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Honoring My Roots, Nappy or Knots

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When I look between my parts

I’m reminded of my grandmother

Grays springing forth

Defying the pull of my dark browns

Snapping away from braided blondes

My grandmother was strong

with bent oak tree limbs

From years of bending over

for others.

When I trace a finger between my parts

Moisture coats my crown

like Mommie’s

Sweating from her scalp

Scalding hot flashes

Burning without warning

Inside out

Aggressive enough to rearrange her style,

Mommie was

A royal woman

Carrying secret sorrows

Living in quiet courage.

When I touch my roots

Nappy or knots

I honor my heritage

I respect the struggles

And I pray for strength.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Short Story in Progress (Twitches and Throbs)

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Good morning, sexy. Hope you had a restful sleep and that your dreams awakened you to the presence of me. Eyes open, heart racing, and that perfect dick in its hardest state of waiting. Knowing that if you close your eyes and release your mind, every inch of you becomes mine. Again.

My little note for Franco would surprise him when he started his day. Franco always began his mornings at his desk with a newspaper, coffee or tea, and CNN on the television. This morning, he would have one more thing to think about. Last night.

I captured Franco in his sleep. Both of us were tired.  Long days, busy schedules, and little time to breathe. I encouraged him to go to bed early even though he invited me over after dinner. Spending an evening with him was always beautiful, but watching him sleep was bliss. Something about the softness that settled upon his face, and the quiet that hid behind each breath. Strength and power live in his core, but Franco’s innocent tenderness becomes my weakness.

A few hours after he had succumbed to deep slumber, I snuggled closer to him, inhaling his sleep scents. Gentle musk blended with fresh linen. I felt tension travel from my thighs to my stomach. My quiet hand moved from his calf to his inner thigh where it waited, while my eyes fixated on the snuggled lump that would grow into fully extended pleasure. As soon as my hand grazed the flap of his shorts to rest on his chest, I saw it twitch.

Dick twitches make my clit throb.

Wounded Woman

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peaceful scene

Healing begins

on my naked

spiritual wounds

with a tenuous band-aid

and unwavering faith

that I am whole again.

Knowing even the smallest peel

of the plastic

around the pain

can unleash volcanic

soul eruptions

turmoil

tension

misdirected blame.

But the woman responds

not the little girl

to claim wholeness

wellness

strength

and watch faith

place a permanent seal

over spiritual scars

that sometimes

bleed silently.

 

She Will Shine

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Every glance
every smirk
she read
from his face.
Every insult
every chastisement
she bore
into her core.
He knew not the pain he birthed
in the angel child he claimed
he cherished.
She sought his approval
his attention
his unconditional love.
He spat advice
tainted by drunken sermons
while his own damaged child inside
cried behind feigned strength.
He never knew 
how to give
how to live
how to grow
as a man.
But one day 
she will shine
in spite of his shame
and his eyes will close
by force
while his heart opens
by chance
and his soul departs
by design.
Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 3