i gave myself permission to cry today.
although i hid it in the shower,
a weight was lifted
and now i’m convinced my tear ducts possess healing powers.
-Stevie • Sometimes, I Cry
17 Friday May 2024
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ini gave myself permission to cry today.
although i hid it in the shower,
a weight was lifted
and now i’m convinced my tear ducts possess healing powers.
-Stevie • Sometimes, I Cry
17 Friday May 2024
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flowers, i choose love, life, love, love out loud, love over fear, poem, poetry, quiet love, writing
i am finally stressed enough to write about the devastation.
i could finally write about how i stood there in amaze,
heart sunken like a wilted flower in a vase.
i never thought she’d violate the circle of trust to engage in an intimate conversation.
i’m finally calm enough to address the situation.
i never thought i’d be devoid of emotional intimacy,
i’ve always thought my emotional vocabulary would help me avoid such intricacies.
i cannot believe the love, trust, respect, compassion, commitment, and affection that i’ve invested into this courtship would be met with such inconsideration.
i never knew your emotional needs were not being met,
i never thought my patience, support, and understanding would breed disrespect.
i guess not even the cost of care and compassion is worthy of respect…
i’m over here silently coping with secondary traumatic stress while attempting to love, honor, and cherish you nearly to the point of self-neglect.
how could i not see the disconnect? when did you find the need to seek the attention of another man and greet me with disrespect?
i thought i was being gentle during your recovery, yet the harsh reality is that we may never recover from your willful disregard and disrespect.
i’m too prideful to accept the consensual act of making yourself available for someone else to emotionally connect.
as healing takes time, patience, and communication,
i never thought i’d see the day when you’d ignore the steps that i have taken to become emotionally present, provide reassurance, and ensure that your needs were being met.
o’ how quickly we go from i couldn’t love you more to i wish we never met…
what troubles me the most is you made the choice to make that call in my presence on april 10th, and i’ve continued to show my love for you without recompense,
yet here i am, slumped posture, head looking down like a wilted flower, loving you tenderly – gently uplifting you and fixing your crown as if i could somehow forgive and forget.
-Stevie • Wilted Flower
03 Saturday Sep 2022
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inpull your pants up
and pull yourself together.
if you see your brothers and sisters slippin’, pull them up.
when ye brothers and sisters are falling apart, cover them with gentleness until they pull themselves together.
black man, you are not who they say you are.
who taught you to degrade yourself?
the same carbon compounds that are found within your brown skin are found within the stars…
o’ how i want you to know your atomic structure is essentially an amalgam of the universe itself.
you are more than a junkie nod, your track record predates a needle mark.
what if i told you, you never needed the white man’s acceptance.
you are more than a crackhead shuffle, seneca village shows life has been no walk in the park.
when these lowlifes attack your image of self, you activate a higher self-acceptance.
black man, how long before you get back on track and move in love and light?
don’t let the pressure harden your light-hearted soul, you just continue to pray to the east and do what’s right.
–@steviestreets message to the black man
28 Friday Aug 2020
quit your sh!t america!
how in the hell is my black skin more threatening than a white suspect with an assault rifle ’round his neck?!
the way they let that boy flee the scene while people were shouting “he just shot someone” is total disrespect.
come on!
what’s it gonna take for the black man, woman, and child to belong?
why the whitewashed media protect racists with assault rifles yet call me a terrorist for holding a sign stating i too belong?
from the emmett till generation to black lives matter, we’ve been singing the same ol’ song.
how many times must we state i too america?!
why the all lives matter fanatics only tough on when the defendants are brown or black?
tell me, how do those that purport pro-life fail to stake their claim when the slain is black?
if it’s make america great again,
when we gonna talk about her heinous acts?
when gop revisionists rile white supremacists with rhetoric like “take our country back,”
are you not taken aback?
today marks 65 years since the ideologue of make america great again murdered emmett till
yet still, the murderous pack is murdering us still.
if democracy is dialogue,
when we gonna talk about how the hits are being orchestrated from capitol hill?
from jim crow to cointelpro,
this nation’s been wielding legislation as agents of oppression.
if the pen is mightier than the sword,
when we gonna expound stop and frisk and stand your ground as systemic weapons?
if you ask me why i’m no longer talking to white people about race,
i will tell you: the fear of a black man,
i mean the presumption of reasonable suspicion is no reason to view my black skin as a weapon.
how many of our unarmed brothers and sisters must die before racial bias is called into question?
to be specific, why the snark remarks against blm protesters yet the constant need to decriminalize catholic priest, woody allen, and other caucasian child molesters?
the next time you decide to portray protesters as looters,
be sure to illustrate how the secretary of state stole an election.
how many members of the gop must we see steal an election before voter suppression is called into question?
if black people don’t vote,
why the constant need to enact voter suppression?
don’t believe the hype, we need every eligible voter to exercise the right to vote in this election.
when the experts on how not to get shot and whatnot retort the killing of an unarmed young man with character assassination,
how do you not see something is really wrong with this nation?
if you’re black in america, they will kill you then assassinate your character on every news station in the nation.
why the agenda to emasculate the black male on all occasions?
why the all-seeing eye wanna televise effeminate depictions?
why the airwave frequencies target our youth with promiscuity and glorified tales of drug addiction?
first they kill our image of self
then they leave us in food deserts with doritos, hot cheetos, and soda.
how effective can the police be
when every brother or sister that looks like me fits the description
and johnny law has a bloodthirst to reach a quota?
when the american dream begins to feel like a nightmare, one has no choice but to stay woke.
my poems are not poems,
and i say that to say, if there is to be any hope,
every black person in america must march to the probate court, exercise your 2nd amendnent rights
then unify resistance on November 3rd with a vote.
–@steviestreets quit your sh!t america, revisited
12 Monday Feb 2018
Posted Poems, Sonnets, Uncategorized
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Slumdog Millionaire status…
what goes around comes back around again.
Success is like a carrot,
the growth begins on the bottom
yet everyone wants to be on top.
Success does not come from the spotlight,
success comes from preparedness in the dark.
Everyone has this idea of what success looks like
yet few understand the inner workings of growth
and even fewer prepare to win.
There’s always a process before progress…
Everything you’ve been through has prepared you to win,
Everything you’re going through is preparing you to win.
Experience is the best teacher, trust the process.
What is meant to be will be;
In the meantime, study the ant – emulate the bee.
Take small steps and work diligently.
Remember, the power of habit is a powerful habit.
If excellence is an attitude, success is a habit.
Get familiar with preparation and persistence;
if you dare to be successful, you must first become acquainted with successful habits.
–@StevieStreets ism sonnet | Trust The Process
12 Monday Feb 2018
Posted Musings, Poems, Uncategorized
inTags
The T in Timing is greater than the T in Talent…
the totality of life is mathematic:
everything is everything,
as long at one plus one equals two, you’ll always get your due.
Everything comes back full circle,
don’t ask me why; you don’t wanna know the half.
fb’s on this day reminded me about the time I volunteered at the boys and girls club
as I took a break from writing a proposal for the Y; all I could is laugh.
As the adage goes
“I’m not aware of too many things,
I know what I know, if you what I mean.”
Insight is a beautiful sight;
everything you need is already within you yet that remains to be seen.
They say everything in due time
yet life has comedic timing.
What goes around comes back around again;
all I could say is trust the process,
master your minutes,
and remember as long as your heart’s beating, it’s all about timing.
–@StevieStreets | Life Has Comedic Timing
07 Sunday Jan 2018
Posted Poems, THE EMOTIONAL PARAMETERS COLLECTION, Uncategorized
inSometimes you need to be alone to quiet the noise.
ENERGY IS EVERYTHING…
in order to do thee impossible and see thee unseen,
you must understand the power of quietude and not being seen.
I mean; the sun is brilliant by day,
yet at night the the stars are seen…
I guess you can say, sometimes, I like people
and then there’s those times when I refrain from all contact with human beings.
The vibe never lies…
if I catch the slightest hint of the wrong vibe, I’m done with people.
Yet still in all
when I need time to replenish, it has nothing to do with people.
Being an introvert is not what you think,
sometimes I need silence to hear the divine energy,
sometimes I just need to think.
I’m responsible for both the energy that I give
and the energy that I accept;
therefore, sometimes I need to be alone to get to know my “self.”
Sometimes, I don’t answer my phone cause I’m busy engaging my higher self.
Sometimes, I prefer books over people;
and that has nothing to do with my Myers Briggs type having 6% feelings.
Sometimes, I prefer books over people;
only because erudition and intuition are premonitions that replenish the higher self.
In retrospect, I’m 50% introvert with extrovert tendencies.
If Mindfulness and Stillness teach you how to welcome extraordinary energy;
in a world where people seek attention like food,
solitude is my natural propensity.
I find solace in the solitude,
nothing makes me feel more alone than small talk in large gatherings;
lonely is the only company when you’re in the company of those that don’t match your energy.
This is dedicated to those that take time to replenish.
If calm is a superpower, introversion is not a blemish.
This concludes my ode to replenish;
I had my dose of people for the day, I’m going to replenish. 🤓
–@StevieStreets time alone poem | Introversion: Introvert Problems
12 Sunday Nov 2017
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in#energyiseverything… #begoodtoyourself and #protectyourenergy. -Stevie
#codeofthestreets:
the vibe never lies;
to find your tribe, you must surround yourself with the people that amplify your beautiful soul.
everything is everything and it’s all in the vibe;
to emanate the good vibe, you must vibe with the radiant ones and surround yourself with those that feel like sunshine. 🌞
energy is contagious;
therefore, it’s okay to dodge negative energy like the matrix,
self-preservation is a divine discipline,
I’m just mentionin’ the basics.
it’s okay to walk away from broken people,
it was a broken person that gave you broken promises,
it was a broken person that broke your heart,
and I promise you, that big heart of yours will let those broken people swallow you whole.
and… and you don’t need to be searching for peace in the pieces,
I mean, you deserve a little piece of happy
but other than that, you deserve to be whole.
you deserve to be surrounded by those that wholeheartedly adore your beautiful soul.
remember, it’s not your job to heal everyone that comes into your life,
however, it is your divine duty to protect your beautiful soul.
even if that means breaking free from those that are breaking your heart and piercing your soul.
you are enough;
your riches come not from this earth and your cup runneth over.
remember, it’s okay to put yourself first, it’s okay to start over.
who cares what they think?
do more of what you love and let the good vibes take over.
you’re never who they say you are;
don’t be afraid to shine your light on the world.
remember, it takes darkness to bring forth a star;
so even in your darkest hour, you are more than enough to shine bright in this world.
move quietly in the direction of your dreams
and think good thoughts until positive energy shines through your pores like sunbeams.
remember, it’s okay to be different; therefore, dare to different.
you gotta learn to leave the naysayers at the pity party;
energy is everything,
when you realize the realisms,
you gotta celebrate life at a different party.
they got 99 problems,
you party like it’s 1999;
see the difference in the party.
when you focus on celebrating life,
you ain’t got to be the life of the party;
you just shine.
you are more than you’ll ever know;
don’t dim your inner glow for no one,
let your light shine.
if nothing else,
protect your energy and learn to emulate the sun;
it’s not your job to heal everyone that comes into your life.
protect your energy,
believe in the power of you,
and remember the sun does not care who it blinds.
–@StevieStreets #thevibematters #poem | Protect Your Energy
30 Saturday Jan 2016
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inYou never realize how
loud your heart is,
until it’s the only thing
you’re listening to.
-Jas©