I ain’t perfect
And nobody is
But I know I ain’t perfect
And it ain’t no shame in that

I know right from wrong
Some times I do right
And some times I do wrong
It is what it is
It was what it was
Life, happens

Done cried over things
that didn’t matter
Done kissed some lips
mine ain’t belong on
Done said some things
I can’t take back
Done went some places
I shouldn’t have been
Done saw some things
I shouldn’t have.

And what I look like crying
over a shattered mirror?
I can’t piece together the past.
The clock already winded past it.

The past doesn’t own me.
I purchased it long ago.

Past mistakes ain’t made me no fool.
They made me the strong,
confident,
courageous,
and intelligent woman
I stand as today.

And it ain’t no shame in that!

-Mia J
8-21-2021

© 2021 Mia J

Do you even know how beautiful you are?

Outside of your outer beauty you see, examine the beauty within.

Your heart is gentler than your supple hands.

It pumps and beats with enough love to change the world.

You have the power to command your days to be what they need to be for you.

Your head is filled with positivity.

Your spirit radiates those positive vibes and makes you shine brighter than the morning and noonday sun.

As beautiful as you are inside and out, you want love badly

You’ve been craving it more than breakfast in the morning

And you just don’t understand how and why you’re still single.

You’ve been crying out of frustration

Because how could a woman like you not have a man?

You know you’re not like other women who would do anything to have a man

You were taught that men go after what they truly want. And not to tolerate no foolishness.

Don’t get sad over false images.

Remember; You’re only seeing what they choose to show you.

A good man may be hard to find

But so is a Pearl.

It’s well-known that you’ve existed for thousands of years.

Your existence was stumbled upon and you struck the founder with your innocent beauty

Your body is a clam but you are a Pearl that formed out of the transformation called growth

Such a precious jewel can not just be acquired by just any man
You were formed with care and glisten with enough magic to challenge Penn and Teller

Many will look at you with their eyes

But you are set to the side for the one who will look into your soul

And see that you’re worth much more than the bare minimum

You’re unique, you know who you are and you’re not afraid to protect yourself from negative energies

And your lover will do the same

One look at you and he’ll know you belong to him and he specifically belongs to you

He’ll love you for your alluring spirit

You both will need each other in more ways than one

He will always want to love you

And you will always need to love him

He’ll be everything you could need and want in a man

The love that will blossom between you two will hurt

You’ll look back and understand that not just any man could have you

And that’s what will hurt

Your man will silently remind you every day just how filling love will be.

Your heart will ache for him

His will constantly pound for you

Dangerously in love and obsessed you both will be

Never think this is wrong.

Because you both deserve it as much as he does

You’re the woman everyone wants to be.
Adversity has never fazed you.

You were set to the side as a rare Crystal is supposed to be.

Not just any hands are licensed to handle you, my dear

You are worth everything that you think you are

And you’re worth more than the bare minimum

A lot more

If the universe deemed you to be a unicorn and a Pearl, how could you ever believe any differently about yourself?

-Mia J
7/2/2024

© 2024 Mia J

Used to spend my nights thinking of my first one.
Liquor was on my mind like the correlation of grape to wine.

But you introduced me to a world where wrong wasn’t actually wrong.
And awakened me in ways that Jack Daniels just wouldn’t understand.

Smoothly you coasted in my senses as a cruise along the seas.
Appearing before my eyes with forbidden beauty.
Feeling cooler and fresher than a glacier surrounded by melted ice.
Screaming silently in my ears, alerting me that you would be my first and my last.
Smelling of sweetness and ripeness.
Tasting more pleasant than a Pina Colada on beach day.
And more concentrated and complex than a wine expert can articulate.

You are more leathery than Sangria Red.
As rich as Peach Sangria.
Connected as Gria can be,
and I’ll stay tipsy off of your love until infinity.

There’s more elegance to you than the walk of a model.
Life never stopped you from being able to exist.
You always moved against her as if she could conclude you.
Your brilliance extends a description.
Perfection exists because you were created.

Stella Rosa fancied you and turned me Gold.
Oh, she knew I would become as fine as her after one sip of you.
Fermentation wasn’t always smooth, but it was well-worth it.

When you presented your heart, I couldn’t waste it.
As beautiful and soft as a row of bouquets.
As soft and gentle as Pink Moscato.
As full as my heart with the love you poured into me.

You are more leathery than Sangria Red.
As rich as Peach Sangria.
Connected as Gria can be,
and I’ll stay tipsy off of your love until infinity.

-Mia J
10/18/2024

© 2024 Mia J

One too many bottles in my possession to pick a fave
Many of the scents are from years prior
And aged as fine as wine
The aged scents still smell new
There’s scents that are ****
Scents that are sweet
Each scent is special to me
The sweet scents are for normal activities
The **** scents are for date nights
The designated bottle springs onto my hand
My wrist reveals its bareness and receives two sprays
My other wrist rubs its opposite to get some of the scent
Then I spray on my neck and shirt
and bask in the sweetness or alluringess of the scent
The perfume stays stained within the
fabrics of my clothes like a soda stain
It stays on my skin like water-proof paint all through the day
I possess enough bottles for each day of the year
My perfume bottles are like my favorite wine
Pleasing to the nose and even better to the soul.

Mia J
7/28/2021  
© 2021 Mia J

I’ve been waiting for you to enjoy me all day.
A lot has been on your mind and you couldn’t get home any faster.
That red wine you poured will relax you just enough for me.
The lights being as dim is leaving me more excited than you.
Sit down in that plush chair and get nice and cozy.

I’m comfortable being clutched in your hands in the air.
Spread me to page 69.
We’ve been together more times than you can count.
Do we really need to establish an exposition?
The only actions that’s rose so far lay beneath your pants.
Let’s reach our ****** together.
I’ll turn over whenever you flip me.
I should thank you for being gentle.
We both know how delicate I can be.
My creator didn’t put a time limit on me.
We can go slow.
Feel these words and let them season in your love gardens.
I want to go deeper than your ****** and straight to that Challenger’s Deep.
Your warmth on me is making me sweat.
Your clutch is tightening on me,
your breathing is picking up.
I know you’re enjoying me more than you thought.
I end on page 74.

Catch your breath.
Don’t worry, I didn’t expect to be written in this manner.
Have another sip of wine.
Go ahead and take two.
I know you have to rest from your day,
and needed a release.

There’s no shame in enjoying me every day.
At all.
My creator might make me longer than 5 pages next time.

Be on the lookout for my next release!

-Mia J
9/2/2024
© 2024 Mia J

Go somewhere that has air as clean as fresh laundry.
Relax with that crisp air and find a comfortable seat.
The sun is out now and shall be your glowing guide.
Let the winds blow to give you more of that clean air.
Inhale that cleanliness and lay your body on the ground.
Don’t worry, the leaves are soft and welcoming.
You’ve been working a lot and your body needs recuperation.
Now, close your eyes.
All your rainy days are long gone.
Pick up your body slowly and let your feet adjust to your new walkway.
One step forward and you’re on the right path.
One step backward and you’ll be on the left.
Take one step back to cure your curiosity.  
It’s not exactly the wrong move to make, but you don’t want to get stuck.
So take two steps forward on the right path.
The sun’s shining brightly, but it’s blocking your view.
You only get to see the path, but the destination has to be walked towards.

What will you encounter on the path?

The beauty of life is that we know where we wanna be, but there’s always the unexpected that waits.
Keep walking, I say.
One droplet of rain won’t hurt.
Don’t be afraid if it gets heavier.
Your rainy days are long gone, but the rainiest ones are brewing.
Notice that the sun continues to shine as bright as a full moon.
The clouds aren’t big enough to block it and neither is the rain gonna block you.
The rain isn’t gonna stop you.

Keep up the fast pace, I say.
Don’t you see that gorgeous rainbow in the sky?
Don’t you notice the chirping of the birds?
Walk to the beat of their music because the rain is stopping.
The rays of the sun pushed away from the clouds as did your determination.
If the tears of the sky can’t stop you, nothing can.

You’re almost there.

Don’t you see the butterflies at the end?
Don’t you smell the clean air once again?
You made it to the end of the rainbow with a glowing smile and a strong head.
Aren’t you proud of yourself?
Now, open your eyes and look around at the trees and the beaming sun.
Your rainbow is still there, don’t you see it?
Take a break if you must, but never stop moving.

-Mia J
12-12-2020

© 2020 Mia J

Being “grown-up” looked cool from a young mind’s eye.

No bedtimes.
Choosing when to eat veggies.
Driving behind the wheel.
Going wherever you please.
Earning lots of money.
Buying whatever you want.
Watching scenes not meant for kids.
Having freedom most importantly.

Then those young mind’s grew
and witnessed their personal pictures.

Setting an early alarm is
more important than
no bedtime.
Eating veggies becomes a necessity
rather than a choice.
Hard-earned money is spent on responsibilities
no one was informed about.
Friends grow apart and change like the weather.
Some boys become men.
Some boys stay boys.
Adults also have childish ways.
Family can have the mindset of a faux amie.
Some days, you may feel sunny.
Certain days, it will rain all over.
Being strong surpasses not crying over dropped ice cream.

Adulting is nice,
Adulting can be dun,
But don’t rush it, sweet little one!


-Mia J
7-17-2021

© 2021 Mia J

Any other page I’ve written was easily marked by blue or black ink.
Those pages contain thoughts that I wasn’t able to vocalize.
My mouth wouldn’t do justice so my right hand made sense of them.
As if my words were a deer, they leaped from my thought-filled mind and
onto a page where they adjusted to a new environment.

But now, my mind is just as blank as printer paper.
Perhaps I’ve written so many of my most concealed thoughts that I can’t write anymore.
Writer’s block?
Or maybe my thoughts are scattered to the east and west to gather themselves to make sense.
Somehow.

When they make sense, perhaps I could write about love.
I haven’t had it in what feels like forever.
I miss weekend dates, I miss midnight conversations, I miss cuddles, I miss learning his likes and dislikes, I miss exploring something fresh and new.
Do I even deserve love?
I can’t remember what it feels like to meet someone new.
Is it butterflies? Sparks?
I’ve made many mistakes in choices surrounding love.
How will I know I won’t make a mistake when the right one finally arrives?
Perhaps my love is lost or he also stopped to take an unintentional indefinite break.

Will my thoughts be about pain?
Or confusion?
Seems like I’ve been stagnant for too long,
but I don’t know how to move.
I want my day to be new for once.
I need constant motivation to start a career
that I don’t know what that will be.
My desires and the Plan could be two totally different things.
I just wanna be successful, but what
could that look like for me?  
Is the sky the limit?
My ambition will never die, but I hope the same for my drive to succeed.

Oh, right hand don’t fail me now!

So where will my thoughts go?
What will become of this page and
others just like it?
The possibilities are endless,
supposedly.
Where can I begin?
Where will I end?
Perhaps my hand with a blue and black pen will make sense of the Blank Pages.

-Mia J
4/2/2021

© 2021 Mia J

Yet another belabored black corpse swinging from a tree
like a camouflaged pendulum

That corpse had a name
a decent job and a sincere life
a soft voice and a loving heart

Ignorant hecklers only saw black skin
and acted accordingly

The body was drug back and forth
through mud and
Beaten on all parts until no more
blood was
left to pour out
Its hands were bound together tighter
than the rope
wrapped about its neck

The body hung from a tree-like
a star on a Christmas tree
Hecklers and onlookers smiled like
the dead black corpse
was a badge of honor

Each breath of the wind moved the body to and fro
The strongest breath didn’t make the
body fall
Children played near the dangling body
The stench of the black death won’t affect
their five senses ever

The body had a life before becoming
a sideshow attraction
The body had a life before becoming a
warning for others just like it

Such displays of blatant violence would always be an act of suicide
But society will always know the brutal and ugly
truth

-Mia J
9/26/2021

© 2021 Mia J

Once I had a conversation with a man,
who was supposed to be my man
but he was my brotha.
He fixed his lips to say,

“I dislike black girls… well not black girls, just girls as dark as you.”

My ears weren’t foreign to such ignorance,
but why is darker skin so shamed?
I thought I was ugly with black circles around my eyes and dark brown cheeks.

Skin-lightening products were too strong
for my sensitive, dark skin.

The bright sun was my biggest enemy because it baked me into something my brotha’s didn’t prefer.

Why can’t I have the same preference?

Why can’t the other dark-hued sista’s have that same preference?

Can a brotha handle being turned down because he’s a ******?

Would he too attempt to lighten his God-given skin?

Would he feel ugly?

If the dark-hued sista’s had the luxury...

Oh, if only!

Why must our brotha’s make us feel so down about dark hues?

We are all black and face enough over what we didn’t ask for.

All black women are beautiful,
but the milk chocolate and dark chocolate
ain't appetizing enough to be on your arms.

Is it self-hatred?

Our brotha’s came from black women.

As a matter of fact, we all did.

How dare one of us be disrespected in such poor taste?

A preference is fine, but disrespect because of hues is idiocy.

Like what you like, prefer what you prefer.
Don’t like my darker hues?
Fine.
But don’t attempt to put me or us down to lift up yourself.
Us dark-hued sista’s are as gorgeous as the morning sun.
No matter how dark we are,
we were baked under the perfect and strongest lights!


5-13-2021
Mia J

© 2021 Mia J

What was it about you that caught my eye?
Maybe it was your gentle smile.
It reminds me of my favorite music video and makes me
perk up each time I see it.
Maybe it was those eyes that looked like the most beautiful blue waterfalls that were created.
I get lost like a stranger in the woods every time I look at them and you.
This isn’t just a physical attraction,
but maybe it should just stay that.
I heard that opposites attract, but I must repel.
It ain’t fair.
No, it ain’t fair at all.
My heart aches when I think about how much my feelings for you hurt.
You’re like my brightest dreams I see at night.
I badly want to become one with the unconscious visions,
but I simply can’t.
I have many years of love stored up in my heart, and if you could be mine,
I’d make you my cynosure.
I’m confident that you would do the same.
Sadly, we’ll only ever do this in my dreams.
2-15-2021
-Mia J

© 2021 Mia J

I didn’t know how beautiful I was until my face was in my face.
I said goodbye to pricey hairstyles that went down to my ****
and only lasted a little over two months.
Such long hair framing my face made me overlook it.
The weave only ever added to my internal beauty.

My starter locs were an adjustment after minute one.
They framed my face as if I were a sunflower.
The ends of my locs were curlier than Shirly Temple’s.
So full of life and unique in their own way.
But I felt they didn’t match how long my natural hair was.
Those around me loved my hair, but I covered it up with wigs.
They were nice, but my locs needed breathing too.

Snapping pictures of my progress became my new hobby.
My frizz came in within a matter of weeks.
My budding started in the back and then spread out
like a wild forest fire.
I stopped wearing wigs after month 2.
I embraced my new look like they were firmly planted roses.
I watered them and gave them direct photosynthesis each day.

I kept my scalp oiled every 3 days to continue their cycle of life.
The growth spread like a wild forest fire.
It torched each of my locs until they all tangled up and looked alike.
I became my own photographer, snapping more pictures than ever before.
I became obsessed once I saw all of my progress.
How could I go back to weave now?
My locs are just gorgeous!

My hair changed before my eyes
and I can’t get enough.
My locs showed me a face that I thought needed
to be complimented by hair I had to pay for.
There’s nothing better than just fluffing out my hair in the
morning and going about my business.
Embracing my locs proved to me that
I was always beautiful just the way I was.

This hair journey is the best road I ever walked.
I won’t regret it ever!
Inner beauty is beautiful, but outer beauty is eye-catching.
I love my babies like I birthed them out of my scalp
And I can’t ever let them go!
Ever!!!


Mia J
11/2/2023

© 2023 Mia J



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A strong pair of hands belong gripped on my thick hips.
Squeezing them with raw lust that will flow through my body like a river of sin.
The face attached to those hands will smirk at me.
His hands will drift to my chocolate derriere.
Both cheeks won’t fit in his hands.
Yet he will have handfuls of my homegrown thickness.

He’ll have a pair of thick lips that will softly kiss my ****** ones.
His kiss would tell my body his deep desires.
He desires to be the first man to explore my love gardens.
My ***** is wrapped tighter than a highly anticipated birthday gift.
My vaginal walls tremble for a masculine touch.
His hands deserve access to unwrap my most prized possession.
My legs will spread apart with no hesitation.

His lips will greet my lower ones with a soft kiss.
My lower lips are more sensitive than a mimosa pudica.
My lower lips will respond with a cry of liquid pleasure.

And he will deserve it.
And I will need it.

His tongue strokes will send electricity through my body.
My ***** will become a swimming pool of excitement.
My walls will separate with each flick
to make room for something thicker.
My cat will eye his hard curiosity and crave a pounding.
I won’t need him to start tender.
My fingers will dig into his back as he enters my moist caverns.
My body will become his possession.
He will kiss my lips,
cheeks, and
neck as he conquers my body.

But missionary won’t be enough.

No,

I would need him behind me.
My cheeks will bounce off his pelvis and then clap together.
The clapping sounds will sound like a standing ovation to my ears.
Or that of me being in deep trouble.
The man won’t be mad.
Just overly excited.

My sheets and female region will be a mess.
So will his crotch.
His musky scent will be buried inside of me.
My juicy scent will lace the shaft of his ****.
Permanently.

I could touch myself regularly.
But his touch will be more satisfying.
My wet lips are his
and no other hand or shaft
could ever change that.

-Mia J
8/29/2021

© 2021 Mia J

I crave your taste every day.
I picked you on a bright summer day
among other berries like you.  
But your rough yet mushy exterior
tempted my senses one too many times.
As black as the midnight skies you are,
your taste is as delectable as your kiss.
Your juices coat my tongue and flow
down my throat like wine thrown in the air.
I constantly crave it.
One bite of you sets my tastebuds ablaze.

You’re just so juicy.
Each drop of you is beneficial
for my body.
Your Vitamin C brightens my skin
and works and relaxes my brain.
You assist with my sight and keep
me healthy and energetic.
You quench my thirst and fill my
belly,
each and every time.  
My peach adores you most.
Each bite of you makes her bigger.
Rounder, and fuller than a full moon.
She craves your sweet presence
as much as I do.

Your fruit is far from forbidden.

You’re just too tempting to
hold out for more than one
or two days at a time.  
I crave you everyday of the week.
You make my body feel wanted
and my being feel desired.

May I please just have you every day?
  
© 2024 Mia J

Warm kitty, moist kitty, let him untie your bow
Spread your legs and be his intimate ***
He knows your lewd desires without you telling
The concentrated flicks of his tongue will have you yelling
To the top of your lungs with years of hidden lust
Inhale and exhale if you must
Relax and let him give you his hard bone
Warm to the touch and stiffer than stone
Stroke after stroke will begin to poke
At that button causing you to feel stoked
Kitty Kat will tighten up and clamp
Your juices, as juicy as they please, will grow damp
Beneath your full moon
Your ****** will punctually arrive soon
The puddle will sneak out of your garden
He’ll beat it up so supremely that he won’t need a pardon

Your Kitty Kat is stronger than you know
She’s so tight that he won’t ever tell you no
She’s a Soprano while he is a baritone
That slings and swings lower than a silenced microphone

Kitty Kat was the lock and his bone was the lost key
That you waited for

Warm kitty, moist kitty, let Big Papa make that ***** purr.
You can handle every inch as the good girl you are.
Claw and scratch at his back and his sheets.

Foxy little Kitty Kat,
Let Big Papa conquer you as a lion conquers his lioness.

-Mia J
10/20/2024

© 2024 Mia J

Chocolate is delicious.

Dark chocolate is arguably the best.
Or should I say, your dark chocolate is the best.
The absolute best.
Shaped like a candy bar with nuts deep inside here and there.
Girth as thick as your forearm and length as long as a Boa Constrictor.
After the first touch,
I needed your dark chocolate.
I tasted it, I licked it, I played with it until my hand grew tired.
My lips became attached at first taste.
Having to pull them away felt like committing a crime.
Such a forbidden act led to more naughty actions.
If tasting you was so wrong, I didn’t deserve to be right.
I wish I could’ve enjoyed my first taste longer.
I remember my mouth being stuffed and filled up with your dark chocolate goodness.

When our bodies became one,
it felt like our dark chocolate floated on a nimbus cloud.
You melted onto me, and I couldn’t fight my need.
Our dark chocolate belonged melted on one another.
My mind stayed focused on you.
You looked at me like my chocolate, every drop of it; was your curvy possession.
Your dark chocolate was warm on top of mine.
It warmed me up and made me whole.
Each stroke was made with lust.
I couldn’t get enough.
And neither could you.
You splashed your chocolate milk to the deepest depths and left nothing unsplash.
I took it like the big girl that I am.

We melt together frequently.
It’s a crime for us to not to.
We’re the perfect pair.
Our bodies deserve to be melted together.
Sending waves of passion and love and lust to each other.

When our chocolate melts, the world stops.
Mother Nature grants us unlimited time to melt
onto each other.

Call me a Nymphomaniac because I am addickted to your dark chocolate.
Real bad.  

-Mia J
5/11/2023

© 2023 Mia J

Every inch of her body is his most prized possession.

Her ***** is his favorite part.

Her moisture level surpasses that of a shower from nature.

Not even a tsunami could outrain her.

Her velvet knows when her owner needs it.

The most sensitive part of her pink slowly trembles.

Will Daddy lick her too?

Or will he simply go between her lips?

They cry tears of impatience and lust when he decides.

It only makes it easier for him to slide in.

She adjusted to his length long before
he ever penetrated her.

The way it smelled made her mouth water like a fountain.

The warmth of him made her hotter than 350 degrees.

The taste reminded her of a lollipop she was forbidden to have.

So delicious and she anticipates him more than dessert.

He belonged in her mouth.

In present day, he lives there and populates daily.

She swallows every drop like the good girl she is.

His liquids travel down her throat like a roller coaster after it reaches its peak.

He places her legs on his shoulders and pounds away.

Her ***** may as well be a bass drum

While his **** is the drumstick that won’t stop beating
even if it knows it needs to rest.

He bends her over and pushes her stomach flat.

Her *** arched in the air like she’s a resident from St. Louis.

Daddy claps her luscious cheeks like she’s being punished.

He spills out all of his man milk inside of her
and no drop goes unwaisted.

Her slit could go for another round.
Even four more if Daddy wants.

Hell, they’d live in each other’s skin if it were possible.
Connecting the way they do sexually ought to be a kept secret.
Because one just can’t go without the other.
Flashbacks and **** imaginations won’t suffice one bit.
They need the real thing.
Their seductive fantasies are acted out every night.

Naturally lubricated *** that sounds as nasty as it does ****.
Warm bodies rubbing against the other while perspiration
sinks into the skin.
Sounds of passion color the air like a page torn from a Kamasutra.
**** faces framed with such pleasure that it can never be erased.

They’ll happily do as the other pleases.
Anytime, and definitely any place.

8/3/2023

© 2023 Mia J

Your arms are a safe space that I wish I never had to leave from.
If I lay on you any closer, our bodies would dissolve causing us to become one.
Such innocent intimacy has caused my mind to wander to places I’ve been taught it shouldn’t.
I’ve grown tired of my imaginations so let’s explore each other.
This time I promise I won’t even think of saying no.
The only ones who will know of this sacred moment are you and I.
Hold me like always and plant your lips on mine.
I’d be under your spell immediately.

Oh, I just know that I will!

As our lips dance together, your hands would act out their own experiment.
But you’d know how thick my thighs are.
How soft my chest is.
And how excited you make me.
But there was another object that you were yet to unveil to me.
Chills run down my spine every time I think about it.
The feeling of it pushing inside of my moist caverns was too much:
At first.
But your husky voice in my ear whispering sweets calmed me down.

Is this what going out of space feels like?

With each movement from your hips, I felt like I was closer and closer to oblivion.
This moment….
These movements…
Are everything I shouldn’t be indulging in
But I needed your warm body on top of mine.
My imaginations were no good anymore.
I needed just one time to see if my fantasies were worth visualizing,
and I had no reason whatsoever to be disappointed by your actions.

5-9-2021
Mia J

© 2021 Mia J

Her storms had been brewing for far too long.
Summer could only rain in June.
But her storms were on the brink of splashing down.
Humidity naturally caused her atmosphere to be hot annually.
June had run out of chances for Summer.
Summer was past the age of drizzling a small amount
on her own.

July came after June.
And was Summer’s new favorite month.
July made Summer so moist.
But she couldn’t let her storms come.  

At first.

Summer needed permission to rain in July.
But July was above 96 degrees on the first.
July made Summer feel warm and welcome.
July gave Summer a chance to relax properly.
Summer relaxed and let her storm rain all over July.
Her full clouds rumbled and clapped furiously on July.

Her waters made July as soaked as the Atlantic Ocean.
Summer couldn’t hold out for too long.
One release in July confirmed her need for a release
more frequently.
Summer was a hot-natured season.
And only wanted a month who could match her alluring ways.

-Mia J
7-11-2021

© 2021 Mia J

Do I have your
permission to lead
you to your bedroom?
My visualizations want
to spring out of my
head and lay between
your sheets. Do I
have your permission
to light
candles? Witnessing
our reflections on the
wall would be an art
exhibit within itself.
The equivalent of a lion conquering his thick lioness.
Do I have your permission to have your face as my seat?
Your tongue flowing up and down my slit is an
action I can’t live without.
Making me as wet as a river.
Splashing your thickset lips.
Do I have your permission to be as bad as I want to be?
I want to wrap my lips around your shaft
And then feel it tease my ******.
I want your **** to regroup my insides
Any way it sees fit.
I want my cheeks to jounce off of you and jiggle.
I want it to excite you even more.
I want you to choke me and call me a **** and your little *****.
I want my legs to shake before you finish.

But first, I need your permission.

8/2021 (Original date)

5/11/2023
-Mia J
  
© 2021 Mia J

Nostalgia from my childhood and what I wasn’t alive for.
Reminding me of listening to the radio and CD players.
Played for the umpteenth time and still heard for the first.
Connected through lyrics written with passion and strength.
Understood for the art it was intended to be.
Instrumentals pouring through my soul like Henny on ice.
Being transported nationally and internationally by the taps of my fingers.
Careless enough to explore any genre of my choosing.
Appreciated for the creativity and beauty and dedication.

A chance to escape to forget but never forgetting to truly escape.

Music has the power to inspire those that also want to create.
It can set you free if you let it.
Music can turn a world on its head back upside.
It can lift up a hung-down head, bring joy to a sad spirit.
Music can do what’s wanted and especially needed.

My ears and my heart cherish the instrumentals, the lyrics, the chance to find memories,
the opportunity to vibe.
Chance after chance to enjoy just one thing as it was, is, and always will be.

-Mia J
9/2/2024

© 2024 Mia J

I learned lessons that I hated.
I thought thoughts I didn’t want to repent for.
I cried over molehills I turned into mountains.
I was accused of things that weren’t my fault.
I loathe coming to this place of Hell everyday.
Dealing with strangers and their attitudes.
I don’t want to smile in their faces for another day.
I kick myself for accepting this job offer.

I
have
had
enough.

All of this for a job?
For a place that would replace me like ***** underwear?
For a place where I’m merely a number?

No, not a worker.

What loyalty do I owe to them?
I ain’t happy.
It’s been that way for a while.
They know I ain’t happy.
So what if I choose to leave?
I’ll be doing myself a much needed favor.

Let me slap down this edited two weeks notice on my manager’s desk.
And tell her I’ll never come back again.
I’ll happily do an exit interview and finally say my burning words of fury.
What I gotta lose then?
I gotta go and I’m **** happy.
Keep this job and work it yourself to see how I feel.

I’ll be just fine in my new place of employment.
I may not have been the best worker,
But don’t say I wasn’t a good one.
I dealt with more and I’m not even in your position.
Don’t be shocked.
You know good and well this day was coming.

Have fun!

© 2021 Mia J

She walks with her head held high
Because she knows her purpose
She’s a woman put on this Earth to succeed
The class that she has didn’t come from any public school
Her class was learned from the nature she lives by
As well as from the strong women in her life
She struts her stuff for herself
Why shouldn’t she, it’s her isn’t it?
She speaks with clarity and purpose
Everything she touches turns to royalty
She’s well aware of what she wants out of life
This woman knows that people will dislike her
She’s well aware that ain’t her problem but every part of theirs
She’s independent
See, sis knows a man should add value to her life
Not become the reason she has one
Each day, sis lives her absolute best life
She knows that she’s the best within herself
And shines like the golden star she is
8/21/2018
-Mia J

© 2018 Mia J

What is more precious than a diamond from the South of Africa?
This Black Diamond right here from Savannah.
My skin is that of a smooth dark brown and pretty black.
A mixture of beauty as well as grace.
The sun looked upon me and smiled and decided to bake me in her perfect light.
My voice is that of smooth honey and lavender.
It flows with an extensive vocabulary and is soft and pleasing to the ears.
What could be more precious than a Black Diamond?
No, I am not a size 2.
And society will not tell me that I’m not beautiful because of this.
My stomach may be big but it gives me a softer hug.
It adds to my outer beauty and I embrace every part of it.
My thighs are thick and stacked.
These two mamas help me stand upright and walk with a sense of pride.
My legs and my feet may be small but they have taken me through some good and bad times.
But nonetheless, I’m still here because of it.
My mother as well as other women in my family blessed me with shapeliness.
These parts shape my body, not my character.
Tell me, what is more precious than this Black Diamond?
My smile has no price but it has enriched my life as well as others.
Saying my smile brightens up the room would be cliche.
Instead, it has graced rooms with its simple brightness.
What is more precious than this Black Diamond?
I’ve shined in the difficult times.
I’ve been strong in the good.
My brains are a mixture of the women whose shoulders I stand on.
My personality is unique and bubbly.
Laughter is one of my favorite things to do.
I am unique because of my small stature.
Do I come off as conceited because I love myself?
Apologies if I do none if I don’t.
I know who I am as a beautiful, beautiful black woman.
God made me this way and He made no mistake.
A precious Black Diamond I will be in His perfect and divine image.
5/25/2018
-Mia J

© 2018 Mia J

Oh, I wish I had the wings of a butterfly!
I’d fly far, far away
and land on the prettiest flower.
I’d indulge in its peaceful beauty and sweet nectar.
I left my cocoon long ago and the present is all mine to explore.
I grew and grew for many days until my shell was no longer suitable.
Now it’s my time to be who I am.
You see,
I come with many colors.
My bright ones add light to the atmosphere.
My darker ones send coded messages to those who dare to listen.

For I am one with nature but I lack the ability of flight.
Such an ability would help me flutter more in my true self.
The weather was warm with open arms when I left my shell.
Oh I wish I could fly with the other butterflies!
But perhaps it’s better if I’m solo for some time.
I may not be as fast as them and I wouldn’t want to slow them down.

The ladybug and the shining sun will bring me proof.
Should I ever have butterfly wings,
The smiliest and prettiest flower would be my first destination.
4-15-2020
-Mia J

© 2020 Mia J

How could love be a four-letter word but be so complex?
It’s hard to describe because it’s a feeling
you get, no not just for anyone.
They have to be special enough to make your
heartbeat faster.
It has to make your soul cry for that special person.
And the mere thought of that person has to
cause pink butterflies in your butterfly.

Real love, true love is as beautiful as the pink Camellia.
Its light pink hues give off gentleness.
Real love, true love is never forced.
It flows like a river of honey
and blooms in the sun and rain.
The Green is the backbone and the Lover.
The beautiful Pink flowers are the Beloved.
When these two come together, there’s no separating.
Only a real and true love as nature intended.

Real love, true love is like a white Camellia.
It adores the hearts that have combined.
For those two hearts are pure with clear intentions.
There’s no ill-intent.
They waited for nature patiently.
Nature watched as they grew from her roots
and blossomed perfectly for each other.
The energy and vibes are verified by the stars.
When two such flowers become one,
no separation is necessary.
They can only be a real and true love as nature intended.

Real love, true love is as symbolic as the
red Camellia.
Red is the desire, the want that the beating hearts had for so long.
The deep desire that kept their hearts beating.
The red Camellia blooms beautifully as nature
intended it to.
The love that sprouts will be so deep and heartfelt
that it will never end.
It’ll go on for eternity and represent just what
nature wanted it to.

Real love, true love can’t be found so easily.
This love may seem like it’s taking too long
but when it arrives,
bear in mind,
It was never late.

-Mia J
4-15-2020

© 2020 Mia J

Something that needs more attention and convo.
I’ve known about it since a youngin’
But I didn’t understand it then.
Now that I do,  
there’s confliction.
I’m straddling the fence with this.
My husband is supposed to be the man with the  
key to my body.
I’m years from marriage plus  
my mind thinks of the act.
A lot.  
Apparently, this is wrong.  
I thought I was only human.
Don’t they understand *** is everywhere?
Isn’t the thought better than the action?
I made the decision to wait.
Not because of the past teachings.
This is my body, my choice.
I can’t bring myself to give away
my most cherished part
away so easily.
Is the choice easy?
Even in singleness, the thoughts
and temptation is everywhere.
I could find a guy.  
Any guy.
And have fun.
But would it mean more to me than him?
Is the choice fair?
I can’t argue with the Word.
But I have free will.  
The main thing I want to avoid is soul ties.  
Those can’t leave me as quick a bad
fun session.
Will my wait be worth it in the end?
I hope so.  
This may not be easy,
Let alone fair.  
But in my eyes, it’s right.
-Mia J
10-8-2019


© 2019 Mia J

What made Martin Luther a King?
He had the courage of Moses and the power of 10 lions
He took a stand for what was right when many feared to do so
He became the voice the black men and women needed at the time
But loathed by the oppressors
He stood up and taught blacks
Peace and nonviolence
He began the decade long fight for the rights our ancestors waited so long and fought for
But were denied with like a quick snap
He marched for the black vote to matter
He marched for blacks to have an education and to be able to work
He fought for blacks to be treated as human beings and not aliens
He helped us to become equal and not succumb to segregation
The fight wasn't easy
He and others were met with vicious dogs, water hoses, and brutal beatings
But his voice still had the authority and power to cause shifts like a dangerous hurricane
The enemy attempted to silence the King with a bullet to the neck
He may not be here physically but his teachings and works will forever live on
MLK had a dream that one day
Us brothers and sisters would unite
And become one like it was meant to be
He put up a true fight of faith until the end
Martin Luther King Jr is everything we need him to be
One of the most prolific leaders of all time
His dream will always live on
Brothers and Sisters, we are the very reason for his persistence
-Mia J
1/16/2019

© 2019 Mia J

Baby girl, I was your age a while ago
But it won’t be long before you’re mine
Listen, high school ain’t bad
There’s a difference between the screen & reality
No you won’t be bullied but learn to have a voice
It ain’t nothing wrong with being shy but don’t stay in that cocoon
I was there for too long and I missed too much
It ain’t nothing wrong with wanting a boyfriend
Understand no man is perfect so rid yourself of a checklist
Single women can’t be picky women baby girl
You’ll cry and cry but He will send you guys and you’ll be checking
Save yourself the tear filled days & nights
But you will meet a guy
Don’t worry about when he will come
Just know he will
It ain’t nothing wrong with who you are
You’re fun-sized, gorgeous, and intelligent
You’re a diamond who will make it through the pressure
Girls who couldn’t be you will dislike you
This is their problem not yours
Guys will look at you and like what they see
It’s up to you if they approach you
It ain’t nothing wrong with wanting friends
But too many ain’t where it’s at baby girl
One minute, everybody is cool
Then the next minute, there’s drama
We’re all human it happens
But baby girl, you don’t want to be around all that
Kick it with two or three
One if you have too, neither one is bad
You’re different baby girl
Accept that now and live your life
Five years from now, you’ll be my age
Don’t rush a minute of high school
14 and 19 are different ball games
Baby girl stay true to you
It ain’t nothing wrong with that
11/22/2017
-Mia J

© 2017 Mia J

You say you can make me happy
I want to know how
You say you can buy me what I like
You say you can make me smile
You say you can make me feel special
I want to know how
You say you can buy me purses, shoes, and perfume
You say you can kiss me softly
You say you can spend all your money on me
I look at you confused
You ask, “what’s wrong?”
I say that if that’s all you have to offer me, then I’m not missing out on much
You look shocked and say, “but how?”
If I wanted a man to buy me what I liked such as a purse, shoes, or perfume
I’d get a sugar daddy
I’m not a girl who gets excited by a man buying me materials and expecting me to be happy
I happen to be a Queen
I love kisses a lot I do
But if you think that kissing me is the only way to make me smile, then you’re sadly mistaken
Tell me a cheesy joke
Surprise me at work just because
Ask me how my day went
Give me a foot rub while we watch something on TV
I do not wear a silver plastic tiara like a princess
I wear a golden crown like a Queen
Let me be clear, I like getting gifts
But if gifts will be the only way you show you care
Then you might as well be on to the next
Spending all your money on me might make me feel special
You stop me and say “but it’ll  make you feel like a Queen”
I shake my head no
You doing that might make me feel special
But there’s more value to me as a woman than your money
Your money impresses a princess
But the man you are will have a lasting impression on a Queen
12/21/2017
-Mia J  

© 2017 Mia J

In the wrong hands
You could be used
In the right hands
You could be handled
I struggle with you
You’re so close
But yet so far out of reach
They talk about how good you are
But I can’t trust you
Even though, you being yourself is completely harmless
Let’s imagine you weren’t
If I could embrace you
I’d use you with care
My dome wouldn’t multiply because of you
I’d think wisely with you
I’d make careful decisions and plans with you
However, I’m not that thirsty for you
I don’t need your credibility
Because deep down
I have all the flavor I need
4/24/2018
-Mia J

© 2018 Mia J

There’s a difference between hearing and listening
For 19 years, I heard my voice
As sweet as honey
As smooth as a baby's skin
With an alto voice range
It rang in my head through the day and night
By plenty conversations I had with peers and family alike
See, I sounded sophisticated
Like a classy woman who knows her value
I sounded professional with big words I learned
From many novels I fancied
But I didn't listen to my voice
I heard the authority
I know what I said and I heard what I spoke
One day I decided to listen to my voice
I wrote a poem to a 14 year old
Telling baby girl to not be so shy
Telling baby girl to not be afraid to be herself
Telling baby girl that she's a precious diamond who didn't burst
Under the pressure that surrounded her
And I listened
And understood why some say women like me are too loud
They know our voices will cause shifts
And make some changes
I ignored them and wrote more
I performed at open mics
I listened to the raw talent and the voice I ignored
My attention was caught by the voice I was blessed with
Just like loud thunder and lightning
It boomed and caused many to listen to me
My voice needs to be heard and will continue to be heard
For as long as I can
My voice will sustain me
After all, my voice doesn't lie to me
-Mia J
11/9/2018
© 2018 Mia J

Of course I miss long conversations
At night with a deep voice in my ear
Sure I miss going out every weekend
Enjoying the presence of a special someone
Being wrapped in a man’s arms does sound relaxing
Listening to his heartbeat
Telling him whatever is on my mind
Him making me laugh
Occasionally buying me flowers
Sending me sweet text messages
And being the only caller ID I care about
However
It’s just a want
And by no means a need
I want a man who compliments me
I don’t mean just calling me beautiful
I want a man whose continuously learning
Someone who has or is working for a degree
And has a personal relationship with God
Who drives his own whip
And isn’t so caught up on material things
However
That seems too much too ask for
Many would fall at any man’s feet
But I can’t
No I don’t have a checklist
But if he’s coming in my life
He better have something going on
I’m not desperate
I refuse to accept someone who isn’t trying for nothing
I’m a woman of high value
My confidence is in the walk I do
It’s in the way I carry myself
See I know who I am
And the special man coming has to know the same
My standards may be too high for some
I may come off as stuck up
For not giving just any man a chance
At the end of the day
If I’m pushing 30 years old still single
The last thing I did was settle
I will be living my best life
Man or no man
I’m comfortable with my singleness
Until the right guy comes along who treats me right
And means me well
I’ll continue to be single and happy
Than in a relationship and silently miserable
-Mia J
02/26/2019

© 2019 Mia J

Black girl, black girl, look in the mirror.
Do you know who that woman is you see?
Study her for a few seconds.
What do you think of her?
Is she to you what she is to others?
Anyone can tell you she’s beautiful,
but it means nothing if your eyes don’t glisten on their own.
Her cheekbones are high and may puff out like that
gorgeous afro she rocks when the weather is nice.
Black girl, black girl, look in the mirror.
Who do you really see?
Plump lips, deep brown eyes, and chocolate skin is what you see.
But who do you see?
She isn’t just any kind of woman.
No, no, no
That’s a strong woman in that mirror.
She has a head on her shoulders filled with positive thoughts.
Such as one day making the world hers and inspiring others.
You’re looking at a woman who is bad.
She knows who she is and she ain’t afraid to be herself.
She’s a woman who moves with clarity and purpose.
She believes that nothing is impossible for her to do.
Is she perfect?
Not at all.
She’s made mistakes but she’s learned from them and became the woman she
stands as today.
Black girl, black girl you’re staring at profound greatness and destiny.
You forgot who you are so I thought
I’d remind you.
This world will never keep a strong
woman like you down.
Look in that mirror and blow a
thousand kisses to the woman that you see.
Everyday won’t be easy.
But you remember who you
are and make this world your Queendom beautiful!!
-Mia J
7/3/2020  

© 2020 Mia J

Let me school you about a girl I know very well
She’s one of the realest
Grew up in the Peach state
She was called a nerd because her nose stayed in a book
She was labeled as white because she talks “proper”
And she listens to other music other than rap
Queen, Def Leppard, and Journey
They called her weird because she stayed to herself
They just couldn’t understand her
Look here,
She’s set to the side
This girl is one puzzle piece who doesn’t fit in
Neither does she try to
She ain’t gotta talk to everyone
Not everybody deserves her time
She reads and writes because her voice needs to be heard
She listens to what she wants to because she can
They cast her out as a missfitt
But she don’t mind
She ain’t got no shame
Her favorite rapper told her the realest people won’t have lots of friends
He told her to keep her head up
That the only one who could judge her was the man up above
He told her it’s her against the world
See, the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
The more she’s herself
The more she’ll be in touch with her roots
The girl has values and morals
She won’t dare settle just for bragging rights
Being a missfitt makes her unique
Being a missfitt makes her ****
Being herself is freeing
Dark skin, stretch marks, plus knowledge beyond her years
I adore this girl
Being myself the “nerd”
See, this is for the ones who ain’t afraid
To show off their natural physique
The ones with piercings and armbands and glasses and tattoos all over
For the ones who are fearlessly themselves
A missfitt is not a ******
Rather a person who is fearlessly themselves
And nothing or no one else but that
11-26-2018
-Mia J

© 2018 Mia J

My sister, my sister what happened to you?
You were so beautiful and unique
Now you’ve warped into a new being
Physically you hate what you see
You want airbags and silicone
It’s your body so do what you please
But when one pops and the other drops
You were beautifully unique
My sister, my sister what happened to your mindset?
You once dreamed of love, now you hate it
You can’t hate something you never truly had
Every man doesn’t cheat
Every man won’t hurt you
My sister, my sister what happened to your self-esteem?
Was it there once?
Did too much media change it?
Were you told that your standards are too high?
Why do you call yourself an animal?
It’s not affectionate
Neither cute
A man can’t call you that
Neither should you or your friends
No matter how it’s said, it’s still disrespectful
My sister, my sister you’re a Queen
Behave like one
12/11/2018
-Mia J

© 2018 Mia J

Black Mare, Black Mare.
Do you know who you are?
The outside is clear to see,
But the inside, you have yet to meet.
Don’t let the mystery puzzle you Black Mare.
Dig deep and accept your power and truly get to know the real you.
The power that lives within is unimaginable.
Many can’t understand the fearlessness that you have,
But you Black Mare, oh you know exactly who you are.
You let the fear of the unknown stop you.
Life is only a chocolate box.
And fear is only an allusion programmed to you.
Black Mare, the world needs you.
Black Mare, don’t you know who you are?
Don’t you know that you were put here to do anything you could imagine?
You were put here to make a change.
To inspire the other Mares around you and behind you.
To let them know that they could be a Queen like you.
Black Mare, Black Mare,
Your blackness represents strength.
Your trot that turned into a strut is power and grace.
Black Mare, you were fashioned to be amazing.
That vision you have of yourself will come to pass.
Accomplish whatever you want.
Step out on faith and make this world yours.
And all you have to do is believe that you are everything you can and will become.
Black Mare, Black Mare you are a stunning sight to see.
Black Mare, Black Mare change your thoughts.
And become that woman that you are destined to be.
Mia J
-5/13/2019  

© 2019 Mia J

Baby, what have you done to me?
I’m about to lose my very sanity over you my darling.
My thoughts are filled with nothing but you.
I think of a future that I want you to initiate.
One where you’re my lover.
You’d make the good days better.
And the bad days are made more bearable by your kind words and peaceful presence.
I’m told I overthink things, but you’re worth every thought my love.
Even when I try not to think of you, I still do.
Whenever you walk towards me, my hands begin to shake.
My heart skips a beat when you look at me.
And when you smile, chills cover my outer being.
You entertain me with conversations about life.
You excite me with you just being you.
I’ve heard that no one is perfect.
But I would argue that you are my love.
That perfect gentleman is you and all you.
My goodness, feels like I’ve known you my whole life.
I crave you in a way that’s not how it sounds.
One ****** move would ruin this sweet thang.
I have a passion for you that won’t be understood by most.
It would be thought of as lust.
No, I need a spiritual connection where I know it’s nothing but raw emotions.
Your arms wrapped around my body letting me know I’m secure.
A soft caress on my cheek would make my dark skin have a small hint of pink.
A soft kiss from your plump lips would set my heart ablaze.
24 hours with you wouldn’t be enough.
Perhaps an extra 1 could be added.
Just to admire the beautiful man that you are.
What have you done to me, my love?
Time decided to bring you into my comfortable life.
She couldn’t have decided on a more perfect setting.
Day by day, I thought of you.
I dreamed of you and thought that soon,
He’ll be my King.
It didn’t need to work out with any of my exes.
And you’re the reason why.
My love for you passes every moon and every star that was created.
See, now and again, I want to let you know that I appreciate you for who you are.
From me to you my love.
From me to you.



-Mia J
8-7-2018

© 2018 Mia J

Why did skin color and race become one and the same?
Countless people have said that there’s only one race;
the human race.
But that’s false.
The color of one’s skin separates them from everyone else.
It’s as if we don’t all breathe oxygen.
Or talk in our own languages.
Or walk here and there and everywhere else.
Or have our own kinds of thoughts.
The only thing that makes us different is our skin color.
Literally,
that’s the only thing.

No one chose their skin color,
so why hate and discriminate based on it?
Speaking for myself,
I love being a black woman.  
I’m left with no other choice.
Everyone wants to keep me low,
but I go high.
Even though this world hates me the most,
I show it that I’m still going to step on its neck each
and every time.

Being a decent human being isn’t difficult.
What satisfaction is derived from being disrespectful to someone’s
who’s different from you?
If you had to wear the shoes of everyone
you blindly hate,
you’d be singing a much friendlier tune.
There’s enough ugliness in this world.
Hatred solves and proves nothing.
This Earth needs some serious cleansing.
And that can only happen by everyone
accepting that we’re all the same as the next person.

-Mia J
2/10/2021

© 2021 Mia J

Friday was payday
Her check was 2,500
She ignored her bills and went shopping
She went to an outlet that sold expensive bags
There were people who looked like her
They shook their heads and kept walking
There were more people who looked like her
They were by the expensive bags with no shame
She went to the expensive bags and grabbed a white and gold one
It would look good with her gel nails
She goes to the checkout line
The girl who looks like her tries to buy a GG
The GG is 1,500 she only has 1,200
Her tiny square declined and she bursts with water and leaves
The girl with 2,500 steps up to buy
The cashier is named Snow
Snow smiles with pity and scans the tag
The girl’s total is 2,450
She hesitates due to her responsibilities
But decides to swipe her tiny square anyway
The screen turns green and snow turns white
She leaves the store happy with her purchase
Later, she gets a knock on her apartment door
Her landlady comes with an outstretched hand
The girl looks to be staring at the dead
She says she has “no money”
Her landlady gives her 2 hours to pack her materials and go
The girl has to live with her mother
And the only problem the mother had was with her own priceless bags
11/29/2017
-Mia J

© 2017 Mia J

Her name is Mia
Some people call her Mimi
I’ve known her for 20 years
She’s beautiful
She has a smile as gorgeous as the sun and golden full moon
Her laugh would make birds chirp even more
She has a big nose
She once hated it
She has an uneven skin tone
Mixed with black and brown
She once hated this
Then there’s her cheekbones
Her voice is low like an alto’s but she’s
an orator
She has natural black hair
that curls and shrinks
She’s 5’0 ft and proud
She’s thick and curvy
She's beautiful
Her name is Mia
Some people call her Mimi

Then there’s me
My name is Ta’Mia
Middle name is Mikki (a)
I’m Mia’s owl
I love her
I might be small on the outside
But on the inside, I’m as tall as I want
Big things do come in small packages
I’m a wonderful woman
Mia will understand her hardships
I tell her to be strong
I help her to walk with a strut
I help her keep her head up
We’re a force to be reckoned with
No, I’m not perfect
Neither is Mia
But we put one foot in front of the other
continuously
And walk to success and greatness

-Mia J
1-28-2019
© 2019 Mia J

Over the years music has played an important role in my life.
When I was upset, I played music to cheer myself up.
When I was happy, music sat by my side and cheered with me.
When I was depressed, music wrapped its cozy arms around me and acted as a close friend.

My shoulder to lean on.
My words when I couldn’t think of anything to say.
The reason why I was strong when everything tried its hardest to make me weak.
The one thing that I will always welcome to soothe me.

The music that graces my ears is as diverse as the colors of a rainbow.
Each one has its own significant meaning
and is a beautiful site to see and feel.
The words of my favorite songs float
from my speakers,
to my ears,
and then to my soul.
I like the songs I like
and I love the songs that I love.

There are many genres of music.
And me being the unique individual that
I am,
I can’t stick to one genre.
if my ears and soul dig a song,
Why can’t I do the same?

The 511 songs on my phone are shuffled.
When I press play, rock music could start the show.
Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Aerosmith, The Eagles, or the Police, or Jimi Hendrix.
If I fast forward to the next song, rap might take the stage.
Tupac, Ice Cube, 3 6 Mafia, Bone Thugs N Harmony, Ludacris, TI, Lil Wayne, Drake, J.Cole.
Pop songs could pop out next.
Michael Jackson, The Weeknd, Sam Smith, Ariana Grande, Lizzo, Doja Cat, Lady Gaga.
R&B would want to follow.
New Edition, Adina Howard, Brandy, Erykah Badu, Aaliyah, TLC, Fantasia, Beyonce, Keyshia Cole, Amerie, Ashanti, Usher.
BTS, Blackpink, or Jay Park might conclude or continue the show.
As they always do.

Each song I jam to is distinctive.
I feel as though no one song is the same as the next.

My phone is the time capsule that contains the treasures to my ears.
I may start in the 1970s and travel to the 2000s.
Or I may start in the 2010s and go back to the 1990s.
Whichever song decides to play first, I will always listen to it like it’s my first time.

Mia J
3-14-2021

© 2021 Mia J

Her tears first started after she bit an apple.
The instructions were to not eat from the Tree of Knowledge.
She was deceived by a lurker in the grass and flipped the Earth on its head.
As she left the beautiful green garden, her tears sunk into the grasses giving it and everything else life.
Her tears poured out like a tsunami when her son murdered his brother over envy.
Her ears and eyes cried when she heard the screams of her daughters bearing new life.
No one cared about her tears as she was forced away from her home.
Nobody protected her from hands that didn’t belong near her body.
She and her sisters flooded the oceans and seas with salty tears from their swelled-up eyes.
She was never silent with her crying, but no one ever heard her.
Her body as well as those of her children were consciously buried at sea to avoid the atrocities that awaited them in the New World.
Her disobedience caused mankind to fall, but her children were innocent.
Initially.
But has she not cried enough?
Are her tears not an acceptable display of how sorry she is?
The Earth continues to be fertilized by her tears and she’ll never stop giving it life.
Her sons and daughters hate each other and are hated by individuals who are just like them.
She and her sisters left enough tears at their children’s graves to bring them back to life.
Her tears are scattered all over this Earth and yet she’s still crying for all of her children.
Won’t they just learn from their mother’s mistake so they won’t inherit her heavy heart and swollen eyes?

-Mia J
10-21-2020

© 2020 Mia J

Been single for about two years
It ***** at times but I don’t hate it
Though I’ve had some potential suitors
None have gone any further than it should
Here’s my latest
I felt feelings
That I didn’t want to confess
I felt comfortable
In a way that felt reciprocated at times
He was cute
Chocolaty just like I like my men
But I hesitated
See I wanted him
But to him
I was only his friend
Nothing more, nothing less
In my mind, we were in a relationship
I missed the part where this wasn’t reality
I call other women delusional for such a thing
But who am I?
No better than the rest
Certainly not better than the next
I claim my potential must have this and that
But I ignore one thing to keep everything
That I assumed was there
No blame to this guy
He did no wrong
I did too much
I overthink a lot but I wasn’t wrong with this one
Here’s the truth
I knew all along
I knew for a fact that we weren’t a match
That what I wanted
He didn’t have
My mind may go into overdrive
But with this, she wasn’t wrong
I tucked the truth in the back of the bus
And drove to do to what was a lie
I knew we were only friends
My heart wanted him but nature wouldn’t let it happen
I’m woman enough to admit my wrong
Him not saying anything was everything I needed to hear
No dates
No phone calls
No not even a suggestion or a move
Here’s the truth
I won’t fight myself for this
I’ll pull back and remain
My heart won’t hurt anymore
I will move on and continue to learn
I’ll be just fine
I’m only human after all
Here’s the deep truth
I don’t chase after a man
No more will I think and blindly act like a title
That’s not exclusive
I’ll speak the man I want into existence
Though it may be hard and even upsetting at times
I’ll wait for that right man
Who puts in effort and does the best he can
To show me his interest
Who has what I want and need
He’ll be the man I dreamed of
Here’s the truth
I thank you to the potentials
You showed me what I didn’t need in my life
You helped me to remove the blinders
To see that I deserve better
I thank you and have nothing but love for you
That’s the truth

© 2019 Mia J

Forget about what they say for one second.
And hear what I’m saying.
I don’t care what society says about you,
I love you.
You are not dangerous.
You are my sisters and my protectors.
You’re no threat to society.
But you are a threat to my heart.
There’s just something about y’all that I can’t put my finger on.
I love you, my brothers.
No, you are not a ****.
You are a man of character and integrity.
You are a scholar and very determined.
You’re the doctors that heal our wounds.
You’re the teachers that give us more knowledge about ourselves.
You’re the soldiers that fight for your Queens, Princes, and Princesses.
You’re everything that you could and will be.
You were made as royal Kings.
Outspoken are you all.
Strong in every way I could imagine.
I love the tight afros y’all rock.
Your low cut with your tapeline makes you yummy.
Those dreads on you don’t stand a chance against our hands.
And please don’t get me started with y’all wearing braids.
Please stop following up with this backward society my brothers.
You can be anything you put your mind to.
Keep your head held high and make us and you proud.
Know that I as your sister as well as your Queen loves you.
We all appreciate and admire you all.
And don’t you think you’re anything less than a handsome, melanated King.

© 2018 Mia J

I wasn’t given the spirit of fear
I was given love, power, and a sound mind
But what about my peace?
Day by day I live and face the unknown
I wasn’t born weak
But sometimes the negativity and the savagery hurts
Sometimes I want to ask my Father up above why
Not on noe “woe is me” kind of thing
Why do people who don’t even know hate me
But I’m only truly loved by a small handful
Why must I exist in a world that’s ugly
But I’m supposed to somehow make it beautiful
I wasn’t given the spirit of fear
I was given love, power, and a sound mind
But what about my peace?
Here’s the thing, I refuse to be weak
I come from a line of fighters and warriors
This world is dark
But I am apart of the light that will help it shine
I was given love, power, and a sound mind
My love comes from God
My power comes from God
Most importantly, my peace comes from God

© 2018 Mia J

You’ll have to forgive me

I didn’t see the writing on the wall

You’ll have to forgive me

There were no words to say to ease the pain

You’ll have to forgive me

I saw the left road, while you saw the right

You’ll have to forgive me

These things don’t happen often

You’ll have to forgive me

If I did wrong but I don’t know what that could be

You’ll have to forgive me

I’m not trying to be insensitive

You’ll have to forgive me

I stepped on your white rose
You don’t have the same experiences as me
And it’s not fair
I lost you
And it isn’t fair
I guess I understand what you said when you said it

You’ll have to forgive me

I stepped on your white rose, unknowingly
I thought we were pals
But feelings came that you can’t explain

You’ll have to forgive me
You’re hurt but so am I
I thought we were pals
But things will never be the same
I didn’t know what to say when you told me your feelings
I didn’t think things would end how they did
But I suppose it’s just this thing we call life

I know things won’t be the same
I think that’s what really bad about it all

You’ll have to forgive me
But I suppose it’s just this thing we happen to call life

You’ll have to forgive me
But I hope you never forget me

Listen,
I don’t know who you are
But apparently, I know you somehow
You were in my dreams
But I could never see your face
A mystery I hope gets solved soon
I wanna meet you already
But it may not be our time
Do you know how much I have dealt with?
Sour apples
That almost ruined my hopes
False actions and lies
That became irritating later than sooner
The painful truth,
Left unspoken but heard loudly
Do you realize what is happening?

But I haven’t lost my hope, yet
Somehow
I see you in my dreams
Never fully, just partially
I wish I knew your name at least
You may be dealing with the same
The foolishness and pettiness
Made up faces,
Things that are plastic
One day of interest and the next
No one knows you
And you may be questioning about me too
I want to tell you I’m almost there
But are you?
I feel I'm close to meeting you
But nature has her way of tricks
I thought I learned enough this last year
But life has opened my eyes
Actions speak louder than words
Looks are only that
It’s nothing wrong with sticking to my standards

You know,
Love is patient
Real love has no rush
Love has no way of explanation
It has a feeling that when it hits
It can only be real
I don’t think you’ll be like the rest
The thing that I want
Has to be more real than my ***** hair
You’ll be the one I’ve been praying and waiting for

I hope you know how to make me smile
Smiles look better than frowning
I’m optimistic
And don’t like being upset,
All the time
I hope you are a man of true character
Not a counterfeit
A man who has a great relationship with God
You know who you are
And ain’t afraid to be yourself
Waiting for me won’t be a problem for you
I want us to express our feelings and love
Without becoming too physical
Such a gift shouldn’t be shared with everyone
I need you to be loyal
I’m not dealing with anything less ***
I want you to love me as the woman I am
I’m not perfect,
Just like you, I have flaws
I’ll accept yours if you accept mine
I want us to have fun together
Laugh together, have conversations
That have meaning
I want you to court me
I don’t want to do it anymore
That way, I know you truly want me
I want you to be my best friend
We both have our best interest in mine
I want us to grow and bloom
Like flowers
I’ll build with you, but only if you have a foundation
I know you won’t be perfect
I don’t want a work-in-progress
I need a finished product
Time will bring our patient hearts together
I won’t give up on love
I pray you won’t either, darling
Don’t be fooled by the counterfeits
Real love still exists

Let’s start with the obvious

-We did not choose each other as family members.
-As close as everyone should be, we are not because of petty problems and other trivial things that shouldn’t matter.
-The ones who say we should be close are the main ones causing unnecessary division.
-We cry together more than we ever laughed together.

Let’s move to the facts

-Life is short.
-That anger you are holding against whoever is something you’ll have to one day answer for.
-A relationship should not be one-sided. If they reach out to you, it does not hurt to return the favor.
-You can feel how you feel about a situation, but you do not need to get in the middle of it.

Let’s move to the hard truth

-Family reunions happen at funerals.
-A family get-together is not a wrestling match neither a reality show with cameras.
-Everyone needs to let old hurt go and break generational curses.
-The word family had meaning to it, but now it is merely a loose term.
-Blood was thicker than water, but it dries up quicker than a small rain puddle.

And we were supposed to be all we had.
Do better.

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Though my smile is as illuminating as the morning sun,
it grows dim in the night hours.

Even though my lips are full,
they fall flat a lot.

My body is curvy and a nice sight to see,
but there are some days I hate it

Though I wish my skin were lighter,
I love my two tonedness

I know that the realest people don't have lots of friends,
but I wish I had at least one more

See, I'm that girl who knows there's more like her
The girls who acknowledge their imperfections
But still love their flaws
They keep their heads up and make the world their own
The ones who are determined to be the greatest
The ones who never fully fit in
Their smiles go dark but they don't let it stay dim forever
The strong women who look the world in the face
And say, "You ain't ready for me baby"
The big and kindhearted girls who will love you but will know when it's not worth it anymore
The ones who dare to believe that they can do anything they put their minds to
The missfits who were cast aside
But walked back in center with her hands on her hips and kept going forward

Life is something else on its own
But I do my best to make it a better day for myself
I can't stop smiling
I can't stop laughing
I can't stop putting in 100 percent every day
I gotta keep moving
If I ever stop, I'm halting my own progress
And I'd rather not make that my own reality
#OWL'******br>