Slip and Fall

I want to fall in love
I don't want to plan to fall in love
I want to do so by accident

I don't want to see it coming
I want to cherish every moment
I'm ready to stop running from it

To Teacher, From Student

Father, teach me your will

Teach me your way

Let me have ear to hear the things you say

As I live this life only focusing on today,

I take no thought about tomorrow

I just strive to do the best that I can

I praise you with my mouth and I reverence you with my hands

I long for the day that we will meet as one

I long for the day that I hear you say, “Daughter, Well Done!”

Daddy's Girl

Smooth as a baby’s bottom is the perfect phrase that described my skin.

A perfect 10 was yelled out by a lot of my male friends

A knockout smile passed down from birth

10 inch heels that always make my feet hurt

Funeral arrangements made by daddy for those that attempted to look under my skin

These are the things I can remember growing up

Big brown eyes that matched my mother’s DNA

Whippings on my bottom when I didn’t take heed to the things she would say

Thick hair and eyebrows that are compliments of my daddy

Astonishing looks from classmates when we pulled up in daddy’s red caddy

Anything for me, anything I wanted, and whatever made me happy

These are the things I can remember growing up

Sleepovers, slumber parties, and others were out of the question

Anticipating my first date, and praying for the release of my daddy’s blessing

Tall like a runway model, shaped like a coca-cola bottle, with a 9:00 curfew

Identical to my sisters, restricted unlike my brothers, only name a few

The only sibling living in the household but amongst many on the front pew

These are the things I can remember growing up

Blessed and fortunate than many, with a Superman daddy that could take on the world

Product of his love for my mom, I am daddy’s little girl.

Experience

I can't say I have any regrets since the day we met
Even when there were things I couldn't detect
I simply refuse to believe that another's actions define me

 So even if I loose sight, even if I am unsure of what I like

I'm grateful for you showing me what I don't.

Inspired

Within four corners of my room
I see unscrambled words waiting to be consumed
The four chambers of my heart beat nonstop
Steadily waiting for the ink to drop

 My thought processes yearn for change
Through it all the chambers remain the same and yet continues to reign

I need it like I need words to do the job I was destined to do
Because I am but a mere voice looking for clues

That's why my heart beats.

Coming Soon...

 The music was so loud the vibrations sent chills down my spine

Mo: Let’s go to the bar

Bee-Bee: Okay

We head towards the bar.

Unknown guy: You looking good in that dress. You gotta let me buy you a drink.

The guy was so close to Mo I thought we were going to have to plan a baby shower.

Unknown guy: So what are you drinking?

Mo: An apple martini

Unknown guy: Hey. Give the lady what she want.

The bartender begins to fix drinks

While the bartender fixes the drinks I notice a short guy walking towards us. It looked like he was staring at Bee-Bee’s chest but he was small so I really didn’t know the difference.

Small guy: Excuse me, wanna dance

Bee-Bee: No but you can buy me a drink

Small guy: Buy you a drink? Them drinks $8. I don’t even know you like that

Bee-Bee: And you never will. Please leave.

Small guy: Man ain’t nobody trying to holla at you anyway

Little man walks off pissed while another guy approaches. I mean we just got here. We haven’t even had time to wet our throats and its already starting to jump off.

Unknown guy 2: Excuse me was he bothering you?

Bee-Bee: Not really

Unknown guy 2: Can I

Bee-Bee: Yes you can

Unknown guy 2: You didn’t let me finish the question

Bee-Bee: Doesn’t matter. The answer is yes.

Lord have mercy. Now the guy who approached Bee-Bee was absolutely gorgeous. He was fair skinned. He looked about 5’11. Broad shoulders. White teeth. Clean shoes. Dark wavy hair and clean nails. To sum it up: whoever you think is fine that’s who he look like. Why in the world didn’t he pick me?

Unknown guy 2: We can get drinks later. Let’s dance

He looked so good I started to say okay

Bee-Bee: Okay (Don’t wait up she whispers to me as she and Mr. Gorgeous disappear through the crowd on the dance floor).

I started to tell her don’t she wait up. But I didn’t want to be no hater. Then all of a sudden the DJ started playing my song “Smack Sum, Drop Sum.” I headed to the dance floor. By the time I got to the drop sum part I had at least five guys trying to dance with me. Man these shorts are a hit.

Mo: Hey

Dia: Whats up Mo? Where’s your friend?

Mo: He went to the bathroom.  They are jamming in here tonight.

Dia: I know.

Mo: Where is Bee-Bee?

Dia: I will tell you later.

Suddenly we hear people arguing behind us

Mo: What in the world is going on?

DJ: Yo, Yo, Yo. Fellas, ya’ll take that outside

Dia: Who knows? Probably some clowns arguing over a girl. It looks like they leaving.

Mo: Oh. Turn up DJ (She yells)

The DJ then plays that one song at the club that gets people rowdy. He played “Slap that Fool.” The club went crazy. Then…the unthinkable. Gun shots were fired. I went down.

Mo: Dia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(excerpt from soon to be released book written by Lashuntres Redmon)

Can you sing?

What is your song?

Not what you hear on the radio
The praise that's already in you that nobody knows about
For this is praise in its purest form

Open your mouth and sing praises
You made it!!!
You are making it!!!!

Your story is your song
We sing about so many other people testimony

It doesn't have to rhyme
Open your mouth and sing your testimony for someone else

Your song SHOULD be on the top of the charts