM TRAILS. WE KNOW PREYING MANTIS, WE KNOW BEETLES AND SNAILS.WE KNOW BREADFRUIT; AND WHY DANDELIONS AND MUSHROOMS GROW. WE KNOW WHERE BEAUTY SLEEPS SO WE TELL THE POETS TALE.WE SPEAK OF DAYS GONE,AND GENTLY AROUSE HER AS WE SPEAK. I AM NOT AN ARTIST OF SPOKEN WORD, NEITHER AM I A PROFIT I AM BUT A POET SHAKING BEAUTY GENTLY AWAKENING HER LONG, LONG NAP.... REMEMBERING WHEN INNOCENTS REIGNED AS KING. I DO NOT RECITE FOR MONEY NOR DO I SING FOR FAME........I ONLY REPORT WHAT MY HEART RECORDS AND LOOK FORWARD TO THE SPRING. I HAVE DANCED WITH THE HUMBLE,AND SHARED WISDOM WITH NOBLE QUEENS-MY EXCITEMENT OVERFLOWING BRINGS JOY TO OPEN EARS.LOVES FURY HAS ENTITLED ME TO SHIELD YOU FROM YOUR FEARS. MYSELF ,YES ME, I WHISPER SOFTLY AS NOT TO DISTURB HATE. GOD BLESS YOU ON YOUR JOURNEY. I CAN NO LONGER RUN INTERFERENCE ,OR SAVE YOU FROM FATES FABLES . YOU HAVE WHAT YOU NEED TO CARRY ON..AND I KNOW THAT YOU ARE ABLE. WHEN LOVE GAVE BIRTH TO POETRY ...I HAD A POETRY BABY..I HAD A POETRY BABY. By: Mama Oladeji Alrounqueen aka Acquah,: DEDICATED TO ALL MY POETRY BABIES/ WHO WRITE OR JUST LOVE...POETRY. Jan 7th 201 At birth I was stripped of my true self, I became a stranger to Allah,Man insisted us girls look alike think alike & walk alike. Only my odor and fingerprints set me apart. Dreams scripted and patented prayers recited. Behind this veil are two wide eyes forbidden to blink, behind this veil is the solution to many problems,but girls are not allowed to think. I cannot write this poem in my name. So I disguise myself in a spirited mist and mysteriously appear in a note. I have a mouth behind this veil... that never spoke!. I could be one of the chosen ones where money and privilege is a factor,That coupled with I achieved well in school and was allowed to become a doctor. Even my brilliance/and achievements were still hidden behind this wall that covers me,Even I must be silent or be shown no mercy. I am as meaningless as the rest.. just a mere female.I am not at exalted or reverenced. For my true glory will never shine. I am to humble to think of my self, but I am my sisters keeper, and I am concerned that we/they will be despised for think-ING.or escaping. Attempting to challenge just one UN-just act could be life ending. Behind these veils ,as I now speak in the plural , there are more like me, there are sweet faces,There are scientist stifled. Born into servitude through gender. locked away in black prisons with feet,we move mechanically through many lands...Unloved by our fathers,fathers ready to kill us at the drop of a feather. Our mothers you ask, where are our mothers, they are walking quietly behind the men walking following blindly with black veils covering there intuition. Composing themselves,trying hard to be faithful to Allah/God, and not cry for their daughters,trying hard to swallow and say prayers.Then after all the power has been taking away,to protect us from a look or a lustful glance.Yes we are protected from the admiration of any other human that might get a spark from our cheek bones.Or that could ignite any feeling or provoke any thoughts in men. We are so protected that we may as well say Its our fault that man is lustful, we live only to protect him from his thoughts ,must we breath the air,eat the same food,This is why caged animals are caged.Must we die if he rapes us,must we die if we love outside of our fences. Can we expect you to you to lock up your beast and set us free? Why lock up your baby and let the pit bull free. We live in walking cages, and we die behind veils.live behind veils and are punished for the crimes of guilty beast. We are not beast,we are not less, we are the givers of life, we are your reason for being. We are women, we are beautiful,we are intelligent,we have compassion,allow us our passion. Set us free and restore us to our rightful place. And lock up the beast,kill the real enemies of your mothers, sisters,wives and daughters.Release them/us from these walking cages..and detain the Beast. Yes Detain the Beast... Somebody wake up,Somebody; Wake up please! Is there not even one of you who will Speak.? Release us please, and set us free , for our time has been served. And under these veils lies the answers, solutions...waiting to be unleashed. Shadows on walls falling from the setting sun; Leaving behind dreams, of which I was the star. Who's gonna finish this dream: Who can complete this dream, this dream that captured my soul, when you left out I waited, I waited ....but you never returned. Who's going to continue to love me? Who will tell them, those lies were untrue? who will kiss me in the morning, now that I Don't have you? Shadows on walls talk to me , when the sun is rising, whispering... ever so gently that soon It will be alright. I am exhausted from forced smiling. I stand alone devoid of pain , And pain would feel so right, we never even had a chance, to have a lovers fight. YOUR dream was never to be dream t again, that's the dream I am in. Who will finish holding me; Who will say goodnight.? What happens to the love we shared when love has been forgot...one more day until Sunday, "Saturday or not"! The dream has ended abruptly: The dramas now unfolding. My Lovers gone...and only the The shadow knows the secrets he was holding. I stand alone devoid of pain, and pain would feel so right...Seven days we were married before they tore my love away. Tomorrow, for me now means nothing, even though it would have been Sunday, I want no more tomorrows. I don't even want Today ! I only wanted finish dreams. And to feed you from my loving pot : To live our dream accordingly .."Saturday or not"...! end poem When I was just a littlte girl I looked into my mothers eyes ,and ask with a serious look , "What is Love" Much to my mothers surprise I was only five, but she answered. Love is the feeling that you feel, when your feeling like you feel like you never felt before. When I became a teen I asked my Granny, What is the feeling you feel, when you're feeling like you never felt before.? She looked at me and sat me down, she asked again...What did you say? She then cut me a slice of her poundcake,added Ice cream and as I ate...she said Love taste better than this,and better than my greens,even better than my Mac and cheese. She said love is all this plus a feeling . What Kind Of feeling I asked; It's that feeling that you feel when your feeling like you never felt before ,plus my fried chicken.. Grandma said. Now a Young women I met a Guy, we became best friends, we took long walks holding hands. We jogged together, laughed alot and with each other shared stories and jokes .Oneday he kissed me and I felt an electric shock tingling through my bodies tissue.I felt the euphoria of grandmas poundcake. I looked at him and he looked at me; We were convinced that it had to be "That Feeling" Now a young women I went to my dad and asked "How did you know you were in love with mom" He looked at me and said..." Remember when you were small and I'd toss you up high in the air?" Rememer the Thrill of the free fall, remember excitment, remember the trust.? How secure you felt as you landed in my arms. Love is the excitement of the freefall into trusting arms that will catch you! And That feeling that you feel,that you,ve never felt before. Two days later My friend proposed. My heart fluttered as he kissed my lips; Fried Chicken, Pound cake ..thrills laughter and trust, laughter and love all at once. He gave me that feeling that mama spoke of. He gave me that feeling that grandma showe me; He gave me that feeling that daddy demonstrated. So when my children ask me "WHAT IS LOVE" I will tell them love is security and trust, love is poundcake and ice cream, love is Mac"N"Cheese, greens and corn bread. Love is a trustworthy Partner and friend . We lived happliy ever after until the end... He gave me the Thrill of that feeling.. ..He gave me love. the end SHE survived the ocean , and the wind,she put a simile on many faces. She survived The rain,She survived the earthquake and the tsunami,being tossed about on waves...swept away at sea ...and was returned back to her parents . "Who said girls aren't important"? Asians will respect this one. She is a symbol of what/and who is in charge ...must I , need I ...say more....No ,she has said it all when she washed ashore, and landed in the muck and the mire; Thru sheer desire,she willed her way home. Back into the arms that yielded her to the storms. She told the story of loves blessed grace; She tells the story of the human race,cries from a tiny face; He heard the cries of this baby girl : She made the hard heart-ed smile..She is my she-ro . I smiled inside as my hope grew...convincing me that I ...should hold on too.She is the symbol of Hope for all this world. That when your will and Gods will, join as one...He heard the cries of this baby girl,and through it all her will was done.! See she was safe in her mothers arms, when this tsunami put her in the way of harm.She weathered the storm and sounded the alarm...She liked it better in those loving arms. So she floated,and was tossed around and yet, she willed her way back,back, to a place where she could be found...Her tiny voice, was barely heard ,but her will was stronger than tsunamis and oceans. And her small, small voice was finally heard....She is a symbol of mans will and Gods love. She is my She-ro. Inspired my the nameless baby girl Swept out to sea, and returned to her parents loving arms again. Write a poem for her poets...she was only 4months old. Devine InterVention A collab with Briana Lucero and Vicki Acquah To see love In a grandmother's eyes, A child's eyes, love in friends and family Is to believe without doubt that hope continues, that love continues Through crumbling walls, Shaking foundations and broken spirits Without love, with out smiles It's just not right! Remember always There is someone that loves you! Even if it is only me! Spread the love as it is better shared! My energy is fueled and refueled From my precious stream. All my grandchildren,wonderful beings, Gyasi,Sarah,Dakaria,Seynebou' ,and Sincere. I hold on to them too, If not for them my life in vain. Grandmas heart continues to beat... As long as I can hold on to you! I questioned my existence before you came And with clear messages written out so plain Your birth each one, gave my life it's worth. My life cycle now has been complete, Triumphing every defeat with five divine interventions Where there is love shared and nurtured There is love passed to the next generation. Love should continue to grow Through the branches That are a part of our soul Like your grandchildren And my daughter Nasaya And anyone else We can share it with! We are holding on to The children They ARE Our Divine interventions. Without THEM Our life would be Too sad to mention The under 30 crowd needs to check the over 40 crowd, what kind of mess are they leaving these struggling young folks in...Still teaching them that Materialism, Hedonism and Egoism, is the order of the day ,never taking up the cause. " "Yeah Party over here"."shake your booty", spend your money on Gucci, and do not forget to blame the youth. Tell them lies about being good, tell them go to college and go to church.Then you will get a good job, and you wont be beat down, or go to one of those new prisons they are building for you. You teach them to Ignore facts,and speak only opinions,opinions like. "remember boys and girls...all authorities are not all bad" I remember even as a burn victim,in the middle of my pain: I remember the fireman pushing up on me. I felt so vulnerable, I couldn't even talk..memories of that,overrides the pain. The point is they take advantage of the vulnerable so why mention the few that might be good, causing guards to go down. Like they did with the pedophile priest and the people never rose up. Pretending things were normal kept children in harms way,basically no one wanted to leave their comfort zone. How many hangings and killings, abuse of authority will the masses contend with before the truth is owned ? Younger ones watching the Older ones passing down those Step and Fetch -it...messages ; Cowards, blaming the youth.When they should be asking them for forgiveness for dropping the ball. But instead they drop opinions,ignoring facts... and blame the youth for acting, like they act. This generation is left out in the cold. Trying to survive a new war with outdated ammunition. This is to my young people...I love you...I will never give up on you; But do not amuse yourself to death .Find your serious side,In serious times....take care of your business and then have fun! This environment is friendly. Organize survival groups... learn to ignore the losers. Use your Wisdom And intuition.Pay attention to details... and know your enemy. Do not react to buzz words...know what " Buzz words" are.! We shall talk later on that ! ...Oh ..Never ever disrespect the givers of life.. your MOTHERS SISTERS OR YOUR WIVES...Even if she's the worse woman you have ever seen. Never rape,or delight in others pulling trains.Take your rightful place. As leaders, remember, most of your road was paved by slaves. Slaves who could barely read if they could read at all! Not much has changed knowledge was even lost! You need to know how to plant and grow. Entrepreneurship is what you need to know. OK ok ! we shall talk later. love. love love...No ego, no hedonism,no materialism. Remember do not "humor yourself to death". Love Mama. 
Aint no mileage on my Gage, so forget my age. I do what I do because I want to, you cant play me,so don't play wit me. If I give you a inch don't try to take a mile. Our romance is May-December, I have forgotten more than you could ever remember. With my knowledge/and your prowess we can make a good team,if your willing to learn some things. First, with my knowledge you can never compete under the sheets. My universe is still in tact moist and damp. So this is how we shall begin, I am taking you back to BOOT CAMP! Remember a man gives out and a woman takes in, The secrets in becoming a virgin again. Start with a little teasing,never abuse in the guise of pleasing. If you do you will have to get up off me. Only in time can you have your way with me ; And never will you be allowed to wreck me,your job is to love and protect me. Open your mind to understand my body, find out what I like and do not subject me, to your immature philosophy, trying to damage me. You do not own this,its on loan this... I control this.. cause it's mine. You are 30 and I am 60 . No knees to chin, even back then when I was 20. No gymnastics or contortions while I am under you: Use your tool correctly that's all you will need to do, so you get your grind on, and I'll handle mine. You've been playing cowboy,riding on some ponies ,but you bout to mount A thorough bred filly,and if you dig your heels in to hard I will buck you off BUCK BUCK,bye. You'll be sitting on the ground, looking real silly, really you got to know how to ride this filly. Buck Buck,now while you sitting on the ground, looking all around you look really silly, Climb back on come back inside the saddle, get your trot on , now move into gallop. Do not race, until I tell you to. If you feel something tight that would be the clamp,clamping down on that meat. My muscle reflex is strong , my knowledge is superior, the games that work on the youth to my standards are inferior, So while you busy trying to show me what you know, I see your inexperience, These silly gooses you been doing have had bad experiences, they got more mileage on that pee hole than a cross country race driver: Then here come simple Simone wanna be there personal tuna diver. So you see when you move on.. your dirty dick moves with ya. That's why I am trying to save your life I am really trying to school ya. Teaching you will be my job before some body fools ya. That's why These young ones been running on empty,trying to give away that little raggedy coochie, She didn't use plastic when they gave it to Poochie. See I wont let your ignorance turn my womb into a tomb,That's why I am old with my stuff in tact, its warm its damp. Cant let no brite beginner soil me...so for my protection I gotta send you to back to BOOT CAMP. My pleasure place is precious,it could never done ,It's a womb not a tomb and still sweet and sexy. Splish splash you ain't taking no bath.{ in gibberish }and this vagina ain't no pool,so don't dive in like a fool. check that thang out , before you back that thang up. buck buck . Take time with it,smell it before you lick it,girls if he moving to fast,buck buck,get him off you ,This is what I learned from the old prostitutes , they could work all night and sleep all day, and never get sick or stretched out of shape. Men and women alike need to know, the secrets of the Old hoe's..Old prostitutes, most die rich, with their pom pom tight ,because they treated that money maker right. From I was young I learned from them,The old prostitutes had knowledge astute,and still died cute. They hold the secrets to preserving that pussy They know the herbs to use ,to make it smell right and keep it tight. So..call me a re-virgin,a solid institution, no merging. Those young dumb ones who you want to do, before you do ,them teach um a thang or two, teach um about herbs, hot sit baths and herbal duchess .Men tell these girls " Do not let anyone damage you",pushing your knees all up in eyes, using your body like a booby prize, then they go tell the boyz an laff." Man I was all up in that Azz." So you see before you get with me you must be re -educated, cause what I allow you to do,will affect the next one too.So teach these girls about purging .... And never let anyone stick it , before you check it Never let anyone do you who don't uphold the check test,who don't respect the virgin, who don't want to get the message, The art of sex is handed down from on the job knowledge. This is an Art you cannot learn in College. Get with the Goddesses of old. use your crystal,learn so you can teach...The art of pussy preserving,become a technician -of this you are deserving.So you can teach the young ones who not to go behind,to stop slinging around their behinds; Let them realize if the keep slinging, that Pom, Pom gonna be stinging, because a young boy who done hit it and quit it,was on the down low, then he decided to switch back to the pee hole. So you do her and she and you both now have the booty hole blues. I gotta snapping turtle name myrtle and she's still biting because I grab the head, skin it back and do the duck butter test. No test ,no sex, don't care if your vexed. How can I enjoy it if I gotta worry bout my health.So take my class and become a technician then teach the course,on pom pom saving.I will give you a certificate/or a diploma/If you want to be sexually free, you have to know more than humping. you gotta know more than grinding and bumping. First you need to know the know the NAME of this game, the players done changed and the rules ain't the same.Here is the score.. 2 out of four."You see me (REPEAtX3)me no easy, I am the sexual healer,the philosophy dropper. if you play with pussy you will get burned. back to me and you now, you wann do me before your lesson is learned, You wanna fuck me but you just got fucked, Buck buck...you out a luck, you didn't take the course but you wanna drive my Porsche' You can protect our love ,better if you treat this puzzy right.We can live peaceful without ever a fight.Its clean moist and damp,without the antics, gonna drop this knowledge before dropping my panties.In the mean time ..I am sending you back to boot camp. ad lib,... u aint ready fa dis...see wat I am saying .u better quit playing ..be careful. cause as soon as you ready, I might break you off something. | AuthorPoetry by Vicki Acquah/Mama ArchivesApril 2012 Categories
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