Glass House

Why try to dish out what you can’t take? Cause drama and then playing victim takes the cake. Morale is at a low because of you. Can’t you see that you’re the problem boo? You are throwing a lot of stones for someone in a glass house. Your home just got shattered and scattered like Waffle House hashbrowns. Now you’re bitter sad and full of frowns. All because you thought I would be quiet as a mouse. WRONG! I’m not going to back down. Ask someone: I won’t be the the clown. Please admit your faults now. You won’t get far being foul. You complain and snitch yet you got it started. The false accusations will cause you be departed. Don’t drag me into your personal drama. Can’t take the heat, don’t go in the sauna. Playing the blame game isn’t cool. It’s adult time, we’re not playing the fool. Put away the rocks and stones. Your emotions hurt more than your bones. Thinn about what you’ve did before you make call outs. This will end quickly like boxing bouts. Don’t forget who you’re talking to. Act accordingly, mind your manners, and be cool


Chocolate Dream

Everything is beautiful about you ebony queen. From your soft forehead to your perfect feet, you’re the best they’ve seen. Your cheekbones and eyes are pictureesque. Your shoulders are glistening, broad and blessed. I love to rub and massage that muscle. Your energy and vibe shows your hustle. You possess arms and abs like a goddess. I know you from royalty and I wouldn’t expect less. Your waist and sculpted back makes me want to hug from behind. I like how you’re always so kind. Your backside and thighs are picture perfection. The mirror magnifies your reflection. You possess legs and calves like a dream. My queen is always 1st team. Can I hold you and not let go? You feel warm and cuddly, just let me know. I admire you my chocolate boo. You noticed me first when everyone said who. If you’re the birthplace of the world, it’s a more lovely place. My heart jumps at the sight of your face. You are indeed my chocolate dream. I cannot help that when I see you, my face starts to beam.

Late Post

You’re once again late. You missed out on all of the cake. I heard you said you don’t like anything sweet. That must apply to humans since you look beat. Physically and emotionally you are drained. Not with the BS and like a car not maintained. I can’t force this rhythm and rhyme. Please refrain from the inneudos. Go back and read those memos. Pac said you’re appreciated and you are. The love must start with you. You are alone by choice and virtue. Open your heart and stop playing the victim. If you’re not depressed you have a strong symptom. I want you to have good health. You’re so late to everything, even your inner wealth. That’s how folks end up broke. It’s time to get woke. See and evaluate who really wants you and is worth your time. Use the minutes wisely as they are worth every dime. I am available for you to vent and cry. No questions asked, it’s not too late, just don’t lie

First Of All

I thought we were catching a vibe. We are both loving and alive. I guess it just wasn’t the time. We seem to match and sync like a rhyme. Your messages are distorted and mixed. How can we get this fixed? First of all! First of all, FIRST OF ALL!!! How about we talk? You come to me and want to balk. We all have our moods and days. I know this is but a phase. Please don’t allow a flaw or excuse to deter what we are. I still like you from afar. We aren’t together because second of all, you push me away. I don’t know what to say day to day. I’m digging on you and we know each other, present and past. Our bond will last. There’s no hard feelings or hate. Look here I know you don’t like being late. Therefore I do want date. So third of all, if you’re gonna act like you care. Let’s go out if you dare. We both like coffee so let’s get a cup. We’ll chat and drink up. I’m getting that hug and will be all clean. We both know you ain’t mean. You are sarcastic and witty. We are both frugal and thrifty. I hope I don’t get another back pat. I want a good hug where I smell all of you. We would both enjoy that. That would lead to last of all,…

Shalonda Palmer: an awesome friend, better human being

Last week, the Lord called home one of my long time friends, Shalonda “Shally” Palmer. She kept her circle tight but if you were blessed to know her, it was quite the positive experience. I along with others are still in grief over losing this special, kind person.

Shalonda was a woman of few words (unless she was correcting mine, insider) and stoic. She was very brilliant, hard working, organized, honest, witty and determined. She has an awesome story: coming from a single parent home to graduate from Converse College. She later landed a position with Milliken in chemistry, was married and had 3 beautiful young queens. She was close with her mother, daughters, brother, her circle of long time school friends and select others. Shalonda would flash that infectious smile when she was cool with you or when it involved family, wellness, or her beloved Green Bay Packers.

Shalonda was very caring also, never forgetting a birthday or milestone, understanding of your struggle and simply determined and hardworking. She was very humble about any accomplishments and would put God, her mom, children and others first. She loved to laugh, think positively and was awesome to talk to. Shalonda always knew what to say and how to say it, even if you didn’t agree. However, if she was wrong or felt she wronged you, she was very apologetic. She also ensured I wasn’t excluded from anything and although we joked about it, she accepted that I didn’t like exclusion.

I won’t speak much on her struggle/illness out of respect for her and her loved ones. Her and I spoke at length about it and she never stopped fighting. Being the woman she was, she wasn’t going to let it take her out easily. 4 years later, she earned her wings and told us all that we would see her later.

Rest in Power to a real woman, mother, daughter, friend and human being. I will always celebrate you, your life, legacy and of course watch my grammar. I will miss you my dear friend, from your smile to your words.

#imjustdrew #fromdarktosunshine #stillcountry #scaredeyes


30 days have passed. I’m still thinking of you heavily, how long will this last. I want this pain to be done. I know now you’re not the one. I can see why people keep returning to familiar loves. This situation is not yielding any doves. I can still sense your energy beauty and smile. I would still sit and talk for a while. There’s no hard feelings but I know this isn’t healthy. I’m still healing and this is heavy. I’m avoiding you and you’re doing the same. Respecting each other’s space is the game. You did present quite a blueprint. Great skin, teeth, body, persona, even eyes. You sit on a throne of lies. I already know how this would end. No one can spoil this, I am out of time to lend. There is no room to bend. I am sticking to my brain. My heart still desires you but I know there’s too much pain. I will continue to recover and heal. Waiting on the proper person that will close the deal. She will give me those desires and similar feelings. I will no longer be involved with back alley dealings


You are definitely bored and sad. Who ever told you that you were bad. Check your ego at the door. How do you expect to achieve more. You are conflicted and messy. Way worse than any Marvel or DC villian. Meanwhile I’m chilling. You want to come for me? Have your facts straight and directly. I need you to ghostwrite for me. You definitely can construct a story. All you want is the glory. Leave that mess in the land of the hill. You’re not getting this thrill. Please stay away from here. You even ran off the deer. We can correlate but that’s all. You’re evicted from my head, it’s last call. It’s truly gametime now, you will see. Time to get it done for real. Yep.

Call Out

All you have running in your brain is doubt. Doubt has run a marathon because you were counted out. You can’t answer anyone because of fear. You need to heal, release the anger and let the Lord steer. If you don’t want to do something say that! Communication is key there and here. Tell that person what’s on your mind. I understand you have to stay on your grind. If I don’t get invited, you already know I’m asking why. It’s simple: don’t forget me and lie. We all need to talk more. Take our phones off of DND. Answer the door. Just be friendly and honest! Own up to your faults and you will have more. Don’t be a glutton for abuse or leave anyone out. Before you know, here comes the doubt. Take that extra time to talk. They will eventually learn it was your fault

July or You Lie?

July has many wonderful things. The pool, cookouts, the 4th, my birthday and the mosquitoe stings. That was a reach for a rhyme. I am at the age where I can’t reach for a dime. Lies are covered underneath the growing grass. It’s not from where you think. I guess it’s not a bad time to be fass. Remember flowers grow from stuff that does stink. Saying that, you showed who you are. I definitely saw better from afar. I have found out I am loved. Difficult and demanding yes but I am me and you are you. I was very sad and blue. Better times are ahead as July is over and you were not true. You were a month and a lesson. I guess there’s no confessing. The 44th solar return gave me another hope and desire. There lights another fire. I am a new man indeed. You helped plant the seed. Don’t expect the thanks since you are the compost. No credit so don’t boast. You may be as beautiful as the coast. Even the coast has sand and that feeling lasts a month at most. Fall is where it’s at. Bonfires, Halloween, the fair, football, all of that. July is in the books. You can’t fool everyone with your looks. Yes this is wordy. Apparently you don’t like big light and nerdy. I know someone that does so I’m fine. Really I am, I will make her mine. This will be the Holy Grail, the real. Margarine versus butter. Fast food versus homemade. All that did was made me sick and my heart flutter. I will be my best. Now it’s time to close out July and rest

Nubian Scream

You had me at hello, screaming at goodbye. I fortunately don’t want to die. I felt hurt and numb. 7 days passed and I also felt dumb. Outside, you’re a nubian queen. Inside you make me wanna scream. Ignorance! Flaky. Snaky. Sneaky. Well you do like money and are loosely into sales. I can’t believe I fell for your sales. I may or may not have bars. One thing for sure is you could sell used cars. Your nubian skin is appealing and glowing. Your hair in any style is lovely and flowing. Too bad the inside is corrupt. Your heart and soul are bankrupt. I can see why you’re alone. You don’t respect anything set in stone. Please stay where you are and we’ll keep it moving. I will continue grooving. I honestly wish you well. Good riddance and you can find another untruth to sell. I’ll sleep well tonight and I don’t know about you. Guilty consciences are real and they can reach you too. Every nubian woman isn’t a queen. They are simply a nightmare, a dark, terrible dream.