With much respect to the artists, Thanks for the words of wisdom, love and history
Gentle
As gentle as I could be
For your body I long to see
Just the touch of your hands
I’d bow at your command
So sexy and so sweet
I look up at you from your feet
What do you ask of me?
For I am your man
The one! The strong!
With me no wrong
I love this feeling
The feeling of you
For your love and lust
I myself will try to do Anything!
As gentle as you need
I’m there in time speed
No breaks or interruption
I love this type of corruption
You and I in a tangle
I just love this here time
You open your heart
And I open your mind
To things, unknown
I love this feeling you’ve thrown
To this man, this king
I need you my queen
Love me and be unique
I love from head to feet
And this love can’t prevent
Any new positions we invent
Persuade me to change
And we do it with ease
I stand here with you
So very eager to please
By Karl Ray
Brotha, Do You Know Who I am?
Brotha, Do You Know Who I am?
The tilt of my head, the curl of my mouth and
the roll of my hips, told you from pre-historic times
up until now: I am your, sista divine.
No other woman can see you and through you
like these, piercing coals, of soul searching eyes,
only me, because I am your, sista divine.
I talk the talk, without saying a word.
You look, cringe, then break into a smile
realizing I am your sista, your sista divine.
Often tempted to abort your natural heritage
can you belie the sweet smell, warm taste,
and want of your sacred temple of dark red wine,
lusciously, I am your, sista divine.
I put the pep in your step,
the itch in your jock,
wisdom in your senses,
and capitol "F" in your fine
who am I you say:
I am your, sista divine.
So if you find your self in a place so dark
that even you can't see your own light in the room,
remember granny's apron, mother's bossom, auntie's shoulder
and your Black lover,
WE are your Sistas,
Your Sistas Divine
Baina Hazika
As I sit here exploring the five stages of my mind
I start to ask myself
Why are we so far behind
You see
I know it’s God’s prophesy
That we’re meant to be free
But there’s disunity among us
And it’s us we don’t trust
So as I traveled a little deeper
To see what I could find
Exploring those five stages of my mind
I asked myself
What must we as a people do
How do we make ourselves brand new
To get rid of these beast like ways
To find God within and give him praise
Then the answer hit me
So clear and divine
I’m on the right path
I’m Exploring My Mind
By Kareem
This Was Born On : January 28, 1998
"My Seed"
This is my seed
for it I grieve
for it's need to be freed
from this land of greed
and from the hand
of the other man
who fails to understand
how this battle began
this thing called racism
new world hateism
it's not about colored faces
but jealousy of cultural praises
tribal traces
of inherited places
but like stolen bases
they've all but erased
what took place
everything that tells anything
about my seed
By: Trust Me
"Two of Me?"
First there was me, then there were two.
Two of me, how can it be?
Only, it's not really two, just two of a kind
Half of me is you, whole being you and I.
Never thought I would live the day
When I could truly hear myself say,
I like being whole with two,
When the second half of two is you.
By: Chrystal R. Bright
Beautiful African Queen
My beautiful African queen
you are truly a treasure to behold
your beauty shines like the sun
your story has yet to be told
for many have tried to explain
the endurance of your pride
as they struggle to understand
all of the courage you possess inside
you have survived many years
from the days when they called you a slave
you have shown them the meaning of life
with all of the constant sacrifices you made
you have raised someone else’s children
with barely enough time for your own
but somehow you found the strength
to provide your children a safe home
as you worked the cotton fields
you managed to keep a smile
you are the voice of inspiration
the hope for every black child
for you are the light of tomorrow
and from you our children will learn
to keep their heads held high
what they say about you is not of concern
your example will forever be seen
and last for eternity
for you are more than a mere slave
your spirit is wild and free
to my beautiful African queen
your courage cannot be measured
for your beauty remains a mystery
and your determination your biggest treasure
Written By: Gerald Mckenzie
March 30, 1999
Will you allow me to compose
Let me write a ballad
Slow soft and sweet
Full of caring tender love
Your body,
My instrument o f choice,
I Shall play with the greatest of skill
Can I play you as I would a piano,
My fingers shall dance and tickle
As I finger all the right keys...yielding
Melodious tunes of pleasure and ecstasy
Can I, as if playing the sax,
Use my tongue to moisten you
Tones, high and low,
Shall be a constant in this groove
Can I play your body as I would a bass,
Caressing your stings gently...
Generating low moans of satisfaction
That rise from deep within
With a beat and a drive most
Hypnotic, I'd like to play your body
A love song you get lost in
All I want to know is...
Can I....
© S.E.F. 1997
