Dance With Me All Night

I may groove by myself from a distance

I get a rise, when you hit the floor, for instance

Watch the way you gyrate your hips

I imagine close, like kiss lips

Trying to figure how I can be smooth

in my approach, sweet as a tooth

I take little steps into personal space

If we could just brush our clothing together, face

Touch and embrace in form of a hug

 Hold you dear to me, as we cut a rug

Lost in the moment and perfume

Your sexiness and moves I presume

Of course, I’m on it, you back up that booty

Ain’t gonna hurt nobody, I’m not scared

Yeah, I’m gonna think what it is with us naked

Still in awe, I passed the stage of rejection

Now, you work on me, one hell of an erection

More you dip low, I wanna dip it low

Break a sweat, we grind fast and slow

A different rhythm means a new beat

 I’m doing best, not to stomp your gorgeous feet

It becomes intense, we lock hands and fingers

to the fine tunes of rappers and singers

We go at it, song after song

I desire wee hours to last long

Might get frustrated, if we have to break

Don’t wanna disappear and you’re with another man

He didn’t discover you, a treasure in strobe lights

I wouldn’t stand to see you make his night

I fondle and twirl you, all around, tight

I’m not mad or much the jealous type

Not my girl, but you give me some kinda hype

Upon a time, it was called getting my freak on

After a party, I got mine is what I speak on

No numbers, at least I copped feels

Pretty women in dresses, leggings, jeans, or heels

Halter tops, sight for sore eyes, bodies slammin’

I’m jamming, wish inside of you, I’m jammin’

Nonstop, bounce up and down your breasts to legs

Baby, I only request a dance, don’t have me beg

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I Dream of Dr. King II: National Nightmare

If the world ended, today

All we’re told, be humble and pray

Youth is expiring, in unrest they lay

Injustice wins, no penalties to pay

Racism still alive, but we shall overcome

From outcries of murder, do we run

Dr. King, how long does one remain silent

when your approach to this was nonviolent

Spyware on devices, Sprint, T-Mobile, Motorola

New technology, gone from Cancer, AIDS to Ebola

We search for fallen foreign planes of the sky

Same ones we teach terrorists how to fly

Give funds and rescue an overseas country

In mine, I’m treated and hunted as a bounty

Dr. King, if only you saw how they did Trayvon Martin

Left the Black community’s hearts hardened

The same happened in a Missouri town

Gunned down was teenager, Michael Brown

It’s called Ferguson of looting and purging

Many businesses to homes were burning

You said, riots are language of the unspoken

against a system not meant to protect us, broken

Can’t forget about Oscar Grant

Fruitvale Station, a New Year’s rant

When we think the madness can’t go no farther

‘I CAN’T BREATHE’, last words of Eric Garner

As a kid, I played with toy guns

but not for Tamir Rice to be shot in fun

Lord, what have we done

Keep being taken away, until we’re none

Invitation by members to join KKK

They must feel Blacks are stupid, no fucking way

Arson crosses as their grills

A barbecue, picnic (pick a nigger) for our kills

Before my time, but I won’t forget

Years, they hid behind sheets and pillow case sets

Think they did something, attending a NAACP meeting

while my skin color is dying with bleeding

Choked to death, put on gurney, like we’re breathing

Shoot us dead, cuff us, as if we’re leaving

The only power we have is vote and protests

When can we strap up in bullet proof vests

Bring crooked law makers and enforcers to test

Without a judge, grand jury, or an arrest

Be their equalizer, Black lives matter

even on camera…

The dream will not shatter

Uplift this stigma

Minorities are the latter

Solve the enigma

Racist chit-chatter

Black men used as target practice for the scare

Waking up to step out my door is a nightmare

To each other, we’re punk ass, bitch niggas

until one of us pull a trigger

If we come forward as witnesses

We disrespected the streets and are snitches

Not supposed to say Black on Black crime

in police brutality time

If so hard, draw your weapons at them

or suit up for war in Afghanistan

Some other nationalities recognize us

Our own women despise us

We’re thugs and abusers in prisons across nation

Harassing, drugging, and charged with rape allegations

Gay, unemployed, no nice guys

Bad partners to fathers without child support to buy

New bitches, broke, weak…we still get The Apology

It’s always said, look at history

Jim Crow, Willie Lynch, and Slavery

Then, maybe we’ll have unity

As people, we’ll never be equal

So much evil to be peaceful

A cruel society, I see

God Almighty, I am NOT free

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Aunt Ree

I didn’t know where I was going

If it’s a state or residence

When I began to remember

All I wanted to do was go to Virginia

Dad, are we going to Virginia

My favorite family and so much fun

We do everything under the sun

It’ll start at Aunt Ree’s house

Celebrations, reunions, and cookouts

To this day, your home is always my hotel

As a child, I’ll run the little steps to a bowl of cereal

or to your good breakfast cooking smell

The Christmases I brought down my toys

to share with my first, favorite woman cousin, Joye

Yes, I was bad and bit her on the butt

You wanted to tear my hind pots up

Just leave it to my mother

because I was becoming a brother

Aunt Ree, you named my only sibling, Shante Marie

Trips we took to Florida’s Disney World

It was you, me, Meme, and Aunt Jerl

I have a bond with Robbin, you see

He taught me how to play Super Mario Bros. 3

Good ole days of entertainment and Nintendo in the den

I’m excited from different company walking in

It could be Aunt Frances, Skookie, Ivan, Fee, Kita, and Gwen

Aunt Margie, MC, Derrick, Boo-Boo, Sylvia, T, Jevon, Keke

Uncle Bob, Raynor, or of the family, a friend

I’m older and I can talk to you about life

How I wanted to settle down, have children… wife

Backfired, you said, I just wanna be treated right

Let me learn from mistakes, it’s my plight

These times has come to past

January 4, 2015, is when I saw you, last

We were happy to see each other for the New Year

Few days later, I break down and shed tears

Received call from cousin David, you passed away

I was like, look man, don’t play

He wasn’t, I packed a bag and came right away

I’m gonna miss your great warm spirit, jokes, and smile

Wash your hands, have you eaten anything, where’s little Al

Now, I’m saying what happened, where’s my favorite aunt

I know, as I haven’t seen him in a while

  Say hello for me to Uncle Hunt

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Balance... An Introductory Poem from Scales of a Libra's Affection

When you deposit feelings, what’s the balance 
Accounts of love are always a challenge 
To budget levels of trust in a special individual 
Respect, communication to connection spiritual 
Compatibility and chemistry for the cause 
Press forward with happiness, without much pause 
Attraction is quite twisted from its laws 
Perfectly, we’re supposed to accept those of flaws 
Realizing anytime, we can really get hurt 
The mate for your soul, you don’t want to desert 
Relationships can come with infidelity, rumors and lies 
Reversed emotions, broken hearts to cries 
Do we work it out, after many tries
Do we split contact and say our goodbyes 
We’re left to get over the pain
Sometimes, all alone through snow and rain 
Wasted years, you have ideas for a fresh start 
Getting to know a new person is one hell of an art 
This ache in a breast can’t be fixed by nurse or teacher 
Whether or not, in the zodiac, you’re a firm believer 
So much is in store for the sexy diva  
Talora Jameson, scales of a Libra

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Chapter 12: Running from Venus... An Excerpt from Scales of a Libra's Affection

“Yes! This is Ms. Jameson.”  I answered to an elderly woman’s request for me. 

          “Hi, there!  This is Mrs. Slade, the assistant principal at Payne Elementary.  We really dislike bothering our students’ parents, as we know they can be busy at work.  I must inform you, that your son, Marcus has been disruptive in class.  His teacher had to talk to him on more than one occasion."

I was definitely upset.  "Is he with you now, Mrs. Slade?"

"Yes, Marcus is here. Please, hold!"

"Hello!" Marcus sounded like, he was crying.

"Boy, what is the matter with you?!"

"I don't know, Mom."

"You don't know? Do I need to come up there and embarrass you in front of your classmates to find out?"

"No." Marcus was sniffling.

"When the teacher tells you to do something or is talking, you do it and pay attention. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Let this be the last phone call I get."

"Ms. Jameson, I do have Mr. Simms on the line, just in case I couldn't reach you."

"Hey, Talora!"

"Hello, Drew!"

"Let me speak to him." Drew said.  Then, the line went completely silence.

I'm not sure, what was discussed between Drew and Marcus.  But, I didn't have any more problems from him, for the rest of the school year.  I don't know why he was misbehaving with only three months left, until the summer, before starting second grade.  When it seemed I had one of the vital men in my life on track, the other would fall off.  It couldn't be blamed all on the new technology. 

Black Planet was one of the first social networking sites ever.  Then, came along Myspace, created by a guy named Tom.  A person can design own profile and make it look like a website.  I customized me a page to network, as I was now merging into modeling.  I made Drew one, which I had access to his account and could check it anytime I want.  That's when I found notes by various women, sent to him and this one in particular: 

Candygirl84

Hey, baby!  You stay on my mind, all the time.  I want u every time, I see u.  You really don't know what you have done to me.  Are you gonna get rid of that other broad you're with, Terrain or whatever her name is?  I'm trying to wait and I don't know how long I can.  I have needs and must keep my kitty-cat satisfied.  Let me know, if you got what it takes to cum play with a real lady, Drew.  XOXO

That night, I printed the message from my computer; I tore it into as many big pieces as I could, and stuffed them into my purse.  I got dressed to head to club, Legend.  The VIP section, I already knew where Drew was, as he kept it reserved.  Soon as I entered, Drew had two heifers laid up on him.  One must have known who I was, which she quickly got off of him, as she saw me.  'Make It Rain' by Terror Squad rapper, Fat Joe featuring Lil' Wayne, must have been on my mind.  That's exactly what I did, throwing the trash in Drew's face from my pocketbook.

"Who are these bitches, you got, sending you love letters and shit on Myspace, behind my back?"

Drew took his arm from around the other chick. "Why you busting in here like this? What the fuck is the matter, Talo?"

"I'm sick of you lying.  I had seen what Candygirl84 wrote you."

"Candygirl84 is me and I advise you to back off, now." The broad, last to be on Drew, said. 

"I advise you to shut the fuck up. You don't know who you're fucking with." That was my comeback.

Blows between me and her were thrown.  Little drink tables toppled over.  The sound of broken glass grew louder.  There was pulling of hair. I made sure; I had my pocketbook clutched close to me, just in case it was going to go down.  Then, I felt Drew yank me by my waist and someone else got a hold of Candygirl84.  Everyone was stunned to see me react the way I did.  Not, Dre's Talo?  It was definitely a rude awakening.  I done had it up to here. 

"Get your goddamn hands off me!" I scratched Drew's hands as hard as I could.  He turned me a loose.  Afterward, I stormed out of Legend, with him to follow.

"Have you lost your mind?  That shit was uncalled for!" Drew scolded.

"Don't say nothing, you punk ass liar!  I'm tired of you embarrassing me, like this." Tears started to roll down my face.

"If you would let me just -"

"Give me the extra key to my place.  I don't wanna continue to see you."

"All right, since it's like that." Drew hurried to take it off his keychain and threw it to the ground, hitting my foot. 

"Just like I thought you were gonna do."

I picked up the key and left Drew where he stood.  He didn't even attempt to come after me.  I was done and hurting so bad.  I felt it coming one day; I'll be fighting over a man. If these broads really want him, they can have him. 
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