Pink Fire Pointer May 2011

Kiss Me I'm yours

This one goes out to the one that I adore
the one who keeps me smiling, and begging for more,
the one who has the power to make me  smile and laugh,
and in the same moment, makes me shout with wrath,
the one i feel most comfortable around, pressure free
the one who sometimes misjudges the anger in me,
the one I hate to want, and want to hate,
the only one who's smashed, but never been my mate.
This one goes out to the one I most adore,
I love being your friend, but I can't help but want more
the one I get along with, even when I'm mad,
the first one I hit up on the facebook, when I'm sad,
The one who i feel could be  the perfect fit,
the one who's always on some other bullshit,
The one who inspires me to be my greatest self,
as writer, but as his girl, he puts me aside on a shelf,
This one goes out to the one I adore,
the one I would be with, for rich or for poor,
The one who at first sight, melts me- I'm wet,
the one i fantasize about and wake up in a sweat
this one goes out to the one I love to adore,
you can have me at any moment...kiss me I'm yours.

Letter of Forgiveness

For over three years, we have not spoken,
Our hearts, so full of the pain we've soaked in.
Resentment, hurt, anger, from the person you chose
Girl we were best friends, sisters, once so close
I often times feel guilty, for introducing you to him,
Vows of friendship broken, to live  life on a whim
Eating away at my heart, this unforgiveness feels so wrong
My best friend, our sister, couldn't trust us to be strong,
Enough of this school shit, the school bells have rung,
Believe me when I say, we were all so silly and young,
Life with the Sky* has been loving and pulled me through,
I couldn't believe the control he had, but we let you do you,
So, I know that I have hurt you, and we'll you hurt me too,
So I ask that you forgive me, and know that I forgive you.

Although I'm out of acronyms one question still lingers,
this one thing that I could never quite grasp with my fingers,
How could you go through all that without your girls, frightened, alone,
with that decision, from that thought process, my mind will forever be blown...
You might have been ashamed, or embarrassed, I get that- I do,
but 3DP was real enough for you know that we would've been there for you...

Summer Romance- When that phone Rings

It's been over two years since I last felt a crush,
The excitement, the chill, that last little rush.
You know the feeling when your stomach flips,
You begin the tingle,  your heart starts to trip.
The sight of that name on your caller I.D ,
Sends you jumping up and down with excitement or glee.
You tell your girls how different he is and imagine what may come,
From this romance, how you think this may be the one.
The late night phone calls, followed up by that early morning text,
When you've completely forgotten all about your ex.
When you imagine what can be, dreaming of a future…
When you feel like a butterfly, soaring about, smelling the roses,
Flying high, feeling alive, who cares about where them hoes is
You fantasize all day about kissing his lips,
Then when you finally do its even better than you imagined.
The fulfillment of being infatuated, interested, intrigued.
Has you feeling so beautiful, so peaceful, and at ease.
There's is nothing like a summer romance, which begins in spring
That initial shock a woman feels, when his assigned tone goes off, and your blackberry finally rings

Damn, what happened?

Sometimes I wonder if ill end up alone
Because no one seems to get me.
They take my kindness for weakness
And my strength as a threat
They like to call me crazy, when I haven’t slashed a tire yet
When we both know most were deserving…
Its like I’m always in a battle between being me, and who they want me to be
I want to cater to my man, but hell most men just don’t deserve it
And even when I do, I wound up feeling used,
Mistreated, disrespected, taken for granted, and abused…
It feels like God stopped making real man, they no longer exists,
Too cheap to buy me dinner, but wanna fall into my abyss
Remember those days when a man had his woman’s back,
Treated her with respect, chivalry, romance – alla that?
There was once a time when men worked hard for love, indeed
But bitches these days have made it so easy to get lust, (for free)
Where is our moral fabric? How come so many can’t commit,
Be honest, loyal, loving, without some talk show shit.
And the ones who do wife us up, want us to be a trophy,
“Shut up, look pretty, cuz I bought that, so you owe me”
I definitely like to hold it down, but damn hold me down too!
Be there for me, like I’m always there for you.
Be my lover, my homie, my protector, check those who diss me
I’m looking for a real man to be the Jim Jones to my Chrissy.


I'm hungry and ready to serve you,
your servant I'll be with a smile on my face,
kisses upon my lips brings my thrist to quench.
I breathe for your face, I dream of the green.
to survive
to provide
I hunger for life.

A Bird Who breaks through


I walk in the sand
On a mission to meet you
But then I wake up
A dream in which I cant fly
A bird stuck in glass
I finally break through it
I soar beyond skies

To the Man of My dreams

To the man of my dreams:
Every time I close my eyes, all I see is your face,
Even when I open them, I’m caught up in your space.
To dream of a past lover, represents my unwillingness to let go,
You often protect me from what I’m running from, then tell me no.
It’s an unresolved issue, that’s holding me back ,
Some unfinished business, which causes me to lack,
The ability to move on and forward with my life,
But each time I see you in a dream, there’s strife.
Rivalry, conflict, with you and some other chick,
But what’s odd is that place of comfort, in which you represent.
It’s like this spell you have over me, drags me I must say.
I try to avoid my thoughts of you, in my walking life of day,
My eyes close and my body lies to rest ,my spirit jumps up to search for thee.
I need to let go, move on, and the end I must let be,
The end to us, scares me but it’s time to finally cope.
There will never be a me and you, so it’s time to drop the hope.
So to the man who haunts my daily thoughts, and even my slumbering dreams,
I walk beyond the realities of your feelings, and step on all what seems…
From this day foward, I close these doors,
And know that I'll never be your wifey, just another one of your whores...