Everything You Knew

I can't even remember the last time I paid attention to time..
each moment is taken in stride, a slow motion feature, I savor inside..

Frustrated like Nathan McCall, this emotion "Makes Me Wanna Holler"...
It makes so much sense, yet others say.. why bother.

Well maybe it's his chocolate kiss, or when he's gone that I miss..
The way he loves over beats.. that keeps my mind taking trips.

His love she HAS to miss..
Maybe I should thank her for this opportunity of bliss..

He has arms I'd prefer to lay in..
The type of chest you cuddle all day in..

He is mine to persuade, we're taking chances-this is made..
but only because we chose it.

Touching like we've never touched..
Loving like we never lust..
We skip past sheers and laces..

The passion.. unheard of..
They try to understand but.. don't know us.

Secret, so we tried to creep..
Tossing and turning in bed wanting you..
Secrets.. I can't keep.

He is the light of the sun,
He protects the night like the moon..
He is everything I know..
And Everything you knew.


Michelle D. Jones

Excuse Me Sir

Excuse me sir... officer, judge; I said I didn't do it

I didn't beat that man to death and I swear that

I can prove it.

I was at a game in overtime when this crime was

going down.  I know there has to be several other

black tall men around.

The judge looked over to me and said I was the one to blame

he said even if It wasn't you we need someone to name.

It's lynching time around these parts and we need a man

that's black, handcuffed my hands, scuffed my head, then

threw me in the back.

I asked; but isn't this America? The land where everyone's free?

he said I'm sure there's been a mistake you see the free

they look like me.

I looked at my skin then at his and knew one thing was clear

20th Century racism exists, my hearts biggest fear.

They threw me in a cell with men all fighting, crying, to use the phone

all wishing America was a place that they could call a home

But I guess it's not, I know though now I'm just another face

judged soley on my born trait, I bare the negro race.

                                      
 By, Michelle D Jones

Broken 4 Repair

Broken 4 Repair

 

I shall not be the broken spirit

you tried so hard to manipulate.

 

You can send me to the judge

a million times and I'll still look him

in the face and say I am not a

"product" of my upbringing.

 

You can continue to shackle me

and my people, close the gates of freedom,

and deprive me of air, but your chains

will be broken.

 

If not by me, then by another person that

looks just like me, cept' this time they'll

be even bolder & sharper with their speech,

and education, together we'll inch closer

to having a voice.

 

And this time you'll listen and understand

and if you choose not to listen, we'll

continue to come forward, soldiers of our own war

not yours.

 

By, Michelle Jones

Nothing to Offer

I have nothing to offer this man

yet he takes everything I own,

I have nothing to offer-yet he calls my house

his home.

 

For what I had was stripped away

when my last lover left,

just faded memories and the world he left in a mess.

 

I have nothing to offer this man

so strong but shy in lust

not that he wants it anyway, he runs

away from my love.

 

And If I ask him to stay I have nothing left to give,

can't promise him the world, can't promise him kids.

 

I have nothing to offer this man

for he came with nothing at all,

I have nothing to offer this man,

so I won't even call.

All That I Am

Sometimes our hearts leak red blood internally.
It’s mostly when we’ve decided to give up, when all
Faith is thrown out the door, and we don’t have the strength
To run after it.
It’s like knives wounded bandage, it all becomes a Cycle, it’s all a part of the death in the air. I said I want to breathe, but the breath left long Before the wound became a scar. I am not a part of This world and never have I been. I want to be free like the waves on the ocean, a part Of history, a part the Caucasians read. But don’t act like you Understand me, like you’ve understood Civil Rights, because nothing
Is right about you, nor this time, nor your understanding. It’s like trying to escape locked doors, when you have the key In your right pocket. You can’t get to it, the good life I mean, Because the door has thousands of locks, and it would take patience
To figure out which lock fits the key. Who has time to try? I’ve noticed the clock doesn’t stop so I am running out of time
To get to nowhere. Momma needs me, my baby needs me, or maybe it’s all
Just a want. A need is to die for, and everyone is still alive, so I’ve
heard. There’s no need to speak when the words go unnoticed, so I guess I’ll shut up for now. This is the end anyway, all that was around the corner
is Gone from reach, like I’ve gone from you. I have separated and realized I am
all I need to be.

Michelle Jones

Love Flow

Love Flow

Baby, we should just let this love flow,

move to the drum beat and feel the sand between our toes.

Have drinks during the sunset or maybe lunch on the river,

We can kick it at the strip club, I won't get mad when you tip her.

Let's take a drive up the Ave, we can bend a few blocks; cause I love when we ride..

overlook the city in deep discussions, we have nothing to hide.

Put something in the air, relax and welcome the summer breeze,

hold me extra close cause with you there's no need to tease.

We can check out a movie and hold hands, but I like it when you rub,

you can chill with the homies at the bar while I get my dance on at the club.

Tell me all about your life and what it is you dream, then we can create the reality

with many beautiful scenes.

We can hit the park after dark and sit on the swings

while people walk by jealous of our team.

I think we're perfect as lovers, we're the perfect
match,

and to think we do it all with no strings attached.

Familiar Love

I don't wanna go back to that familiar place, where it's cold behind closed doors..

It's a place you say your loving me, but in love only I adore..

Where smiling is a past time and trust has no name,

A place I left in hopes of purity, where love has no shame.

I want a place where forever is a promise and there's no room to worry,

where years will pass between us and we won't be in a hurry.

A place where his touch is soft, and his days aren't filled with anger,

A place we use to know.. before life could ever change us.

I don't want to look back, because when I do, there's appears to be stranger,

someone I only knew inside my fantasies before my heart was tangled.

Where love isn't used or tossed around, but rather kept close,

so that when your name is spoken, it's you I smile from most.

I don't want to be your lover babe, I don't want to be your foe..

so I'm leaving that familiar place and locking every door.

Michelle "Pineapple" Jones

August 8th, 2011.