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The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Too Much

I don't require much. A little affection. Some good conversation. A bunch of great sex and a peaceful balance. Reciprocity and some understanding. Is that too much?

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On The Beach

Me, a bottle of tequila, & my thoughts. Watching the waves move so fluently. How calming to have the a blend of orange, yellow and red infused rays setting on a pomegranate & light blue sky. Staring into the ocean that stretch for miles beyond the eyes view, I relax. I let my thoughts run wild and my emotions soar. Toes wiggling in the sand I smile. I smile just because. No man brought this smile to my face. No amount of money placed the smile upon my face. Alone I sip tequila & think. I think about how I terribly miss my daddy. It's been almost 9 years and I still can barely cope some days. Here come the tears. Cascading down my face with rapid speed. A whirlwind of emotions stir inside of me. Anguish & sorrow. Happiness for the good times that we shared. Damn a sip. I take a gulp & I'm calm again. Back to wiggling my toes & playing in the sand. The warmth of the sun slowly dies & is replaced by the cool breeze of the water. Those vivacious rays fading to darkness. The coolness of the night's air sends chills over my entire body. Yet the tequila has blanketed my feeling. I wonder if he still thinks of me. Does he still love me? Where is he? My gosh! What if he's in jail? I should have listened to him all those years ago. I'd probably still be in love. The mistakes we make not listening to our hearts. Another sip of the bottle is like the shake of an Etch-A-Sketch. My thoughts continue on their race to the finishline. They just take a different route. How could a mother treat her child in such a way? I don't comprehsend. Oh no. my words are slurring in my mind. Good thing I'm not talking to anyone or they'd know that I was tipsy. I dig my toes deeper into the sand and notice that all of the beaches patrons have taken their leave. I was alone anyway so it doesn't really bother me. That selfish bitch! Sorry ass excuse for a mother, if you ask me. I resents the alcoholic mother, the absentee mother, the get on welfare & collect child support yet the child looks like a starving Nigerian child mother. The mother who is busy chasing men instead of being a mother, mother. The get high mother. The I don't see what the big deal is, mama. I can't stand none of you inconsiderate, selfish, irresponsible bitches. I can you bitches because you ain't shit. My gaze so fixed on the crashing waves calms the furious beast within me. Two more sips. No I think I'm drunk. Why? Why was I left alone with him? How could he do such a vile thing. Why didn't someone save me? How come my mommy didn't know? I thought mothers knew everything. "Ouch! That hurts!" "Damn you so tight girl" "Please, stop it!" "I'm the doctor. Don't you want to play?" Aaahhhhhh! Stop it! Get off of me you sick bastard! Don't touch her ponytails you fuckin creep! My head spins from the episode. Tears flowing like Niagra falls. I can't catch my breath & now I'm heaving. Weezing like I have asthma. I can't stand you! Stay out of my dreams! I scream & then it all goes black........


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"To Let love die should be a crime. For life without love is life itself" -U.Taplin

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Sexin In The Rain

Laying in my bed girl
It's about to storm
(I hear the)
I hear the sound of the rain against my window pane
(I whisper in your ear)
I whisper in your ear girl
Ooh you feel so warm(feel so warm)
Let's leave this bed and make love Outside in the rain
(I wanna make love rain)
Let's do something different
Girl tell me that your ready
The forecast said it's cloudy
It's raining kind of heavy
I can make your flood come
Only if you let me
I got my rain coat on baby


Let's go sexing in the rain, rain, yea
(rain, rain, yeeaa)
Let's go sexing in the rain, rain, rain
(Let's gooo, Let's gooo)
I wanna feel you in and out
Girl it's your body
(It's you body baby)
And I'm drowning in your love Baby you got me
(I'm drowning)
Got your body soaking wet
Girl you so sexy (sexy)
I wanna do something different
Let's go sexing in the rain


(song by Sammie)

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Forgive Him

Sitting on the side of the tub. I realized something major. I actually shed a tear at my revelation. I have to forgive him. I can't move on until I do.


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Nikki

 Watch "Def Poetry Jam - Dante Basco - Nikki'" on YouTube This is one of my favorite poems. He is talented.

4:08 a.m.

It's 5:08 in the morning. With his back to me, my live, is sound asleep. At first, I stare off into the darkness of my domain. I think to myself how good it feels for him to be beside me right now instead of in the streets. I quickly say a silent prayer thanking God for keeping my baby safe & home with me. Thankful, I embrace my sweetheart. I wrap my arm around him from behind and nestle my head on the pillow he already occupied. He grabs my hand & gives it a long kiss. I hug him tighter. Smiling, I begin to plant soft & sensual kisses on his neck, shoulders, & back. He feels so warm, my love. The tip of my tongue slowly begins to make small hearts of his warming flesh. Up the right side of his neck. He let out a slibht mixture between a grunt and a moan. Shifting a tad bit I knew what was about to come next. I slid closer as if I could go anywhere else. We might as well have been Siamese twins. I love to caress his broad shoulders & muscular arms. His rock hard abs instantly made me creamy. I adore the finely sculpted body that I lay next to. He guided my hands to his love below. Concrete flesh awaited my tiny hands soft touch. To please him was to please me. Stroking him slowly with french manicured hands excited him. If I didn't know any better I would have thought he grew an inch or so. He rolled over onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I sat straight up and looked into his eyes. Eyes that I forever lost my train of thought in. The same eyes that I fell in love with so many years ago. The warm soothing feeling that I got from those deep brown eyes was enough to let me know that he was mine & I was his. I leaned down to give him a kiss and his lips eagerly met mine. His tongue slipped past my teeth & explored my mouth. I was lost in the moment. My love slipped his hand under my live drenched panties. My creamy goodness swallowed his fingers as he slipped two inside of my love cave & probbed for my g-spot. I gyrated my hips in a circular motion while he tickled my insides. He pulled out his digits and began to suckle my juices. I leaned in to savor my flavor as well. He slowly pushed me upward as he slid down. I climbed his torso and made his face my seat. He instantly went to work on my pussy. He licked my lips as if it were a delicacy. Taking his time. Savoring all of the flavor. I moaned out as I rubbed my hardened nipples. Though enjoying the feeling I wanted to have a litte fun. Spinning around while he still nibbled on my kitty I got into the sixty-nine position. Playfully, I licked the head. I kissed up & down before I really didmy thing. It was like the calm before the storm. He smacked my ass to let me know that he was ready to fight the storm. In one motion I slide his whole member into my mouth. I could tell by he way his dick jumped in my throat that he wasn't prepared for that. I wasn't always up for this. He taught me just how he liked it. How not to use my teeth. The works. Now, I can do it better than that bitch superhead. Bet my love would stay faithful in a room full of hoes. I did my thing on his pole until I felt his legs tighten up. Getting up, I seductively removed the soaking wet panties that still covered my ass. Next followed my bra. I touched my hot spot as I did a little dance for him. Pole aerobics definitely came in handy. I danced all the way down to the one I cherished & kissed mim deeply. Our tongues intertwined as if they were doing their own dance. I slowly slid down onto him. I inhaled deeply & appliedthe breathing exercises that I learned in class. I moved slowly adjusting to his size. It felt good. Real good. Up & down I went. Picking up the pace as I made my own rhythm. Baby, matched my rhythm. We moved as if we were in a tornado. This is what happens when love & anarchy clash. Total blissful chaos. He rubbed my engorged love button as I bounced up & down like a mad woman in a badded room. I felt a tingle in my spine & knew what was coming next. Me. I found that spot & took over rubbing my own pearl. He palmed my ass & thrusted upward. The look in those eyes said it all. Faster & faster. I felt a surge shoot from my toes to the top of my head. "Ooooh, Baby, I'm.....cooomiiiiiin" We had reached our peak. Still shaking from my pleasure quake. I collasped onto his chest. He kised my forehead and gently caressed my back. I dozed off in the arms of the love of my life...... Good morning.

Middle Fingers

Fuck you. Fuck you. Muthafuck you. Hey, you. No not you. You in the hat. Yeah, fuck you too. *flips middle finger*. & all of you can kiss my ass.!

To Be Petite

For a long time I thought that I was ugly. I wad a frail little thing growing up. Always the shortest & always the skinniest. Then in the fifth grade I was forced to get eyeglasses. So now I'm this short, skinny girl with glasses who no one knows because I changed schools a lot. Bummer. I got into middle school and felt completely out of place. By then I had tons of friends. Everyone in my fifth grade culminating class went to the same middle school just about. I was pretty popular but my main girls were thicker than me. They were taller. Had fuller breast & butts. Then there was I. The stick of the group. The skinny jokes never stopped. Even at home they continued. Teased & taunted by my older siblings I got mad. I was actually beyond mad. I was raging with fury. Sometimes I cried. They called me "skinny minnie" "anorexic" "walking sticks". The names followed me all the way into high school. For some reason, in high school I wasn't as insecure. It bothered me but not as much as when I was younger. One of my classmates, may his soul rest in peace, said to me "You are cute to be so damn skinny. Do you eat?" It was the rudest compliment I'd ever gotten. I thought to myself that beauty came in all sizes. From then on I didn't worry about what anyone had to say. I was a nice lookin young woman. I was blessed enough to not have horrible acne like some of my friends. I was fairly cute. Guys tried to get at me. At the time, my long-time boyfriend, told me something I'd never forget. "Babe, Don't worry about being thick. You don't need extra weight to be considered pretty or beautiful. I love your petite frame and I think you should too." He was right. Though, the taunting and jokes still continue, it doesn't bother me. Thank you Anthony Fontain & Kenneth L. Carter. :-*

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