poem

Tameeka Simply I

Regardless of the number

Of the number of ladies

Who share my name

There’s only one with my

Personality and identity

I embrace my traits

The positive ones

And the negative ones

Negative things I

Give them antonyms

The positive things

I multiply with synonyms

Possessive becomes protective

Stubborn becomes determine

Weak becomes sensitive

Odd becomes unique

Passive becomes tolerant

Strict becomes punctilious

Old fashioned becomes standards

God made me

Who I am

And I say it proudly

I’m intelligent and funny

I’m heroic yet humble

I’m selfless and passionate

I’m skillful and helpful

My favorite thing prayer warrior

Daily I grow

I’ll let it all show

Not being boastful

As long as God knows

That’s all that matters

He made me to be awesome

I’m aware of my strength

And weakness too

Never am I ashamed

To admit to the truth

My spirit is beautiful

I stand by the people

Who I care about

Love ones as well

I love everyone

Anyone can tell

My passion everyday gets bolder

Standing tall like a British soldier

Always fighting for what

I believe in

Even though I am human

I don’t looks for rewards from man

Because I understand

That Jesus can

Do anything for me

He’s all that I need

With Him in my corner

I’m not afraid to be vulnerable

After all kindness in my nature

When you have the understanding

Of who God has called you to be

You know who you are

You then can fulfill your purpose

Which is to help others

I’m ready to do my job

In God’s kingdom

 

 

If It’s Real

If it’s real

You know the deal

You know exactly

How your love one feels

If it’s real

There’s no ifs, ands or buts

There’s trust

Things are consistent

There’s no room for questions

If it’s real

You see the relationship

As a blessing

Even through the ups and downs

Because there will be some

But one thing that

Should never be

And that’s the notion

Of whether a relationship is real

We Are

I want to take a second to mention

Before I begin expressing

My affection for my

Beautiful black sisters

I am not a person

Who promotes division

Uplifting others

Is always my intentions

To spread positive messages

My sisters and I

Marches to the beat

Of a different drum

Some say that we are

Rude or have bad attitudes

But my dude that’s

The furthest from the truth

We are radiant

We are independent

We are grounded

We are strong

Yet we are also delicate

It’s part of being feminine

We do what we can

All by ourselves

Even if we needed help

We don’t stress

We are loyal

We are true

We sacrifice daily

For our beautiful babies

We endure pain

We don’t allow it

To turn inward

We don’t allow things to change us

Even though it should have

Drove us crazy

We love hard

We don’t give up

We are beautiful

We are courageous

We are captivating

Sometimes we can be complex

Certain situations

Can make us perplexed

If we get upset

We can’t stress it

For longer than a minute

Doing that is whack

Haven’t you heard the saying

That black don’t crack

Stress has to take a seat

Like several of them

Yes we are human

But that’s the extent of it

Even though there’s

Information that’s not accurate

Floating about meant to oppress us

We don’t answer to it

We don’t claim it

We know who we are

We are compassionate

We practice unity

We are women of substance

We have powerful spirits

We nurture intensely

Our goal is to

Accomplish positivity

Hopefully it’s passed

Down from generation to generation

What a feeling of gratification

We march to the beat of a

Different drum

And we answer to no one

Except for God Almighty

In heaven we are a part

Of the rhythm nation

 

 

 

Woot Woot!!

My My My Time has flown by. September 6th will make it six months since I have started my blog. I am pretty proud of everything that I have accomplished and there will be more much more. So far I stuck by what I have planned to do I’ve shared my love for Christ, my love for my sons, poetry, music, the Dallas Cowboys, made podcasts the list just goes on. I enjoy writing and I enjoy the freedom of expressing myself. I don’t know about anyone else but when I can’t express myself freely I feel like I’m suffocating. I have always been a strong supporter of people loving others according to God’s will of course. Interracial dating to me is a beautiful thing and I truly believe that God has someone special for us all. As I have shared I have always been attracted to white men for longs as I can remember. Growing up I was taught that that one person isn’t for everyone but that there is somebody for everybody. My mother only concerns was for me to be happy. She didn’t want to see me get hurt. A person can get hurt regardless of the color of their skin. While I always say that love has no color I simply cannot deny my attraction to white men. Recently I’ve become bold about how I feel and I am not alone. There are many black women who are dating and marrying outside of their race. Time are changing and people are loving whomever they choose to. Anyway in the future I do plan on staying on course as well as discussing a lot more things. Here’s to six more months!!! Woot to the Woot! Woot Woot!!

Why Us?

Just the other day

I saw someone

Who looked like you

I looked twice too

Even though I knew

It couldn’t be true

If we could only go back

To the good ole days

When we both had

Big dreams

You and me

We could have have done anything

We could have been something great

Who knew that one mistake

Would control our fate

You wanted to succeed

By any means

Even on the streets

Day in and day out

At you I would fuss

I told you that the

Street life was dangerous

You had no faith in my words

You had no trust

Now look

I have to ask

Why us

Why us

What about our kids

How do I explain this

The pain that I feel

Is tremendous

This situation is big

How do I forgive

What a way to live

God knows I once loved you

This is true

I don’t know

Which is worse

You six feet under

Or you being sentenced

To twenty-five years in prison

Either way there is distance

Between us

What a life lesson

What a way to learn

The hard way

Everyday I think

Of that 2006 bust

And sitting here thinking

Why us

Why us

Be True

Be you

Be true

Be who God made you to be

Because that is what you

Are called to do

Be original

Not a copy

When you are not

You will be exposed

And everyone will know

Being fake always show

If you have to change who you are

For someone let them go

When it comes to being you

Don’t be practical

Making any adjustments

Makes you less than who you are

And that’s factual

Fake people make me sick

Not trying to sneak diss

Besides my Christian

Heart won’t allow it

So I won’t put people

On blast

I’ll pass on that

Because being fake

Won’t last

Just wanted to address it

What people have to understand is

That we must impress God

No man

Not being true

Does everyone a disservice

Outsiders aren’t fooled

So the jokes on you

Be you

And the right people

Will flock to you

Real people have the mindset

To be true

We don’t follow the trend

We set it

Which is brilliant

Real people are winning

Feeling like a million

We don’t change like a chameleon

Jammin to Queen

We are the champions

My friend

And we’ll keep being

Real til the end

 

Bandwagon Fans

We see it all the time

I be weak

Like weren’t you rooting

For another team

Just last week

Fake football fans

They can be both women and men

I don’t know why they do it

Why don’t they try getting

Into another sport

Like swimming

There is not much to

Keep up with

You just to watch them swim

From one end to another

Bandwagon fans make me

Get annoyed Oh Brother

I just can’t

It’s so whack

They have very little knowledge

Of the game

They just can’t keep track

Barely knowing who is

The starting running back

Or even the quarterback

I just love making things harder

Asking them the names

Of the active players

Of the 2016 Roster

That will reveal the impostors

The ultimate problem solver

bandwagon

Trading Places

This week’s class assignment got my brain to hatch an idea. My assignment was to write a paper about collectivist and individualist parents how they differ and what would it be like if they were to switch children. Would their parenting skills influence them enough to make changes? So it got me to thinking and evaluating my lifestyle as a Christian. If I were to swap my life with a person who doesn’t know Christ would my Christian lifestyle change them. I know that I would not want to live their lifestyle I have been there before. It definitely should make one think. God wants everyone’s soul to be saved. He doesn’t want not one of us to perish. We have all heard the saying that we maybe the only Bible that a person reads and it may cause some pressure for some people. If we’re living according to God’s will one should not mind others watching them as an inspiration not as an idol. Now I feel that people shouldn’t focus only on me or any other Christians but the one who we look to which is Christ. All Christians want to be pleasing to Him.

If a person were to swap lives with me I liked to hope and pray that it would inspire them to turn to Christ. There are many testimonies that I have and that alone should be a huge inspiration. My mother grew up in Christian home her church was right next door. She was very active in her church things like being in the choir and writing church bulletins. When she became an adult she kept being a Christian and passed on her  parenting to skills to her children. I am doing the same things prayers day and night most importantly teaching my sons to have a strong relationship with God. One important thing that I have learned that having a relationship with God must be all of the time. The devil doesn’t take time off to attack us. It isn’t about the devil anyway it’s about God’s love for us that in itself should make the hardest heart soften for Him.

John 3:16

For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Single Black Mom

Growing up I always told myself

That I would not be a single parent

Raising kids without help

I always felt

That life belonged to someone else

There’s no lucky charms

It’s time to ring the alarm

What’s going on in the

Black community

Making it seem like being

A single black mom

Is an awesome thing as if

Being a struggling mother is a way

To earn stripes

Being a single parent

Doing it all alone

Is not right

It’s quite pathetic

Some of this black fathers

Don’t even care enough

To co-parent

They like to forget

Or assume that paying

Child support will make up for it

This situation is a huge epidemic

One that no one should mimic

It isn’t a lifestyle

That’s glamorise

Say what you want about me

It won’t change how I feel

A stable upbringing should

Always be within our sight

Some of us are just too

Blind to see

I was once like other people too

Now I look back and think

What did I do

To end up with a baby father

Like you

Like a song on the radio

I listened to your tune

Now I am here looking like a fool

Man I wish that I had the analogy

Of no wedding no wound

Had I had it

It would have giving me more

Time to get to know you

I wished that my old schooled ways

Had of saved me from

What I am going through today

My sons would have been saved

From the typical black

Single parent home

It’s so wrong for my sons

To grow up withdrawn

I wished that only I

Could bare this burden alone

Still this is the life that I chose

My choices I own

Allowing my fleshy goals

To take control

Thankful for allowing Christ

To help me to be reborn

And I have learned to never

Put a deadline

On God’s time

For He has no limits

That sometimes it’s not

Always the things that we planned

That are the best

But in fact it’s the things

That are not planned

Which are the true miracles

Not trying to get all spiritual

But God’s way is the best way

For sure

So I will embrace

What God has on the way

Being a single mom

Isn’t the end

But the beginning

Of what God has

For my family and me

Thank You God All Almighty