Baby Momma

Did I miss the Baby Momma Memo?
That said despite having a non-committed, deadbeat, non-existent, and proud on one day on the sixth month of the year child’s father is a badge though?
Even if he was a MD, PHD, had a Masters, Bachelors, Diploma, or an on the road to success entrepreneurial GED;
You let his hand slide over what’s already halfway off because “It Seems Like You’re Ready” with his sweet tooth, you just gave him the cookie.
He showed you caution and warning signs, but you stayed on his bus and kept driving his way.
Even “The boy A.I. had more in Carmen” than you and he in common, thinking, “Shorty swing my way, You sure look good to me, Now would you please swing my way, shorty swing my way.”
We live in a Microwave Society where a home cooked stove and oven made dinner is now frozen and microwaved.
You never set the boundaries, so he set his microwave on high thinking, “You gon’ get this work”, for the fastest time he can put in work, get you heated, and enjoy with a smile on his face while he skeet skeet “To the window, to the wall” like a game you got played.
If you took the time to do your research, you would have found out previous comments said, he was a tough pill to swallow, and the good looking commercial façade had fine legal print you ignored and nine months later you now assume all responsibility for…
I’m with you.  He is a whore.
What does that say about you?  He defined your worth with shopping bags from labeled stores.
You ever heard him talk about his Father?  You ever heard him talk to his Mother?
Has he ever spoken of a previous relationship that lasted longer than your Facebook Chat and he trusted her?
Oh, then he was a great salesman and a liar.
He got the commission, left you with a two person, only one signed contract that you can’t get out of because one of the parties can’t be found.
Let’s not give you a round of applause, not because of one slight lapse in judgment, but because you didn't learn the first go round.

It’s not all your fault, but the solution does lie with you.
A woman who prays dictates she is not the prey; let that man get his hands dirty trying to prove he is worthy for you.
You’re not his teacher, don’t promote him if he is not ready.
If he is a “child” then leave him behind, no Bush.  Take it back.  Let him fight for you like Zach and Slater over Kelly.
We know you’re his child’s Mother, but we only know how to pass judgment on your past reluctance when you wear on your chest, the fact that you gave the first gift, what should have been the third, after the ring and his name to an unworthy, unequally yoked other.

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MAYA

Jazz notes mimick a percussionist as she sings;
Teasing the air to take flight, her litetary words opened the caged, to soar beyond her dreams.
Revolutionist, modern day abolitionist.
Aiming a poetic cannon at illiterate minds to target ambiguous ignorance.
Unfathomable abilities generations adored.
Her words glide across the theatrical stage set by rhythmic body movements to  a score.
Planted her Roots in Georgia, Georgia frozen on 8 mm scenes;
Down by the Delta is where she captured history across the white screen.
Tireless and parched from life drawing from her fountain; yet she still tried.
A Prize from God. She finally had that Drink of Water before she died.

Rest In Peace Marguerite Annie Johnson

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Eve's Bayou

Eve was created in God’s perfection.
Torn by her imperfections, she struggles to follow His will in succession.
Deceived by an insatiable yearn for the truth,
Ignited a burning fire that consumed her youth.
By the sway in her waist attention strays her way.
Long legged appendages push her scent of a woman throughout the day.
Compelling to be foretelling with her mouth to cut deep, but
Instead words of affirmation she massaged in the head for another to keep.
Know more intimately, while in search for her Adam, she continues to face opposition.
Lustful eyes unclothe her winding shape to mentally reveal parts constricted.
She plays in to their fantasy, being addicted by what’s not, she is afflicted.
Temporary gratification paved a defined path due to incompatibility.
Knew less than exceptional should have been less than acceptable, but
She leaned on her own understanding, unable to see past a façade, yet still saw the mercy
Of God

Blessed with a physical youth.
Midnight hair straight with an aromatic fragrance that’s intoxicatingly sweet like vermouth.
The gift and the curse. Her bronzed satin skin shows no struggle.
Hands tell of no strife; one to assume an easy life, with no storms to muddle.
Of the experiences, they’ve shaped her mind and body.
Now her waters are slow moving, anabranched and un-choppy.
An infectious flirtatious laugh. She tries to cover up bleached-like white teeth.
Humorous chills through her body, unable to hide arousing sensitivity underneath her sheath.
Personality is warming.
Amidst a personal storm it is calming.
And a smile like a trance, spell binding in a sense, it’s enamoring.

Eve of His perfection is the day God will complete his blessing.
Two halves of one whole that their union will be impressing.
The source of life, she will be the strength for her Adam.
A ray of light in his darkness.
For Earth she was created to support.
Brace when he stumbles; lift up before he falls short.
She was a work in progress, unfinished work unforeseen.
A request prayed and answered long before a dream; she was
Created from a Potter for her King to be his equal as his Queen.

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Faith vs Intuition

As a Christian, we are called to have faith in God.  Unfortunately, as rational-minded homo sapiens we tend to “Put one and two together.”  The danger within putting one and two together is that it sometimes may not equal to three.  I know that may not make sense, but let’s see what faith and intuition is, and how they relate to each other.

“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”  Hebrews 11:1 (Dake, 2012)

Faith is used in the New Testament (NT) by way of the Greek word pistis.  Although pistis’ roots come from Greek mythology, it was always used in the NT regarding “faith in God or Christ, or things spiritual.” (Thomas Nelson, 1999)  Pistis was the personification of good faith, trust and reliability.  With much of Greek mythology having a Roman equivalent, Pistis was no exception with Fides. (Wikipedia Foundation, Inc., 2013)  You may have heard the phrase “bona fides”, which is Latin and means good faith; absence of fraud or deceit; the state of being exactly as claims or appearances indicate. (Dictionary.com)  If something or someone is stated to be bona fide, one could immediately associate a level of trust in that particular thing or person.

Similar to faith, which one relies on God, there is intuition, but one relies on a self-determined reasoning. 

intuition: noun
: a natural ability or power that makes it possible to know something without any proof or evidence : a feeling that guides a person to act a certain way without fully understanding why

                : something that is known or understood without proof or evidence

(Merriam-Webster, 2014)

Constructivism is a paradigm in psychology that characterizes learning as a process of actively constructing knowledge.  Individuals create meaning for themselves or make sense of new information by selecting, organizing, and integrating information with other knowledge, often in the content of social interactions.  Constructivism can occur in two ways: individual and social.  Individual constructivism is when a person constructs knowledge through cognitive processes of their own experiences rather than by memorializing facts provided by others.  Social constructivism is when individuals construct knowledge through an interaction between the knowledge they bring to a situation and social or cultural exchanges within that content. (Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia, 2014)  According to Juan Balbi in his Post-rationalist developments Article, constructivists therapists believe the mind is conceived as a passive system that gathers its contents from its environment and, through the act of knowing, produces a copy of the order of reality. (Balbi, 208) 

Essentially, the mind does not come to a conclusion without a basis of reasoning.  In order for the mind to conclude, it has to be able to tap into information individual or socially experienced.  Once the information is able to be tapped, it has to be able to be organized and integrated with other knowledge to make sense of new information.  As previously stated, intuition relies on a self-determined reasoning, which is based on feeling.  Feeling, in psychology, is the perception of events within the body, closely related to emotion. (Britannica)  To rely on intuition is to rely on the feeling, which is affected by the actively constructed knowledge the mind has integrated. 

The same logic can be applied to the phrase, “A women’s intuition.”  I dislike the phrase because it denotes the fact that everyone capable of cognitive thinking has intuition.  It also denotes that the mind is tapping into knowledge experienced combined other knowledge, and make it seem like one has an uncanny power. 

Sorry as I digressed, but intuition being similar to faith, relies on the known as well as the unknown.  God requires us to have faith in that He is exactly who He says He is, and will do exactly what He says He will do.  The part that many of us have a hard time with is not knowing how and when God will do what He has already promised.  When we stop trying to rationalize who, what, where, when, and how about God, we will experience everything manifested as they should, at the perfect time. 

“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.”  Probers 3:5 (Dake, 2012)  Who or what will you believe in?  Will you have faith in God, or rely on your own intuition?  How can we believe in God, but not trust in Him?  It’s like telling God, “I believe you can do anything, but I don’t trust you will do it.”  The widow, who chose to abandon the preparation of the last meal for herself and her son, to feed Elijah thought twice about giving this man she had never met the last of her resources.  I Kings 17:8-24  (Dake, 2012)  It wasn’t until after Elijah stated, “For thus saith the Lord God of Israel, The barrel of meal shall not waste, neither shall the cruse of oil fail, until the day that the Lord sendeth rain upon the earth,” and later cried unto God, “I pray thee, let this child’s soul come into him again,” did the widow say, “Now by this I know that thou art a man of God, and that the word of the Lord in thy mouth is truth.”  The widow did not know how, where, or when God would do as Elijah said, but she had faith.  She did not rely on intuition, which told her to prepare for the last meal she and her son would eat.  She did what she was told in spite of wanting to do otherwise.  Instead of eating one last meal, the widow and her son, along with Elijah, was able to eat for many more days until it rained.  The significance of the rain is due to a 3 ½ year drought.  As you can imagine, without rain, there is no vegetation, animals cannot eat, and it continues all the way to the top of the food chain. 

Try to imagine what God will provide when we rely on faith and not intuition?  We are only required to have faith the size of a mustard seed to do the impossible. Matthew 17:20; Luke 17:6

Works Cited

Balbi, J. (208). Dialogues in Philosophy, Mental and Neuro Sciences. Retrieved March 4, 2014, from crossingdialogues.com: http://www.crossingdialogues.com/Ms-A08-01-6.pdf

Britannica, E. (n.d.). feeling. Retrieved March 4, 2014, from britannica.com: http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/203754/feeling

Dake, F. J. (2012). The Dake Annotated Referenced Bible: King James Version. Lawrenceville: Dake Publishing.

Dictionary.com. (n.d.). fides. Retrieved March 4, 2014, from Dictionary.com: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Fides

Merriam-Webster. (2014). intuition. Retrieved March 4, 2014, from m-w.com: http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/intuition

Thomas Nelson. (1999). Strong's Concise Concordance & Vine's Concise Dictionary of the Bible. Nashville: Thomas Nelson.

Wikipedia Foundation, Inc. (2013, April 7). Pistis. Retrieved March 4, 2014, from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pistis

Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. (2014, March 1). Construct. Retrieved March 4, 2014, from Developmental Psychology: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Developmental_psychology

How Much Is Enough?

I’m waiting, but you refuse to do as your told.
You’ve got it easy, gas in your car, food on your plate, and a warm house when its cold.
Despite of, I continue to Bless you.
That night you woke up coughing, the Devil tried to take you.
I breathed into your lungs.  I claimed you.
You need a little bit of struggle to appreciate what you have.
Tests failed each day with the answers instilled, maybe you need half.
I give you so you can give too.
Read my Word, you bless others, I bless you, it’s true!
A job and everything you need.  I sustain your life.
But your focused on a lifestyle, how to get it. What’s your price?

I would quit my job for the right price.
A lotto ticket away, I could change my life.
Trying to save one dollar from every hundred I made got my mind racing.
Back and forth, trying to achieve something different, I’m pacing.
Willing to risk it all.
Flip, re-up, flip, re-up again, and quit right before the fall.
It’s the easy way out, but you see, “The way my bank account is setup…”
I’m tired of paying 2% of my income to overdrafts and minimum balance fees, I’m fed up!
Home brought lunch, some see it as a perk.
A necessity when I have enough gas just to go to and from work.
Red lights I idle in neutral, trying not to burn too much gas.
Trying to ignore the outside rattling of change in a plastic cup of the man that walked passed.
I’m going to act like I don’t see him.
Reach for something in my car.  
At the end of the day, he’s going to get in his car, I don’t believe him.
One million dollars is all I need to stop my strife.

Twenty-five cents made last hour and I have a red light coming in seven more seconds.  
I’ll have enough for a cup of coffee from an angel sent from Heavens.
God-sent, he can lessen the presence of the wind on my cup wielding hands.
White car, blue-collar value, black man in designer brands, he’s got to give me a chance.
Shake my cup louder, but he might have music playing.
Eye contact.  Shifting weight from one foot to the other, he saw me swaying.
He’s reaching, he might have something.  Anything.
I just need enough to keep me warm.  Not even to eat.
My mouth haven’t touched food in three days on these streets.
Stomach touching my back.  One more day on these feet.  I can’t change a thing!
Come on brother, you know the struggle, I got 5 more seconds with this light.
I know you see me.  Thick white exhale in this wind, I’m just trying to end this fight.
It’s all good, I see you trying to ignore me shaking my cup.  
That quarter tank of gas you have is my worth!  I would if I could, but I’m stuck!
May God continue to Bless you.
Ease your heart brother.  Pass no judgment, this can happen too.
Just like you, I used to want a million dollars;
But now all I need is one dollar.

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The Day I ran into William Washington III

I had a conversation with a man of my Senior.
Coffee with one milk complexion, he reached out to shake my hand.
Familiar in features, but he was shorter in stature and his mass was leaner.
Blue collar abbrassions on his palms, his attire was white collar, and his greeting was warmer than high noon on beach sand.

He said, "I'm proud of the man you've become."
"Who does he think I am?", I thought.
Visual imagery, I tapped recalled memory, with my temporal lobe banging like a brass drum.
Grin on his face, confusion on mine, short term and long term memories collide while my mind is being imprisoned by one moment in time that I sought. 

He said, "Don't worry, you won't remember our meeting. You were too young, with an older brother and younger sister."

Salt and pepper hair dates 58 with a sense of confidence earned by life. 

"I was friend of your Mom's, I told her, no matter what happened, I'll always be with her."
Sarcastically spoken I said, "You must have broken your word, or else I would remember. Seen you in the audience when I took the hand of my wife."

"Son..."
"Wait! My Father passed, my name is Marcques, same name I gave to my son!"
"I know. I was there when you was given you name, before your birth."
"So what happened?" It still doesn't explain why I can't make the tone of my voice mirrored in his voice and his familiar face shone in the sun.
"I was on-call for work, and moved away once my job was done of instilling self-worth."
"In whom? Do I know your children?"
"Yes", he replied.
"Three, but only one remembers."
"Love them all and prevent harm I tried."
We played so hard, my oldest broke his arm. My middle never got a chance to see me on his 5th birthday in September."
"September what? Mine is the 11."
"I know! Born at night, premature, during labor you didn't put up much of a fight. "
Puzzled look on my face at a rare moment of no rebuttal, he said," I'm sorry you don't remember me, I had to go up to Heaven."

At that moment, he smiled, pulled me in with a hug and said, "Always be there for your kids, how I wanted with you."
Then turned around to walk away saying, "Love you my son, look out for my other two."

Rest In Peace Daddy

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Mend Her Brokenness

I see her everyday, at the same time, seated at the same place.
Such a heavy heart she has, that it hunch her back with so much pain under the painted canvas upon her face.

She's broken.
Cracked into pieces with no way to storm her weather.
If only there was a way.
An instance.
Used to break down her mental wall that keeps everyone at a distance.
I could solve her jigsaw with a hug so hard that it put her pieces back together...

Only if she is willing.
Her mouth already says not what her expressionless face is feeling.
Just one act of courage but it will cost her.
Her present.
Make her smile and laugh away the hesitance.

She owes it to herself to allow me to pay for her future.
As I slowly pass by with the same words in my head I say,
"Please, just look my way, while our paths cross on this day."
So I don't usher in another 24 of not knowing why she stay in pieces.

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