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Just Believing

6/17/2018

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He put His finger on my soul
And called me by a different name
Then welcomed me home
Because, He said, I believed.

He told me His Son Jesus
Would call me sister mine
And a member of His temple I would be.
Of myself I was not
For to Him I belonged
Because, He said, I believed.

He created me from Love
And shed Blood to set me free
Then gave me Heaven
Because I believed.

What must I do, I asked my Father
To live my life with You
To show the world that forever
I am Yours?
What works should I work
Or miracles perform
So that those who see me
Are seeing You?

Child, He began, when will you understand
The love that you give
I gave to you.
In my house you’ll help your sister
And lend what your brother needs.
Whoever calls I promise
You will be there.
Don’t you know when I welcomed you
You took on all I AM
That before you asked you received?
I do not need your reasons
To give My gifts to you
I gave because you believed.
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Why It’s You

6/17/2018

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You see me.
That's what makes it so easy
This falling for you.
You look into what makes me ugly
And call me beautiful.
You laugh at just the right time
Because you find me amusing.
You enjoy me.
My attitude, my bossiness,
My tough side, my sexiness.
You look at me and smile
As if everything you see
All that I appear to be
All that I am
Is all right with you.
You look at me
Past my fortress strong outside
To my soft-for-you center.
You ease past all my barriers
With just a sweet smile
Because you look at me
And you see ME
A woman of worth
And honor and beauty
And humor and sensuality.
You see me
Past my anger at you
Past my quick-tempered words
Until you look at me
And say just the right words
To make my mad at you
Turn into a hunger for your voice,
Your smile, your touch.
You look at me
And you see ME
And the way you see me
Makes me feel as if
Finally
I've met someone
Who accepts
The less than perfect
But always striving
Daring woman, hopeful child
That makes me, ME.
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he got me

6/17/2018

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he got me. Again
talkin smooth words and sweet nothins
whisperin bout all what makes him different.
He be a real man
Commitment-bound, forever-sound
In the type of love he like to give.
He lookin for a woman
Just. Like. Me.
Independent. Outspoken. Confident.
Cause I'm past-written
But future-defined.
Oh wait and I mustn't forget
Can I get a ring size, he says
And I, foolishly, let my heart trip
Just a little.
Yeah, I got all caught up in thinking
Is he the one?
Please, God, let him be the one.
Oh, he was the one all right,
Lyin bastard.
He turn out to be
Just. Like. Them.
Men who made—I'd never—promises.
I'd never leave you, hurt you,
Be like the rest.
I'd never promises filled with nothin but lies
Singin songs like
Why women act like all men the same
Cause see, I'm different, he says.
Yeah, he mighta walked in different
But his ass looked real familiar when he left.
I'll admit.
he got me. Real. Good.
Reminding me that even the smartest woman
Can be played a fool.
Again.
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a woman’s lot

6/17/2018

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when I tole dat man, I'se pregnant
he run so fast, he fly
he say, he wudn't comin' back
tole me good luck and good-bye

so then I says Betty,
what should I do?
that so-called friend uh mine says
Johnny done been here too.

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Wager

6/17/2018

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White man say,

Boy, the worlds a-changing
we got blacks in white schools
we got black men serving justice
black women changing rules.

On the bus, you sit in the front
go to the counter for your chow
you can even share our sidewalk
why, things're much better now.

We've stopped raping black women
for our pleasure and our sport.
We even shake your hand
and let you testify in court.

We took you out of cotton fields
gave you decent work to do.
We even let you vote for us
to rule America for you.

We gave you money, gave you homes
even fed your family.
We done right by you, boy
We treat you properly.

We ruled against the lynchings
even protected you from fools
who sought to beat and batter you
for simply going to school.

We financed your poets
and heard the black men play
even heard the ladies sing
and listened to you pray.

All these things we did for you
and you talk of blacks in jail;
you call it white conspiracy
against the dying black male.

You tell me that on TV
all you see is blacks on drugs
blacks with guns, committing crimes
and lying in their blood.

You talk about your people
being arrested for being black
all because the land was white
on the other side of the tracks.

You go on about watchful eyes
that follow you in the store,
wonder about your money source
then eye you out the door.

You like to blame the white man
only looking at the bad
but he gave you freedom, rights, your life
he gave you all you have.

What say you boy now that you know
what the white man gave
you should be glad he took you
from that savage African cave.

The black boy sat and thought awhile
about now, being free
and said, all these you say you gave
but who took them from me?
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