Sunday, February 22, 2009
Burdened
are heels
On small hands
caresses to the aching souls and bodies
peek-a-boo in laugh line spaces
near pupils where almost four score of hardship
has been meshed into less than two.
a friendless society
points in her face
and pokes her back
her prideful black back that doesn't bend
and dark eyes remain dry.
She...
is strong
She...
is love
She....
is hurt
She
is almost home
and to the arms of
a strong black man
where
and in those arms
she weeps.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Another piece I did at open mic last week...yes I'm posting late because I was too lazy! lol but here goes.
I LOVE YOU
Can't nobody love you like I can
from the tip of your head
to the bottom of your toes
baby I know
and you know that
I love you
With skin that melts in your mouth
and not in your hand
it doesn't need a tan
but if you do,
the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
so I ain mad, I'm just a fool who's
crazy in love with your
midnight eyes that
compliment your immortal tongue
that lick shards of my shattered soul
upon the ears of everyone
that listens saying
I love you
So I pay homage to you
and your mind blowing curves
that slip and glide
into fluffy thighs that
make me...
drool when I'm so captivated
by your crooked grin
and every other beautiful imperfection
that should be a sin
every time I say
I love you
Your personality never ceases to make me laugh
in the bathroom, on the bus stop
or on my way to class
I'm ever conscious of you
and what others think
but i just don't care
what, when or who's there...
I will say
I love you
I love you
I love Me.

~That Mackey Girl~
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Mental Slavery
Held down by invisible hands
On warm sparkling shores
Until we ignore the thoughts
that like sweat, trickle
down our backs
And sink into
Cracks that
Sting
Like
HELL!
Seducing caresses
Wonder over
Our mind made body
against our will
And take us over and over
Until they’ve had their fill
No not again we haven’t taken our pill
We cry in whisper instead of a shrill
Beaten and bloodied
Please?!
We are the brain
Not openly for sale
But already bought
and
Bonded together by
Steel instead of
Original thought
So
Who ?
What?
Where when and why?
Are just mind bound questions?
Questions we never see answered
Because we are to scared
to ask
so we let them
Stifle our creativity
Limit our mental mobility
Yet we raise our gun fingers
To the songs of the all
Mighty and righteous
Bob Marley
Before we emancipate
Our selves from this
Seemingly unbreakable
Mental slavery.
~That Mackey Girl~
Sunday, February 1, 2009

I really don't know whats crawled up in me lately guys.....another poem comin at ya! But its so not like me...ugh...or is it?? ;-)
You Got Me
Averted are my eyes
desperately trying to get lost
in the shadows of my mind
not willing to be caught
captive
enmeshed
entangled
in midnight colored irises
that render me helpless
looking up
looking down
finally brain shutting down
into total darkness
until
the deep melodic song
of your voice
rises and falls
then dissolves
the walls I built
to nothing but rubble
I'm in trouble
as you make a request
I got it
on the double
as I am
back in the bubble
called you.
air is scarce
Wrapped tight
but still breathing you in
can't fight
nothings ever wrong.
With you, I'm alright.
Needing some
hooked on phonics
doubting my intelligence
because no matter what
I can't seem to read you.
Walking into the room
oblivious
you are
no need to say hello
one look and
before I know it
hook...
line....
and sinker.....
you got me....
and you didn't even know it.
~That Mackey Girl~




