My Peaceful Life is Coming – A Poem of Rest

My peaceful life is coming
It shall be delivered soon
Package complete with sugar sunsets
And cinnamon sighs on a full moon
 
My serenity is en route to my door
I’ll sign for it with open arms
They left out the chaotic accessories
But included conversations with charm
 
My hushed and peaceful sonnet
Is a bonus to my set
Fully equipped with books of wisdom
Trimmed with passion, textured scarlet
 
My peaceful life is coming
The Great Exhale Deluxe
I’m greeted and guided by enlightened minds
And I am stronger to share and trust
 
My quiet happiness is on schedule
As promised by my Lord
My heart simply needs to be home to receive it
On the day of my Reward.
 
“In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.” John 14:2

An Issues Queen without a Crown

Sistah, Sistah,

I’m sure that choice to blow him up over text

Was wise -Now you checkin your phone every three seconds

Addicted to little red light

To see if he said something back

Man, I wish you was that

Ready when the boss books and church service

Come calling, for your attention

Instead, you battle ready for this dude, to get the last word in

You rah-rah righteous bandwagon on the feminists

Programmed to complain ‘bout how these men cant keep up

Excuse me, single lady, 2 checks from going broke,

You’re a statistic with nice make-up

Who u think u’re preaching to

With all the regret that you carry?

Remember, you took the ring off

And tried to learn me

you’re proudly divorced

doesn’t mean you were married

Rather be young, warm and hopeful than experienced, bitter and cold

Sistah sistah, now u stressing

Your issues gettin’ old

Because even your wild and ugly friends are spoken for

Whats the problem?

Clothes, a car, a job – you been a lady and  a whore

Aren’t you the whole package but no one’s trying to lock it down?

Must be them, can’t be you

An issues queen without a crown

Sistah sistah

Yea I get it

Theres always something wrong with them out there

Babydaddy’s got too much and single men know too little

None of them can keep up with your riddles

You go to work and vent your worth

Complaining omg on ur facebook

Post a picture with ur titties out

Talking ‘bout u got a “new look”

Get the kids in some these fotos

They make it look wholesome

That’s all right, it’s the new online you

Even ho’s deserve redemption

Sistah sistah

Been two hours and this good-for-nothing dude

Is not responding to your tantrum

And your pride wont say im sorry

Psshh, he triflin’

he  two seconds from getg deleted

It’s whatever, he aint sh@@ but

You didn’t really mean it.

So the next time you start puffin up, heated

rough temper Static texting on this dude

talking about, ” I don’t need him”

I can be ur friend or be real:

Sistah Sistah, yes you do.