Hey Family, I have been out getting ready for this poetry event my apologies poems coming soon. Also, will be getting ready to do one on the 6th work with me stay with me Pray with me Amen Keep dropping those poems or should I say flex with them

Wild Flame We were never soft. Even in our tenderness, there was edge. You loved like a wildfire — beautiful, consuming, impossible to hold without being marked. And I matched you. That was our mistake. Two strong spirits do not bow easily. They challenge. They provoke. They burn. Arguments between us were never small. They cracked open rooms. Voices raised. Silences weaponized. Apologies delayed out of pride. But even in anger, the attraction never left. You would look at me mid-argument with that same hunger that first pulled me in. And I hated how quickly fire could turn into desire. We did not know how to be calm. We only knew how to feel deeply. And deep feeling — without discipline — becomes destruction. Still… I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss the heat

Color Is The Name They Gave Me I fall, I rise, I stand I was born with a name, but Color is the name that they gave me. Color is the name they gave me, but not the one I answer to. I answer to the weight of my own worth, the truth of my own steps, the power of my own becoming. I am more than what you see, I am what I rise to be. My Color is history, Yes- But it is also a memory The battle that had to be fought with fire As my ancestor fights alongside me. You can hear the heartache through the rumble. Who walked through the storms that were louder than an earthquake with their heads unbowed. Changed leg to leg. arm to arm. neck to neck The abuse and neglect with no regret. Color was the name they gave me while pigment became Imprisonment Not brown Not cream Not tan Not light-skinned But BLAK Niggar Negra As if we were the Color of the bottom of their shoes. While letting the Color of my skin be the reason their eyes define me. So, Color was the name they gave me. Spitting at me with their foul mouths I knew the devel was near. Boy, they just thought I was something to fear before I ever opened my mouth. They decided who I was at a glance. With lazy minds, lazy eyes, lazy lies. Too quick to judge, slow to learn. They would build stories off my Color, before they took the time to learn. But you have had your time with my Color, for way too long. I come back with vengeance, for I am strong They say if you stand for anything, you shall fall for it all. So I break this cycle of manipulation the one y'all would call hesitation. I rise to my reputation, the one you built off my Color. I fight with the same fire in my eyes that you chose to use to kill my Color. I fight with power, I fight with God. Didnt you introduce him to me just Remember, he was of my kind. How dare you think I would continue to bow down to you. Did you not understand my roots? Not understanding the meaning of being human Just because we are different colors does not, mean we all can't be the same.

Stronger Than Silence I do not fear quiet anymore. I no longer measure my worth by who stays or who leaves. My strength is not in being desired. It is in knowing myself. I speak when necessary. I walk away when needed. I stay when it aligns. I am not hardened. I am refined. Fire did not destroy me. Silence did not erase me. Love did not define me. I define me. And that — is louder than anything I ever endured quietly.

Reflection — The Unseen Beginning The most powerful emotions rarely announce themselves. They grow in the background. In repetition. In comfort. In familiarity. By the time you realize you’ve fallen, you’ve already been descending for a while. I didn’t notice it at first. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t happening. It just means my heart was braver than I was.