Didn’t Mean to Turn You On
Words by: Keturah Unique Austin

I didn’t mean to turn you on
you read my sign wrong
I mean its been so long
And I ain’t been in the game for a while
I forgot how bright I smiled
Oh honey child, I was just trying to be nice
by looking you in the eyes
but I guess you got hypnotized
By my honey caramel thighs
But I can’t lie
I only act shy when I been peeped
You scoping me with my peripheral
From your car
Telling me you just bought the bar
but you read me wrong
I sing that Southern Belle song all day long
So please don’t take my cherry sweet drawl
as a means to turn you on
Cause I didn’t mean to turn you on
you read my friendly gestures wrong
I guess as a measurement means to flirt
but from birth I had the widest girth
so read my worth next time
you try to come at me with a pick-up line
I drink wines from the finest grapes
I got to be frank
when I say your nice, but you’re not my type
You think I’ll give in tonight
Boy please
I told you twice I was just trying to be nice
I didn’t ‘mean to turn you on
I’m living the Single Life
Now I gotta turn you off
Cause it’s time to get to bed
And lights out upstairs
So thanks for the movie
But don’t take it as a means to screw me
So sue me for the $8 you spent
Here…take 10…that’s 8 dollars plus interest
You bout to become a witness to something
You’ll only repeat in a testimony
I’m an original tender roni
So go tell it on the mountain
How you walked away pouting
but with another perspective
All women will be respected
Cause I didn’t mean to turn you on.

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Papa Was A Rolling Stone
Words By: Keturah Unique Austin

Papa was a rolling stone
He never really had a home
He chose to live alone
With a heart made of gold
His pride was never bought or sold
Cause Papa was a rolling stone

He handled business in the streets
That took up all his time
When I was three
So Papa never had time for me
He lived in the fast lane
No pains, no gains
So there my
Picture remained
Next to his bed frame
Cause Papa was a rolling stone

I was only 5 when someone told me I had his eyes
But little did I know
I had my Papa’s flow
And his swag
My Mama told me I get it from my Dad
But too many women he had
A night he never spent alone
Too many women for him to make one home
Cause Papa was a rolling stone

He roamed the streets
Every now and then catching glimpses of me
Cause he chopped the blocks
Non-stop around the clock
I thought he forgot
But he never stopped
Trying to see, the lady I had come to be
He did it all
Never had a chance to call and apologize
Or explain why he left
Cause Papa was a rolling stone

He just played the cards he was dealt
He played with the best he had
No time for him to be a Dad
No time for a house and home
No family picnics
Cause Papa was a rolling stone

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How Shallow

Words By: Keturah Unique Austin

How can I take a leap and dive
When your water can’t even cover my thighs?
I’m talking about saving lives
But you talking about your eyes
And your vision
Of what makes me fine
But like a fine wine
I stand throughout time
So “fine” sounds absurd
If you’re looking for a word
That fits my physique
How about great and complete
Those words describe
Me.
I am God’s creation
With no mistakes
He dipped me in honey
And labeled me masterpiece
Gave me a mind to make decisions
And 20/20 vision for precision
I chose to bury my face in books
So if your think tank stops at my ass
Then you may want to leave or just simply pass
And try your luck with another lady
Cause your pool is no deeper than 5 feet
I’m an Amazon
And need an ocean to understand
My complexities
And gifts
As a woman
But you can only see through your birds eye view
Thinking I was created as a trophy just for you
To collect dust over time
I’m a God’s piece
Never been a dime
So my light shines too bright
To keep me out of sight
So I’ll just maintain
My single status in this game

Cause I can’t let you claim
My light…I shines too bright

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Disguised of the Scarlet Letter
-penned by Diana Bien-Aime

The simplest form of gratitude could’ve been found in his thank you
But he chose to wear ARROGANCE on his chest
PRIDE in his stride
And EGO across his forehead with bright blinking signs
Reading INSECURITY approaching

But his hello found rest in my bosom.
I was gone somewhere between when he said I love you and I must
go home.
Never giving thought to the pain that would be caused by self inflicting
denial of making the wrong choice.

I heard a voice saying there is a path to be chosen
But I stood still
Frozen by his sheath of protection we call confidence

Most pronounced in our high profile men
They connect with something within
Maybe the inextricable valve of being born in sin

It was over before it started
Desires became neurotic and I formulated an ism; narcissism-
COMPLETE INDULGENCE IN SELF

I became a female version of his pact to remain calm on the
outside, but be a bubbling furnace of DISCOMFORT in the mind.
I loved to watch him flex his muscles
I loved to watch him make the hustle in a three-piece suit
Asking for a call and response to who he was not

He could never be the Messiah
He would never lift me higher than his frame could handle
He was damaged goods, and I could never understand why his
pleasantries were always based on CUNNING DECEIT

There were signs in his shuffle, but I, a dove, looking for a resting
place and someone to love grasped onto his inadequacies and he
became me…..I became it.

The centralized hurt that I despised could be found in the LUST
OF THE FLESH.I was a ginny pig who willfully signed off my right to live and let
love subside.
I was not his wife
Not his friend
Not his server
But a concubine

To control the bouts of this reality, my coping mechanism was to
DENY it existed.
Speaking to myself, saying you got me twisted.
Intertwined with wine, my thoughts became nauseous

I placed my head in between my legs to gain momentum
He took back every inch I gained with the simple words; I’m sorry.
I found myself yet in a bind to release cold-hearted intent from my
chest.
That’s when I noticed I was wearing the sign ADULTERY across
my breasts.

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Come and gone to me
Love is just a song
We cherish it for what it gives
Taking us to a place we long to relive
And Relive
Giving us chills, and thrills
But like a anxious child
Who’s mind isn’t wrapped around the restraints
It’s body lends
Running eagerly to explore
Inevitably it will take a spill
Now the same chills we once invited
Only relives this gaping emptiness we feel
And although we know one day we shall pass
Death of the body, doesn’t kill this love
As precious as the gift of life is, we can choose to take it
So how more precious is love?
It can be cut down, in our minds we can abhor it, deplore it
But it lives on,
Time mends the broken hearted
But it will never take you back to where you started
Love is like a song.
A favorite song revisited still etched in your mind
May not get a play
But those words and what they once meant
Won’t be forgotten.

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Today I won’t think of you for a full 24 hours…
Maybe 20…
But definitely not a complete 24.
And uhm…
Tonight…
I won’t dream about you…
Maybe tomorrow…
But definitely not tonight.
And uhm…
This afternoon…
I won’t lose myself in daydreams about you…
Maybe later this week…
But not right now.
And uhm…
At some point I’m going to forget about you…
But I guess not anytime soon.

Copyright ©2008 Suezette Yasmin Robotham

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Fit together so neatly

Complete me completely

Beseech me

But inside so deeply

I didn’t feel empty, but this here was all too swell

And without a holistic feeling of fullness

I needed to get to the bottom of this well

Started from the top every word said

Fit so neatly

Sincerity, not completely

All the right things

So what once felt simply in order

Is distorted.

What was once aligned,

Is in question.

Rewind.

No doubt in my mind you feel for me

That part if real to me

But this feeling of uneasiness…

I’m deeper in this well

Took me a while to tell

Because I had fallen before I knew I had fell

I’m in this boat alone

I pray you find me through the fog

I’d say I’ll try to remain patient

But allowing someone to have this power

Will devour my pride,

I’m writing this for you, but I’ll keep it inside

If you find me afloat still,

Again, not only in my mind

When we fit together so neatly.

IN the same boat,

I’ll read to you what I wrote.

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I’m In Need
by: Mz. Erotique Noire (sueZette)

Ok…so
I’m in need of…Some good luvin
Some I miss you and couldn’t wait to get to you luvin
Some make my back arch luvin
Some make my toes curl and thighs cramp luvin
Some make me scream your name and call on the Father luvin
Some damn that shit was good, can we do it again luvin
Some you won’t ever forget how good that thang was luvin
Some I’mma think about this all day tomorrow luvin
Some I’mma rock you to sleep luvin
Some I hear drum beats and ain’t no radio on luvin
Some make you cum and then cum again luvin
Some I’mma put your number in speed dial luvin
Some I got love bruises all over luvin
Some can you just put the head in luvin
Some I need to catch my breath luvin
Some gotdamn boy you the shit boy luvin
Some I got rug burn on my thighs luvin
Some I can’t even make a peep luvin
Some do you know what you do to me luvin
Some this could really make me fall in love witchu luvin
Some it doesn’t get any sweeter than this luvin
Some do it to me like you’re mad luvin
Some…Some good luvin…

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“My soliloquy may be hard for some to Swallow, but so is cod liver oil.”

- Andre Benjamin

Words

Oh where do I start but where my mind wanders

Double dutch I jump in when the feel is right

I clipped the rope

And clipped a piece of the chaos of thoughts

From whence my mind wanders

The bane led to a resistance that

Crept into my existence and now into my soliloquy

Part of me, in part or totally

No matter how hard you try to expose your soul

The dark places shine bright

Caught in the darkness which always come to light

When you don’t want them

I love words like, always and forever

Bittersweet and tenderly

Words are words, but when acted upon transform to life

Bringing a word to spark action

Is like bringing traction to spinning tires

Like the warmth of a burning fire

Or from a loved one you want to hold tighter

I embrace my words as though I’ll never catch them again

I search for the profound

Inevitably, I come up short

But the search for the profound

Gives me the answers I seek diligently

In words.

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