Relationships gone wrong

Relationships gone wrong.  Who to blame.  Not me!

posted fb 17/05/13

#105 Put Things Straight

I am not saying you owe me

But you need to put things straight

I was your girlfriend

You treated me like your mate

You seem to think it doesn't matter

Trust me I can see the pattern

You need to make amends before it is too late

I am saying this not as an ex .

I am telling you as a friend

You need to beg forgiveness

Pray for recompense

You came into my life

Rode rough shot

Now you are the one

Burning in flames

Who knew hell was so hot !

Being Forced to Bleach

Unconventional Beauty within the Black Community. I am considered to be an unconventional beauty, within most Black African Caribbean communities and in the Asian community. There is the leaning towards the lighter skinned women. If you fall outside of the conventional scale of shades you are considered less attractive less desirable, less employable, therefore in some cases ending in poverty.

That's why in so many of these communities the pressure is to bleach your skin to create a more acceptable hue. How sad. how disturbing how worrying. I fortunately live in a society where my complexion is just judged by my family and friends and have no real baring in regards to my employability and then the money I may potentially earn (Well I don't think it does.....)

posted fb 18/05/13

#106 Black Beauty Denied

He said I was beautiful

Yet he didn't know why

This beauty he felt he had to deny

With my dark black skin

This attraction for him was a sin

His programming had him confused

All his doctrine said I wouldn't do

Yet he had to admit

I was beautiful

He didn't understand why

I was the exception to the rule

Beauty is not normally found in this darken hue

Revenge for Abuse, Why Not?

Writing from a child's perspective is easy to do. Some of us never grow up. I made every line have six words on them it was challenging but fun. Enjoy

Posted fb 19/05/13

#107 Revenge

Such a gentleman such a charmer

Turns out you were a harmer

Wicked taker of  our children's souls

Pastime not just for the old

Complaints chalk down to childish moans

Now shy where was once bold

Revenge a dish best served cold