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As an author who has been molested I often talk about what has happened to me; sometimes I get feedback, and sometimes I dont. But, I find that a lot of women will say I can't get that mighty o with a man based on what happened. Men, what about Yall do you get that feeling after being molested or raped; that it takes the same sex to get you off. Regardless, I have a tale that will make everyone wonder wheter it is based on facts or fiction:http://bradleyspublishingcompany.webs.com/apps/webstore/products/show/3065918 .
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Like A Phoenix
Like a Phoenix…
I rise
In spite of what was planned
As my demise
In spite of my circumstances
No matter the delays
I will rise from these ashes
Come what may
You may plot and you may plan
But what you forgot was….
That my life and destiny
Are ultimately in God’s hands
You see….
From the foundation of the earth
Even before my very own birth
He knew the plans he had for me
He even knew
That this day would come
That I would have my very own Judas
Who would betray me
So, even though today, I may feel a little weak
As death, hell, and confusion surround
No evil will I fear
For You, My Comforter, are always around
So, instead, I choose to rejoice
Knowing that the table is being spread
And an invitation to my enemies
Has been pinned and mailed
No expense shall be spared
And their eyes will be a glare
As we together shall feast and dine
And, in my victory moment, I will shine
And, Like a Phoenix…..I Rise!
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Murad
Ain’t this some shit right here. This mutha’ fucka gotta be out his rabbit-assed mind, fucking calling after the shit that just went down. Shady ass mutha' fucka probably looking for some damn sympathy about his eye knowing damn well Nube soft-hearted and not gonna just blow him off, since he supposed to be so injured and all. Sheeeiit…this nigga don’t know… his ass got off light. Damn…let me exhale I thought as I turned and clutched the railing on the balcony. Let me stop and get myself together and think this thing out. We just talked about this in the truck on the way home…Trey is not a threat to me as far as she’s concerned. Yeah and I believe her…he not a threat…but he certainly is a fucking aggravation. I’m saying come on…shit is over…accept that and move the fuck on. I mean, I can understand the grief over his loss, cause Nube is a fucking jewel, but sorry son…your ignorance on the value of rare gems is not my problem. In fact your ignorance is my blessing.
I made a point to check my watch and noted that 2.5 minutes had passed and noticed that she’d taken a seat on the bed, still very much in deep conversation. She did seem like she was annoyed herself and that right there kind of took it in another direction. I’m saying…that’s my fucking lady right there, and I don’t take kindly to nobody wearing on her nerves. But…she asked me to give her 5 and I’m gonna give her that cause she asked. I stood out on the balcony letting the time wind down before I returned inside and silently motioned to my wrist letting her know that time was up. She held up one finger in a motion to say 1 more minute. Yeah right…picture that…nigga on the phone blocking on my fucking time no less. The agreement was 5…and 5 only. I came over and sat next to her on the bed and leaned over and kissed her. She continued talking and so I kissed her again, then proceeded down her neck. I reached over and grabbed her legs from under her positioning her on her back as she continued to talk, “Trey…that is so not how I remember things at all. You know that you used to …”
I took a deep breath, exhaled and continued on with what I was doing…like I said this, my fucking time right here. I continued to kiss her softly on her neck and unbuttoned her blouse as I proceeded to make my way down towards them peaks and valleys I’d envisioned earlier. Bingo…she had on a bra that had the closure in the front and I unsnapped it and released the restraints. I touched gently, slowly then kissed gently…slowly. Her breathing began to change and she began to lose focus on the words of the conversation.
“Trey…uhm…well…no…but then again…” I smiled inside as I continued to utilize my time and took the right nipple in my mouth. Her body jerked upward and she feebly raised her finger again as if to say…please…just 1 minute.
“Trey…listen…I really was…I mean really…in the middle of something…important. What…no…how you gonna take it there. I was not the one who constantly had distractions…you was the one….”
Okay…whatever he talking done recaptured her attention so I need to get this back to where it needs to be. Opportunity was definitely on my side today as she had on an elastic waist gypsy skirt that I slowly rolled down as I kissed licked and nibbled her abdomen. Once I got to the hipline, I scooped up the panties with the skirt and rolled away the whole kit and caboodle. She raised her eyebrows at me, yet continued to talk.
“Trey…going back and forth on events in the past is so irrelevant to today. You just need to…”
With me freeing up the southern hemisphere, I reached down to lick and kiss her knees. She jumped a little, then tensed up. Oh no…we can’t have that. I know just what to do to get her to relax. I let my tongue do a slow dance behind her knees, than brought it back around to her inner thighs. I kissed slowly, purposefully and accurately as her broken conversation informed me of my progress.
“Trey…okay…well just let me…uhm…well you…I’m trynna….”
Look like this nigga got a hard time understanding she got shit to do. Guess I’m gonna have to help his ass out. I licked and kissed the inner thighs, teasing and nibbling, my tongue making its way slowly up to the treasure building the momentum along the way.
She tried to get a grip and excuse herself on the phone with, “I’ve…really…got to go…Trey…”
He could have gotten his ass off the phone or she could have hung up…but since they didn’t…wasn’t gonna let them continue to impede on my time. I reached my destination and took my first swipe to which she let go an unmistakable moan. I took my second, my third, and my fourth swipe to which she flat out moaned in 3-D. I paused for a minute then went in deep for the nibble and nips to which she completely submitted herself with the all-out moans and calling my name. As her arms flailed to her side removing the phone from her ear, I reached up and took the cell phone from her hand. As I licked, sucked and teased her into the moans that I like to hear, I brought the cell phone right on down front and center to all the action and began to deliver some of my best work in sensor-round. I made sure to include all the special effects of the wet gushes of slurping, sucking, licking, splashing and the whole nine, all the while her intense moans served as the backdrop.
Once I knew that the full effect had been established, I paused, put the phone to my ear and said, “Yo Money…she busy.”
I rose up slid the phone closed and tossed it onto the dresser. I proceeded to lose my attire as she lay on the bed looking up at me like “how could you?” So I looked back down at her with my own look that said, “you had ya 5…this my time.” And now that we got that all out the way, I reached under her to cup them sweet checks, slid ole’ boy up inside of her and proceeded to knock that shit down …like there was no tomorrow.
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Little Black Girl
Little Black Girl
Do not let anyone stop you.
If we can have a black first lady “Michelle Obama”
Then trust me, you can do anything.
Never think that you are less
Then any other race on this earth
You are stronger then they want you to think
If “Rosa Parks” could sit on a bus and not
move during one of the most racist times in
history then, then trust me you can achieve anything
If “Queen Latifah” can be a spokeswoman for Covergirl
Then trust me, there’s nothing you cannot succeed in.
The first is step is never ever giving up.
Success should never be measured by your skin,
But the true gifts that are within.
If at a “Beyonce” concert you can find all nationalities
Singing and jumping, then trust me you can succeed.
It’s the fight in you passed down from centuries
For you to achieve, all I’m asking you is to believe
In yourself even if everyone else doesn’t believe.
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The Rebel
So, you say.
There goes another rebel without a cause
Who knows his heart or soul, his direction or goals.
His rules, morals or laws.
Where you stopped asking questions
and began looking for answers is where his journey began.
He fear is to hesitate, stumble or falter, for he may never find his motivation,
drive or desire to fight again.
So, you say,
There’s another rebel without societies structure, education or molding.
Who knows what he may possess, his awareness or values he clings to,
the internal being that is unfolding.
The need for developing self, a path, a guide.
The need to exist in a world that resists believing,
“We can live peacefully side by side.”
So, you say,
There’s a rebel without an open mind, seeing through closed eyes.
Who has walked in his shoes, lived within his wall,
reached with him for his stars in the sky.
Understand, those who now rebel
live through the political decisions, torments and hell.
Hearing the false promises of change
and after all these years of struggle the living is the same.
Understand their willingness to die,
to fight not knowing why.
Targeting the poor, the rich, the young and old, touching each race.
Crime, poverty and disease, has no set time, no set place.
So you say,
There goes a rebel without a cause.
We refuse to understand his need for our approval, acceptance or applause.
We recognize his contributions are negative solutions.
Through our fears, and through his faults;
he becomes a part of our penal institutions
Hear the rebels cry, we are all dying inside….
We have lost our people, lost our dreams, it’s a dying civilization.
Their fight is our fight to save this nation.
Copyright Nanette Buchanan 2010
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A REAL WOMAN
A Real woman keeps it real
She will let you know politely how she feels
This woman don't have time for games
She will escort you out the same door you came
A real woman shows up ready to fulfill her role
She's determined to reach her goal
This woman has dignity & class
She allows foolishness to pass
A real woman knows who she is
It's reflected in her walk, her talk, & the way she lives
This woman head is held high
She walks in confidence in each stride
A real woman is not conceded she exuberates confidence within
Labels don't define her she starts her own fashion trend
This woman thinks not only of herself but places others in her plan
She's always ready to lend a helping hand
A real woman don't run during difficult times
She prays & have faith that everything will be just fine
This woman possess a special & unique quality
It's apparent for all to see
A REAL WOMAN
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What is Black?
Black is the color of gloom and eternal suffering representing heart ache and pain. Black represents a veil that hangs over a cloud representing a misty darkness. Black is the color that you see when you’re unable to see the light. When you are in search of reaching paradise complete darkness that exist deep down in the pit of your soul a representation of all of the dark things that you could never let go. Black is also the color that submerges the beautiful blue skies when darkness falls. Black is bold confident and stands alone it will fade out anything that is a reminder of what we call dull. Black represents the opposite of light and is an indication of strength dominating anything that appears to be a threat. Black is the color that we see when were under attack. Black can appear to be strong and weak at the same time. How we determine it depends on our state of mind black is a color that has many faces but only one hue. Black is a representation of all the many emotions that you carry inside of you rather it appears to be dark or beautiful at the end of the day Black is always one spectrum.
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Is it in the way that I walk
or in the way that I move
that’s got you trippin
trying to steal my groove
Is it in the movement of my hips
as I sashay into a room
that makes the brothas sweat
and start to swoon
Is it in the dress that I wear
that hugs my curves and shows my physique
that makes you paranoid but sometimes oh so meek
Is it in the thickness of my lips
or the broadness of my nose
that makes you soon forget
I am as gentle to touch as a rose
Is it in my complexion
Caramel, vanilla, dark chocolate brown
that makes you chose Asian or white and put me down
Is it in the pride I exude
when I quote Malcolm X
reminiscing on all brothas slain
and wondering “who’s next?”
Is it in my Angela Davis afro
or my Maya Angelou tone
as I verbalize images of strength and pride
visions like a movie shown
Is it in the dialect I speak
proper English or ebonics
that’s got you agitated and confused
because I’m so well rounded
Is it in my existence
because I am young, gifted and black
get over your insecurities
if you can’t handle me step back
I am Strong
I am a Black Woman
I am Free
I am me
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THE KID
Look at the kid. What
did ever do wrong
except to be staring in
the face of adversity???
Only to be in
a place filled with
heavy uncertainty.
The kid looks for
a way out of the
hood for he understands
having an good
education can point him
in the right direction towards
a perfect life.
What do you
see in the kid???
Gaze into his
eyes. There’ll be
days he doesn’t cry
or how he’ll get by.
The kid soon
realizes all is tough
as the rough afternoon
dwindles the kid
keeps his head up.
The kid takes bold
steps nobody hold
his hand. The kid
makes it to the promise
land.
During his tribulations,
during his frustrations,
the kid become weak
he keep on marching forward
and not backward.
Who is the kid???
The kid has perfect
might. He never loses
sight of what life may
bring him.
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The Neighbors We Should Be
It was a quiet Thursday in September,
When hurricane Isabel came rushing by.
Her wind was strong and gusty, as trees began to fly.
So many were without power and food began to spoil.
We asked ourselves how we managed without even a kerosene lamp of oil.
Some even lost everything that was so dear.
But God was in control, and there was no need to fear.
Many lives have been changed, and there is a reason to pause, to stop and think how important we are to each other one and all.
We had to come together and help out where we could.
Sometimes it takes a period of crisis for man to realize the importance of brotherhood.
God destroyed material things and helped us to see,
A pot of coffee, an extension cord, and the removal of a tree, made us the neighbors we should be.