A Brush With KryptoniteP
I barely know him,
At times I’m not even sure
If I like him,
But I miss him.
I miss the way he looks at me,
The way he calls my name. Read more…
Island Soul City Dreams
I reflect. I analyze. I speak my mind. ~ I Keep it Irie ~
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I Am Going To A Sperm Bank
His text message floored me. “So when are we going to have a baby?” he asked. This was a few weeks ago and I thought to myself, “Is this negro seriously broaching this topic in a text message?” I responded with the customary “Lol” when one has nothing constructive to say (at nothing particularly funny). But my curiosity got the better of me, so I asked him if he was serious about having a child with me. He claimed he’d mentioned this to me a couple of times before and this was the last time he was addressing the matter. Read more…
Single Life
Old friend, I see you’re back to visit again,
Thought I’d banished you to eternity.
But slowly, stealthily you crept back in
Haunting my spirits, tormenting me.
Thought I kicked you to the curb that sunshine day,
The day your enemy wrapped me in his embrace, Read more…
Why I Call Mine, ‘Bajan Brown Sugar’
The one thing I am most proud of is my Bajan Brown Sugar. If yours is as sweet as mine, you would boast about it too. Even as a little girl, I knew I was blessed with something special and over the years, many men and even women have lauded me on this priceless asset. Their actions alone indicate how they feel, but they further reassure me with words like “what you have is a true treasure.” It’s amazing the things they all do for me – just because of my “Bajan Brown Sugar.”
I have heard many people; especially men call theirs all kinds of names. After all, that’s their prized possession.
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Island Soul City Dreams 