It was random, although the night was intentional. You touched my inner being like delicate fine art. The steadiness of your hands gathered my reluctance as if were a bouquet of white roses and directed it into a vase of free submission. It seemed as if you were fluent in the language of my pulsating heart. My flesh became immortal for a moment in time. My better judgement went off like a siren but it was much too late, so precise, you were ahead of the game. So, we became in-sync like two beating drums, creating our own tunes and passionate, as we reunited two different cultures, two different tribes from our origin, near the edge of the sea, of the coast of, Mother Africa.
Poem on Michelle Obama’s Behalf:
Is there something in your eyes that keeps your mind obscured?
Is there something in your eyes that keeps your mind obscured? Has your hope spun into dust, is it my intentions you didn’t seem to trust? What a ferocious appetite as you splurge on borrowed time just to vilify and mock me. I’m a bit confused with the logic that you try use, it somewhat controversial as well a grave absurdity. It seems your freedom of speech is now your new-found freedom of religion as you are constantly compelled to crucify me daily. And now, we sit side by side, two grieving hearts forced in the company chaos; but, only one of us is found to be at fault. It would be easy to recant your opposing views; but, it is with my deepest sincerity, that you would control your predominant attitude. I can’t understand for the life of me how you can say insolence, that people immersed with melanin live with a deficiency and lack certain amount of resolve. Yet, when my beloved husband and I dispel that archaic stereotype, that old primitive fabrication, now you’ve become far too infuriated. Your pathetic effort, your cold heartedness did not profit your gullible soul nor did it profit your selfish conspiracy to dethrone my humanity. Why, why, why, I cannot make sense of your overwhelming preoccupation, is loathing what you do for a living or are you living only to despise me; and, if that be the case, I can perceive why my presence extremely vexes your apprehensions. I did, attain the American Dream as well as engrave my mark in the universe as a lady of decorum and grace, the Constellation Orion is my witness. You on the other hand need to grasp that the world does not evolve around you, the earth is the Lords and the fullness thereof, so in essence, cast your grievances to the heavens or maybe send a letter of regrets to inform hades. Yet, in all due respect, the next to time you decide to get something off your chest do not refer to me, your former First Lady as anything other than what I am. Choose your words wisely or you should prepare to take cover and go into hiding, because the wrath of the world is waiting for you right behind me. Yet, I must admit, the most compelling evidence, something so profound that I merely over-looked, is that out of all of this, I completed my mission, to impede all Americans from overindulging, in chewing the fat with toxic and unhealthy selections.
Because the truth of the matter is, “we are, what we have to eat”.
Author Bio:
Stephanie is an aspiring Indie Author, who loves to write.
Poem on Michelle Obama’s Behalf:
Is there something in your eyes that keeps your mind obscured?
Is there something in your eyes that keeps your mind obscured? Has your hope spun into dust, is it my intentions you didn’t seem to trust? What a ferocious appetite as you splurge on borrowed time just to vilify and mock me. I’m a bit confused with the logic that you try use, it somewhat controversial as well a grave absurdity. It seems your freedom of speech is now your new-found freedom of religion as you are constantly compelled to crucify me daily. And now, we sit side by side, two grieving hearts forced in the company chaos; but, only one of us is found to be at fault. It would be easy to recant your opposing views; but, it is with my deepest sincerity, that you would control your predominant attitude. I can’t understand for the life of me how you can say insolence, that people immersed with melanin live with a deficiency and lack certain amount of resolve. Yet, when my beloved husband and I dispel that archaic stereotype, that old primitive fabrication, now you’ve become far too infuriated. Your pathetic effort, your cold heartedness did not profit your gullible soul nor did it profit your selfish conspiracy to dethrone my humanity. Why, why, why, I cannot make sense of your overwhelming preoccupation, is loathing what you do for a living or are you living only to despise me; and, if that be the case, I can perceive why my presence extremely vexes your apprehensions. I did, attain the American Dream as well as engrave my mark in the universe as a lady of decorum and grace, the Constellation Orion is my witness. You on the other hand need to grasp that the world does not evolve around you, the earth is the Lords and the fullness thereof, so in essence, cast your grievances to the heavens or maybe send a letter of regrets to inform hades. Yet, in all due respect, the next to time you decide to get something off your chest do not refer to me, your former First Lady as anything other than what I am. Choose your words wisely or you should prepare to take cover and go into hiding, because the wrath of the world is waiting for you right behind me. Yet, I must admit, the most compelling evidence, something so profound that I merely over-looked, is that out of all of this, I completed my mission, to impede all Americans from overindulging, in chewing the fat with toxic and unhealthy selections.
Because the truth of the matter is, “we are, what we have to eat”.
Author Bio:
Stephanie is an aspiring Indie Author, who loves to write.
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