She said she loves me!
And honestly, I love her…
Too bad she’s not her.
–@StevieStreets #haiku | She Said She Loves Me
FIND YOUR TRIBE:
Don’t hide the madness,
Find your tribe and love them hard;
For they are the ones that help you find your way home.
Peace to the beautiful souls that understand my silence;
For they are the ones that know the difference between being lonely and being alone.
Special thanks to the Introverts and the Empaths that understand my introvert problems like:
Why do I feel more lonesome when more people are around?
Why do I find it hard so to stfu when people I enjoy come around?
What causes a person to feel more alone in a room full of people than when they’re actually alone?
Why is small talk such a big deal?
Why do I prefer self-talk more than talking on the phone?
Is it me, or do the I CAME I SAW I LEFT EARLY memes really hit home?
Can the hashtag stay close to people who feel like sunlight credo illuminate the path back home?
Like a flower leans towards the sun, we tend to gravitate towards an inner glow.
My poems are not poems…
And I say that to say:
I’m not antisocial, I can’t fake being social;
If it entails fake smiling,
I probably won’t go.
I wrote this piece for those that know:
I’m not saying I don’t want the invite,
I still want the invite;
Although, we all know, I’m not gonna go.
I’m still a social being, at least.
Yeah, I disappear at times; it’s my thing.
I just like being at peace.
I’m close to very few people,
But those few people mean everything to me;
In case you didn’t know.
Happiness is an inside job
Yet you need to surround yourself with people that are good for your mental health.
Even an Introvert exhibits extroverted tendencies in an environment that allows one the comfort of being one’s self.
Normal is a myth and conformance is bad for one’s health;
If nothing else:
-@StevieStrees #poem | Find Your Tribe
If children were afraid of failing, we’d never learn to walk.
In your growth, you must be fearless as the child.
Be not afraid of failure,
Not trying should frighten you far more than failing.
If you fall,
Get back up,
Adjust and adapt.
You never lose if you learn from the loss;
But you gotta be in it to win it!
Get in the game.
The game of life is a beautiful thing!
You are one step closer each day!
Walk in your purpose!
TURN YOUR MISTAKES INTO STEPPING STONES!
Failing is an art form.
When you commence to failing forward, you are halfway home.
When you commence the ultimate belief in yourself,
Your mindset will alchemize your mistakes into stepping stones.
–@StevieStreets | Turn Your Mistakes Into Stepping Stones
FREE YOUR MIND!
When your thoughts are confined, you become blind to the power within you.
You are not your circumstances,
don’t let mental abuse stop you from reaching your full potential.
Tear down the emotional walls, FREE Your Mind!
The most dangerous prisons are built in the mind.
You are not a product of your environment, you are stronger than you think.
Success is 99% mindset; if you want to change your life, you have to change the way you think.
YOU ARE ENOUGH, but it will never be enough if you can’t see it in your mind.
AS A MAN THINKETH, so is he.
Never underestimate the power of habit, we are what we think daily.
They say one may never travel beyond one’s thoughts, are your thoughts guiding you towards where you wanna be?
Is emotional trauma reminiscent to the elephant and the rope analogy?
What’s holding you back? Is it fear? Is it a lack of hope? Tell me?
What kind of mental images are you painting? Tell me what you see?
–@StevieStreets #sonnet | FREE Your Mind
A gentleman was walking through an elephant camp, and he spotted that the elephants weren’t being kept in cages or held by the use of chains. All that was holding them back from escaping the camp, was a small piece of rope tied to one of their legs.
As the man gazed upon the elephants, he was completely confused as to why the elephants didn’t just use their strength to break the rope and escape the camp. They could easily have done so, but instead they didn’t try to at all.
Curious and wanting to know the answer, he asked a trainer nearby why the elephants were just standing there and never tried to escape.
The trainer replied: “WHEN THEY ARE VERY YOUNG AND MUCH SMALLER WE USE THE SAME SIZE ROPE TO TIE THEM AND, AT THAT AGE, IT’S ENOUGH TO HOLD THEM. AS THEY GROW UP, THEY ARE CONDITIONED TO BELIEVE THEY CANNOT BREAK AWAY. THEY BELIEVE THE ROPE CAN STILL HOLD THEM, SO THEY NEVER TRY TO BREAK FREE.” The only reason that the elephants weren’t breaking free and escaping from the camp was because over time they adopted the belief that it just wasn’t possible.
Moral of the story: No matter how much the world tries to hold you back, always continue with the belief that what you want to achieve is possible. Believing you can become successful is the most important step in actually achieving it.
I got a thing for women that burn sage
And rock box braids
I’m a fan of sisterlocks with the updo or the french braids
I know my wcw is out there somewhere knockin’ Erykah Badu smudging sage
Wafting good vibes in the air
I got an affinity for kinky hair
I’m looking for a melanated sister, crowned with natural hair
She could don a headwrap or rock Jane Carter Solution in her hair
I got short hair love too, you could shave your head boo
I don’t care
I’ll take a baldheaded queen with style and flair
Long as your energy is soothing to my soul, we could roll
I need someone whose energy is healing to my soul
Hey Natural Hair, I could feel it in the air
I love you’re energy, you’re such a beautiful soul
Maybe we could stroll through a bookstore
Or discourse privately amid swirls of incense and remnants of neo – soul
You can catch me manifesting with ancient mystics, scrubbing sweetgrass smoke into my palms
But don’t be alarmed
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on
It’s nothin’ but good vibes over here
Dear Black Coffee,
There’s no need for chamomile tea or lavender oil whenever you are near
To clear the air
I represent the good vibes only tribe over here
Yet I find myself awaiting that sweet awakening, my dear
Yeah, I’m sweet on that Black Girl Magic
It feels like daylight, daylight whenever you appear
I gotta keep you near
Everybody loves the sunshine
I’m digging your whole vibe
Oh, gonna make you mine
Light the sage, let’s vibe
–@StevieStreets #hopelessromantic #poem | Burning Sage
Pride < Humility = Humility > Pride
stay humble my friends;
choose humility over pride.
–@StevieStreets #ism | Humility is greater than Pride
Inner strength makes you the strongest, exercising self-restraint is the best exercise. Are you strong and well?
Sweeter than the sound of mandolins on starry nights
Timeless as the beauty of the Starry Night
Oh star eyes,
Let me stargaze at the magic in your eyes tonight
Meet by the Café Terrace at Night
Maybe we can go on an art stroll or finger paint by candlelight
Let my fingers trace your outline
Let your hands fade into my hands,
I don’t want to know your hand from mine
Let me marvel at that Black Girl Magic neath the moonlight
I wanna serenade you with poems like:
“She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright” 1
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” 2
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where…” 3
“I carry your heart with me (I carry it my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear…)” 4
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” 5
Thou art the dawn that draws songbirds,
My Woman Crush Wednesday, everyday
Sweeter than the sound of mandolins on starry nights
Timeless as the beauty of the Starry Night
Oh Queen of 10,000 moons,
This loves jones got me seeking to be your Brother to the night
I wanna shower you with kisses,
Plant a flower in your hair
Is that alright?
It’s like I wish upon a star when I smell the coconut oil in your hair
I got a thing for that twist out with the flower near your ear
Portraits of you in a yellow sundress with the afro bloomin’ dawn on me
Like honeybees alighting on Sunflowers on sunny days
Oh, how I adore your natural hair journey
And ah, that body language has so much to say…
That inner glow is like whoa
Oh, star eyes,
In the darkest hour you tend to brighten the day
Picture yellow roses with a message card that reads:
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may” 6
And I say that to say…
I wanna shower you with flowers just because…
Just because you brighten my day
The very thought of you is reminiscent to Nina Simone’s Wild As the Wind on replay
Thank you for the essence of all that is you…
Consider this a memento to immortalize the beauty of your dark skin,
Those star eyes,
And the way you brighten my day
–@StevieStreets | from THE HOPELESS ROMANTIC COLLECTION: Starry Night
1 She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron
2 Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
3 Sonnet XVII: One Hundred Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda
4 I Carry Your Heart With Me (I Carry It In My Heart) by E.E. Cummings
5 Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? by William Shakespeare
6 To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick
🎨: Van Gogh
Sundress looking lovely as the sunrise
All that Black Girl Magic with the magic in your eyes
How could I not get you? Lets make it official
DEAR AWKWARD BLACK GIRL, I Get You
Who would’ve thought I’d get you
YOU’RE ALL I NEED
I see 10,000 moons when I’m with you
I’ll gallivant around the galaxies and swoon Oshun just to get you
–@StevieStreets #igetyou #poem | Dear Awkward Black Girl, I Get You [she’s strange and i like it]
Hello, 9-1-1, I – SEE – BLACK – PEOPLE…
I thought we were making America great again.
I’M NOT RACIST… but, I’m not comfortable with that color of skin.
Hello, 9-1-1; I feel threatened, I see Black People.
What do you mean they did nothing wrong? They’re Black!
I think they’re taking this equal rights and justice for all thing a little too far.
Certainly, you can check their ID for warrants or escort them out in handcuffs and let them loiter in your patrol car?!
I have every right to call the police on innocuous people of color; I’m not racist… but, I thought we were taking our country back.
QUIT YOUR SH*T AMERICA,
What the… [What?!] are you thinking?!
White-Privilege has racial profiling trending,
Let that sink in.
The racial overtones are loud and clear
And the make america great again undertones are seething.
When my people commence to apprehend the value of BLACK BUYING POWER,
BLACK LIVES MATTER will really matter.
We gotta hit these bigots in the wallet;
We believe in God,
They believe, In God We Trust,
And those are two totally different matters.
Dear Black America:
Collectively, we’re like an open hand,
United we’re like a clenched-fist, we can no longer afford to stand at opposite hands;
For those that understand…
We need Moor Banks,
If you strike the shepherds, the sheep will scatter,
We need to elect Moor District Attorneys and lobby behind our Lawmakers,
If we expect to rectify these matters.
–@StevieStreets #artisactivism #poem | Hello, 9-1-1
To the women whom I’ve loved and lost:
Thank you for putting up with my shenanigans and antics
Thank you for giving hope to this hopeless romantic
And to the one that got away, I hold you in my memory banks at all costs
To the one that could be my baby’s mother and to the one that should be my Misses
I never meant to hurt you
And apologize for leaving you emotionally scarred
I want you to know, it wasn’t that I was emotionally unavailable;
Pretending I didn’t care for you when you left was incredibly hard
You gave me the kiss of life
Yet my foolish pride turned a piece of paradise into a cemetery of kisses
Maybe I deserve to watch you get married
Maybe a part of me died the day you miscarried
Maybe a fistful of tears is too much to carry
To the woman whom I’ve loved and lost,
May you find it in your heart to forgive me?
If my inability to love you gently led you to leave behind a trail of broken men,
Please forgive me
And to the woman that reads my poetry and can’t understand how I find it hard to express love:
I’m not blackhearted, I don’t have a blackheart
Black Love is beautiful, loving you is easy,
However, I’m learning how to accept love
I’m opening the dialogue to express love, albeit through a poem
I know you think I don’t have feelings
I’m learning to put my vulnerability out there,
Understand, I want to be a better man, I want to right my wrongs
I’ve been deflecting my insecurities for years,
To communicate better, I literally write my wrongs
Incidentally, my languages of love have destroyed women that I truly love;
If you look into my heart you’ll see, I wanna build God Body Knowledge
But my demons are living with me
I got feelings, I just lost a portion with each abortion;
You cannot love me if I don’t love myself,
I still ain’t forgive me
If you can’t understand how I’m antisocial yet social,
Please forgive me
I know my INFJ Myers Briggs is hell
But I see heaven in your eyes,
May you be patient with me?
–@StevieStreets #ode #tothewomenionceloved | To The Women Whom I’ve Loved and Lost