Poetic Representation

Brandy sat on the shelf waiting for the time it accompanied a dream being aloof to man's crime unnerving the innermost expressions whether he'd be Banner or the Hulk to be kissed by cruel affections It sits there dangling an escape a maze through a magical door with so many memories to erase or rather to eradicate and make it a just reality not afraid to side-step fate But Brandy is not a device a sinful bottle of schemes a method to make foolish right while yesterday's tainted with slurred lines and a foreseeable dank end

Hello world, This is my encore re-entrance into life I am no longer a princess, I had my Bar Mitzvah and now am a queen I have taken my right My throne, my castle, my kingdom, Realizing it is all worth my fight Accepting my power, my strength And moving from beneath the wings into the light

"A New Dawn" by Stephinie R. Johnson Yesterday I was afraid of love Afraid of life I did not believe in myself Or the journey that was given to me I allowed heartache and strife To take anchor And devour me Today, I chose to view my life differently and say The heck with that No more running from the mirror No more saying I can’t No more thinking I’m old No more denying what He grants I learned to love me Learned to be me Learner to accept me Learned to be free I am enjoying this life And loving me better than anyone else can Choosing to be the best me Choosing to believe in me Along with accepting all the attention My life is not perfect But I am perfect in His eyes I am moving forward Though I may stumble Trip and fall I am happily me And that’s no lie. Theme Song: Feeling Good by Nina Simone

"I decided to write a poem to celebrate one of my favorite comedians, tv stars, and show hosts: Steve Harvey. I am posting this early to ensure he has a chance to read it and start off his celebration for the entire month of January right. Mr. Harvey, much love for all you do!!!" Dear Steve Harvey, You’ve reached another milestone, With a life so full of ups and downs, Fighting to make a name for yourself, When only your car was your throne, And your passion was your crown. Giving all that you had to make it, Pushing not to quit, Doing what was needed in times of struggle, Stepping up to the plate in this war of toggle. People see you now, but with only a half look, They chose to only read the last chapter, Not knowing this is just the beginning of your book. You have inspired many and encouraged others, Teaching women to seek more, While also lifting our brothers. Entrepreneur, comedian, and host, Just a few hats you wear, A...

The morning is gone and noon is nigh We try to live life, but escape the flight But we have all changed our tunes No one still names their child April May or June It is a way of the past when summer was spring's best friend creating exhilarating memories where hearts were made to blend Now the overcast of winter remains ever-present binding the love of happiness in its essence

Yesterday I was a queen living on top of the world ruling my kingdom embracing all of my goodness loving life and all I had seen Then at midnight, I was fooled, deceived, tricked robbed of all that I once stood for no more proud queen I became an empty shell a candle with no wick I tried to hold on to my kingdom despite the invasion but I was too late it had already planted seeds like a succubus absorbing my power voiding my inclination I was a hypothesis null I became a subject to my own army overtaken without might color without the col and a lullaby without the lull this queen is down the endless set to the sun fallen and distraught fighting against thousands, yet standing as one

Wednesday reminds me of never A day lost between an ocean of anguish A volume of burdens to bear Hope depleting while time seems to never vanish