A letter to my Love
How is it that you can look in my eyes, and not see how much I admire and respect you has a man , God Created you for me to assist and adore forever .How is that you don't know that I have not chosen you , but God has chosen you for me . That no matter what , even thru the worst of times I will be there to bare the weight with you ,Your enemies are my enemies too. How is that you can listen to my voice and not hear me call out to you ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Iot hear me say that I need you and that no other man's gonna do . when you hurt ......I hurt so i want to be the source of your strength when you feel weak .How is it that you can feel the beat of my heart and not know that I love you more then life itself ,,,,,,,,,,because with out you and God in my life there is little else that I desire ,This heart beats for you ,,,,,,,,,, for us . Although I have never met you I feel has Though I have known you all my life .From the tone of your voice to the swagger of your walk , your taste in ties and the music that calms you after you 've had a hard day at work , to the music that puts you in the mood for love .. The way you tilt your head slightly to the left when you 're listening to what i have to say .The way you smile at me , when you know i'm in the mood .You feel me and DAM DADDY ..................I feel you too . So I am keeping this light bshining in the window to guide you home where i will be waiting for you .............................. ....with open arms< /i>
NO MORE CRUMBS
Either give me all, or give me none.
But I'm not taking anymore of your crumbs.
No more little bit of this, and a little bit of that.
No more eating up the meat, while giving me bone and fat.
All my life i've eaten what was left behind.
Others eating melon, my mouth cut up by the rind.
I may not be a genius, and at times I've been outright dumb.
But, I've got enough sense to know that I'm not taking more of your crumbs.
You been talking about less, and I've been wanting m ore.
And since the two can't seem to meet, I'm walking out the door.
See I don't expect perfection, but I do expect a friend.
And I don't know where this started, but i do know where it ends.
subtraction and division seem to be this relationship's sum.
But here's a bit of addition, I'm giving you back all your crumbs.
You got all the money, and you've got all the wealth.
But today I finally realized, that I'm better off by myself.
Bake them they can be croutons, and bread the best snapper from the sea.
There are a thousand and one things for you to do with them,
but not one of them is good enough for me.
I'm not walking away, I'm about to run.
But, I've forgiven you for all that you've done.
Cause I'm tired out, I've had enough.
I've given up, don't want your stuff.
With God I know that the woulds will heal.
No more talking, we can't make a deal.
I'm hungry now, I need a full course meal.
NO MORE CRUMBS!!!!
-"From My Window" - Felicia T. Scott 
Dedicated to the men and women of the Armed Forces who put their lives on the line everyday to protect the freedom and lives of us all .We thank God for you and want you to know that our prayers go out to you all and to your families has well .it's because of you that we can sleep a little more peaceful at night ,thank you and it is my personal prayer that one day soon you will all be able to return safely home to your friends and families that miss you so much .I offer to all along with my prayers a military salute .Hurry home !!!!!!! My own son is included among the ranks of the United States Army Specialist C Conway your family is very proud of you and we love and miss you more then words could ever express .I can't wait to hold you safely in my arms again ,May our prayers and love protect you and all those who serve with you
.Love you
Mom
OUR WORST ENEMY
Lost souls, Like chainless dogs
Wander these streets
families and homes Once solid,
now broken Like the glass bottles
and syringes Crushed below our feet
Abandoned children Like cars
no longer running
Give front yards a cemetery-like ambience
Back yards once lush with green grass
Cookouts and laughter
Now dawn a desert
atmosphere Mothers birth fatherless children
Taking lessons from the harlots of the game
Learning to expose their bodies
Sliding down poles and dancing For faux love
and fame Victims of false admiration
Secretly and openly called tricks and %#&@$!s
As if their given name
Living their lives through other peoples fantasies
Getting and having no respect
Yet absent of shame
Boys no longer reach for success
Or to be the father they never had
Instead of making their own way
They follow in his path Fertilizing seeds,
not helping them to grow
Abandoned fruit from the tree
just as their father I
guess you do reap what you sow
No more visions of the lime-light
Being a doctor, athlete or lawyer
Just rappers and thugs
There words and emotions meaningless Diluted by violence,
alcohol,and drugs
Hyped by images of gangster disguises
Portrayed by the music industry
Hiding behind harsh lyrics And iced out jewelry
Believing the "good life" Revolves around smoking blunts
Poppin' Crys and drinking Hennessey
Like the robes and hoods of the klan
Expensive cars and clothes
Hide there true identity
And dreams are no longer legitimate schemes
But weighed out on triple beams
Success no longer measured by your ability to move people
But rather the ability to push Grams, O's, and KI's
We have become fascinated By that which is fabricated
Blocking out what has true value
And everything that's real
To get a bigger piece of this f****d up American pie
We lie, cheat, murder And steal
No longer is it "them" But we, killing off each other
No longer believing in theWord Honoring thy father and mother
We have gotten away From beingthe keepers Of our brothers
Blaming the failures of our people On slavery and plantations
Yet those fields are the roots of our strength
Backbone of our faith
And mother to our dedication
Calling each other nigga, like its nothing Yet
when said from someone outside the race
It offends thee
Blaming the problems we endure on a daily basis
Yet in all actuality
We Are our own worst enemy
RECONSTRUCTION
Everyone makes bad decisions
hat's just how this game of life is played
Yet too many of us confuse Walking
along the path of darkness
With passing through the shade
Then our diets are incomplete
Because we wait until the bad times
Before we choose to eat
We all need to believe In something
greater than ourselves
Whether you choose Muslim, Catholic , or Christian
For we have to have faith in something
Without faith in something other than ourselves
Our spirits have substance missing
And it amazes me how quickly People will curse God
When things don't go as planned
Yet how reluctant They are to praise him
When a blessing Falls into their hands
They say God has no place in school
This made some people happy
While other people were mad
Yet I find this hard to swallow
Watching children walking Their kids to class
And as a society we blame music, Video games and T.V.
Yet we as parents Need to look in the mirror
And place blame On the reflection that we see
We allow the streets to raise our children
And wonder
How it is we have arrived
We've built a future for our children
With weak parents As a foundation
And no matter the materials
We use to build the walls
If the foundation has no strength
The structure of this society Will indeed fall
So it's time for reconstruction
If we want to build a stronger nation
We must first change the base
Without a second of hesitation
Placing God as the cornerstone
Only then can we be stronger
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