Melanin Poppin’

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afro bloomin', black girl magic, black girls rock, black love matters, melanin poppin'

I like ’em afro bloomin’ with the melanin poppin’…
FREE ANGELA tee, HANDS OFF ASSATA button rockin’.

Never had a love like this but aint no stoppin’…
When I meet her, we’ll reverse the Willie Lynch doctrine;
the movement’s not an option.

I need a ten with Nefertiti’s allure;
she could be vegan or omnivore,
long as her heart is pure.

I need a Coretta Scott, to invest in my intellectual stock.
I need a Betty Dean, to safeguard my Deen.

I need to convene with a Nubian queen that won’t intervene;
when I meet her, she’ll understand my debt to society…
her wisdom will hold my interest, we’ll invest in society.

I’m looking for that ebony essence to jet by the side of me;
I need a Harriet Tubman with Lauryn Hill writing skills.
She could be fly as Ruby Dee,
long as she’s fierce as Ruby Bridges when it’s time to build.

–@StevieStreets #blacklovematters | Melanin Poppin’ revisited

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Allure

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alluring, beautiful soul, hopeless romantic, love, relationship goals

Many delight the eye…
yet, few are appealing to the soul.

I just wanna speak the languages of love
and celebrate año tras año with a beautiful soul.

Beauty tends to fade…
yet, inner beauty remains vibrant;
in the garden of spirits,
her inner glow is always in full bloom.

I want someone whose aura is perennial;
every night she walks in my dreams,
we grow old – she still walks in beauty,
her silver highlights become silver linings…
each strand symbolizing the love we shared neath many moons.

I need a woman whose expression of love
becomes a wellspring
in the winters of my life.

I need a woman with a heart like mine,
I just wanna become best friends with my wife.

Where’s the lady in my life?
I just need the one that I can love endlessly…
Where is the one that I adore?

Beautiful Soul, come to me…
come on, let me love you a little bit;
let me show you, you’re the one my heart beats for.

Beautiful Soul, you inspire me…
the day you gave me your math,
I realized two could be one
and one could be much more.
Maybe I love you much too much;
then again, I have so much love to give
and you deserve much much more.

Maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic…
I won’t blame it on the magic in your eyes,
I won’t blame it on the warmth of your smile;
I’m not blinded by your beauty,
I’m intrigued with your allure.
I blame it on the allure.

–@StevieStreets #beautifulsoul #poem: for #thebeautifulones | Allure

Love, Love, Love

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beautiful dreamer, hopeless romantic, how do I love thee, love, moments in love, romeo & juliet, sonnet, the port of my dreams, the saddest lines ever, tonight I can write

For the same reason that sonnets were written about Laura;
like the balcony scene in Romeo & Juliet,
like the sweet sound of songbirds in duet,
I became a hopeless romantic the moment I saw her.

I never believed in love at first sight;
the day I laid eyes on her,
I became a beautiful dreamer.

I felt forever,
the first time that she appeared;
when I think about forever, she is always there.

I became an incurable romantic,
the day that she appeared;
when I romanticize about what love should look like,
impressions of her always seem to appear.

She has become The Port of my Dreams;
it’s like I’m windsurfing emotional tides,
whenever I see her.

Why do fools fall in love?
Why do birds suddenly appear?
How do I love thee?

She rocked my world,
like the striking siren
to the hapless sailor at sea.

Only her love can rescue me from this storm;
oh how I jus’ want to get lost in the magic in her eyes,
like a ship at sea.

Love, Love, Love look what you’ve done to me:
How could you…?
Why would you send me the epitome of the one I’ve searched for all my life –
and not let us be together?

Love, Love, Love when will I see you smile again?
When will I get to look into your eyes again?
Why are you still single?
Why are we not be together?

Love, Love, Love we were supposed to turn our moments in love into a couple of forevers:
How could we…? Why aren’t we…? Come back to me,
you should be here – I need to hear your laughter,
we should be together.

–@StevieStreets #thesaddestlinesever | Love, Love, Love

Calla Lily

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calla lily, daisy petals, dandelions, no bed of roses, the garden of love

She was lovely as a calla lily…
magnificent and beautiful,
sophisticated and powerful;
she bloomed mystically.

She was much more than she appeared to be…
she was far more than a pretty face and a slim waist.
She had so much substance behind that pretty face and that slim waist…
she was much more than I cared to see.

At the root of it all,
my foolish pride was illy.

If only I’d stopped to smell the roses,
I could have cherished my calla lily.

The Garden of Love is no bed of roses,
I miss my calla lily.

They say love is stronger than pride,
my ego said “Nope! NOT AT ALL!”

Truth be told,
a calla lily is not a lily at all.

Nevertheless,
I should’ve fought for love…
when I had a calla lily in the palm of my hand;
now I’m picking the petals of a daisy,
thinking of my calla lily,
plucking dandelions,
blowing the seeds off of a dandelion globe,
making calla lily wishes,
waiting for dandelion snow to fall.

–@StevieStreets #nobedofroses | Calla Lily

Afro Bloomin’ (Au Naturel Springtime Beauty)

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afro bloomin', au naturel, black girl magic, black girls rock, Dazhane Leah, I love the skin I'm in, spring beauty, springtime beauty

She walks in beauty…

Mahogany Bliss Lips
with an Afro Bloomin’.

Oh how I love to see you working all that Black Girl Magic;
keep doing what your doin’…

don’t stop, get it, get it,
strike a pose,
vogue;
work that beautiful brown,
pretty brown brown
au naturel beauty.

You should be my sunshine,
let’s dance in the rain;
you could be my muse,
let’s go to museums…
I wanna place art on the walls that you built around your broken heart,
I wanna draw you close so you can canvass my heart…
the very thought of helps get my mind right,
you inspire me to write beautiful things.

My heart leans toward the warmth of your smile,
as a flower bends towards the sun in spring.

When I look into your eyes,
I understand why the birds sing in spring.

When I get lost in your eyes,
I discover sonnets and all sorts of beautiful things.

Oh how I adore your spring beauty…

Afro Bloomin’,
crazy kinky adorned with a spring beauty.

This is an ode to afros,
cornrows,
dreadlocks,
box braids,
and natural twists;
all that ol’ Black Girls Rock exoticness:
this is for the Afro-Essence,
jet-setting, Ebony, Essence springtime beauty.

This is dedicated to Dazhane Leah,
Ebony – Jet, Essence,
Upscale, Sister 2 Sister,
Black Enterprise, Hype Hair,
Sophisticate’s Black Hair,
Black Beauty & Hair,
Spell Magazine,
The Oprah Magazine,
and all the brown skin Queens that embrace their African features;
this is dedicated to the Afro Bloomin’ photo set,
this is for those iconic Angela Davis snapshots,
this is that “Woolly Hair and Don’t Care” inspire the youth to celebrate Black Beauty.

This is dedicated to Chocolate Skin and Coconut Oil:
this is that Shea Butter,
that Coconut Butter,
that Mango Butter,
and all the Butters,
this is that brown skin hydration;
this is for that ol’ “I’m Black and I’m Proud” rejuvenation,
that death of the Negropean –
rise of the “I Love The Skin I’m In” nation,
this is a jubilation of Black Beauty.

Thank goodness for sundresses and open toes,
full lips and black girl hips…
heaven only knows –
nah, I think we all know:
there’s nothing like an Afro Bloomin’ –
body boomin’
with an afro-mental…
I need an around the way girl
with a hint of sassines
and just a touch of love;
you know that brown skin quintessential…
I don’t care if she’s vegetarian or vegan,
long as she lives golden and loves reading;
I want to exchange oral sentiments
with a pigment powered woman that stimulates my mental…
Brown skin, it’s like ecstasy when you’re next me;
the magic in your eyes makes my heart beat like Afro-Cuban instrumentals…
Brown skin, I adore the way you dance to the drum of your own beat;
I think weird is wonderful
and you’re looking rather unique…
nothing could compare to your springtime beauty;
the first time we made eye contact, you knocked me off my feet…
this is for the Sisters going natural,
embracing their black beauty;
I’m Loving that Black Beauty…
peace to the Moons and the Stars
for redefining that ol’ black beauty…
this is for my Afro Bloomin’
Au Naturel Springtime Beauty.

–@StevieStreets #auNaturel | Afro Bloomin’ (Au Naturel Springtime Beauty)

Extraordinary Woman

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beautifulness, brown skin women, full lips, hela cells, woolly hair

You’re no ordinary woman,
so I won’t approach you like I do ordinary women.

The very thought of you
inspires me to be a better man,
you’re such an extraordinary woman.

When I look into your eyes,
I see an extra – ordinary woman…

Skin like chocolate,
woolly hair,
full lips,
intelligence,
voluptuousness,
and all types of beautifulness…
oh how I adore the way you shimmy
all that black girl magic;
you’re such an extra – ordinary woman.

Or maybe I’m just a sucker for ebony eyes…
oh how I adore those pretty brown eyes.
And I bet you didn’t know
but you’ll soon realize;
I love you in every shade of brown,
I love you in every shape and size.
Yeah,
I got a thing for beautiful brown women;
but you…
you’re a beautiful soul,
you’re like a dream come true,
you’re my extraordinary woman.

You’ve been victimized,
you have been criticized,
you’ve been ostracized,
you have been mentally & emotionally brutalized…
yet – you still manage to love.
Black woman;
I adore you,
you are so loved…

From the shores of Nubia
to the heavens above,
wherever you are is home.
My brilliant brown skin woman,
you are the crown,
you are the throne.
If the eyes are the windows of the soul,
your heart must be the gait to heaven’s door.
Black woman;
I adore you,
you are so loved…

You’re like a dream come true…
I am pleased to see you embracing your natural essence;
between you and I,
they try to tear you down in the public eye
but recognize –
they marvel in your presence.
Forget their awards,
forget their movies,
forget their magazines;
let them hate you.

Just remember…
just remember Ebony,
just rember Jet,
just remember Essence,
just remember Soul Train,
just remember the mediums that celebrate you.

Brown skin,
I want to woo you everyday
for the rest of my life;
you’re my extra – ordinary woman,
you’re the one my heart beats for.

Brown skin,
I want to be enlightened by the magic in your eyes;
on cloudy nights.
I want to Protect Black Womanhood,
I want to discuss HeLa Cells,
I want to repair the Black Family,
I want to open prison cells.
Brown skin…
I need you now,
more than ever before;
you’re my extra – ordinary woman,
you’re the one I adore.

–@StevieStreets #honorablemention | Extraordinary Woman

Every Day

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is every day asking for too much, laughter, love

I want to see your face…
I want to listen to your silence…
I want to hear your laughter…
I want to wipe your tears…
I want to know your thoughts…
I want to know your fears…
I want to know your hopes…
I want to know your dreams…
I want to get lost in your ebony eyes…
I want to interpret your sighs…
I want to massage your mental…
I want to have you near…
I want to smell the coconut oil in your hair…
I want to feel your touch…
I want to see you smile…
Is every day asking for too much?

–@StevieStreets | Every Day

Ravishing

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beautiful, captivating, enrapturing, sensational, stunning

She was ravishing,
I wanted to ravish her
with my wits and charm.

–@StevieStreets | Ravishing

Not Lookin’ For A Love

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best friends, friendship, hopeless romantic, love, the little things

I’m a hopeless romantic…
I’m not lookin’ for a love,
I just need someone to reciprocate my shenanigans and antics.

Nah – I’m a realist…
I know nothing lasts forever.

I’m not lookin’ for a love,
I was thinking – maybe we could… just do stuff together.

Maybe we could go to a museum,
grab a bite to eat,
catch a movie,
or go see a play together.

I’m not lookin’ for a love;
however,
I would like to get to know you better…

I’d like to become better acquainted with the jazz hands in your eyes.

I’d like to discover the little things about you;
like – “what kind of sauce do you prefer with Chick-fil-a fries?”

I want to see your heart smile,
I want to become intimate with the windows of your eyes.

I want to read your body language,
I want to listen to your silence;
when you’re not in the mood to talk,
I want to be the one to whom you reply.

I’m a hopeless romantic…
that, I cannot deny.

I’m not lookin’ for a love,
nah – I’m looking for someone that I can call my friend.

Nah – I’m a realist…
I’m looking for someone as weird as me,
I’m looking for someone to share inside jokes with;
I’m not lookin’ for a love,
I’m looking for a friend.

I adore you,
I can’t pretend;
and even if I tried to hide it,
I know you would know better.

I’m not lookin’ for a love;
however,
I would like to get to know you better…

I can’t promise you matrimony,
I can’t foresee forever…
yeah – I was cold as ice,
however,
you make my heart melt;
don’t make plans for tonight,
I’ve made reservations for tonight..
I want to look into your eyes under the moonlight.
I don’t know what forever looks like;
what I know for sure is –
I’m not those guys that hurt you,
they aint deserve you…
this is the beginning of a beautiful life.
I’ve made plans to take you on 18,250 first dates;
fifty years from now,
I want to look back a say:
“my beautiful wife and I have enjoyed so many magical moments in life, together.
She was through with love,
I wasn’t lookin’ for a love;
nevertheless, we became friends
and decided to just do life together.”

Yeah – I know, I said I wasn’t lookin’ for a love;
haha – you caught that,
I figured you would –
that’s why I love you, so whatever…
One thing’s for certain;
there’s no place that I’d rather be
than in your company…
As far as I can see;
when I find you,
we’ll always be together.

I’m not lookin’ for a love;
nah – I’m looking for a beautiful soul that I can converse with,
not just tonight – but the rest of my life,
I’m looking for that “the very thought of you” makes each day better.

I’m not lookin’ for a love;
nah – I’m looking for a beautiful surprise,
I’m looking for that wonderful weirdness when I look into your eyes,
I’m looking for a friendship that I could cherish for life,
I’m looking for my best friend forever.

Yeah – I’m not lookin’ for a love;
I’m looking for my best friend,
my best friend forever,
my best friend forever…

someone who could give me something much more than love,
my best friend,
my best friend forever…

someone who could give me love,
my best friend,
my best friend forever…

someone who I could love,
my best friend,
my best friend forever…

someone who knows that I’m not chasing every woman I see,
my best friend,
my best friend forever…

I need someone that knows the real me,
I just need a best friend,
I just need a best friend forever…

I’m not lookin’ for a love;
I’m looking for the little things,
I’m lookin’ for my best friend,
my best friend forever,
my best friend forever…

–@StevieStreets | Not Lookin’ For A Love

We Played Scrabble

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double entendres, french kisses, intelligence is the new sexy, scrabble, wordplay

We played Scrabble and –
we French kissed, she took the words
right out of my mouth…

–@StevieStreets | We Played Scrabble