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Weeping
I wept streams for that junky
Trying to get his high on
I wept cause, he's not caring that the bed he now lie on
Could certainly be the bed he die on
He buy it Then try it
Now rely on it Soon die on it
I wept rivers for the sistah walking the streets
I wept cause, she trying to find a few tricks
So she can get a real fix,
Not realizing she at risks
With those trying only to get their kicks.
She don't respect it Won't protect it
They compel it So she sell it
I wept oceans for that young man
Who now sit behind bars
I wept cause, he gotta
Repay his debt to the stars
And stripes for taking a few jars
From the shelves---maybe a pack of cigars,
hoping to turn his scars into stars
To improve a life before the bars
He stole them Then sold them
Now sitting, Behind bars that hold him
I wept streams for that mother
Who now has to be on welfare
I wept cause, she live in a place that don't even care
How she and her children fare
No, it ain't fare that no one else care
Who will help them out of this despair?
Each day she repeat-same ole, same ole
Then, she can't sleep
So she also weep
Can you now... understand how... I wept oceans, rivers, streams
For those who lost their dreams
I wept streams, or so it seems
Let's wipe and dry every weeping eye
Do more than just sit idly by
Generate some bright sunbeams Create some mo'e dreams
Be about action, cause we can do this... as a team
We just gotta damn up the causes of all these weeping streams
I Believe
There must be a reason why we exist
I delve inside to find an answer to this
What is my mission, my soul's purpose here on earth?
What am I destined to do from the day of my birth?
Am I to go out and spread the Father's Holy word?
Am I to teach the gospel until it is finally heard?
What's the reason in his Holy will?
What's the mission I'm here to fulfill?
What's the purpose of His divine and timeless plan?
Where in His righteous will do I humbly stand?
In response, something inside tugs and pulls so strong
Something unseen keeps me moving along
I know some things that happen, are out of my control
However, He gives me a faith onto which I must hold
I believe we've been given a start so now's the time to begin
I believe we've been befriended so we may now be a friend
I believe we have life, so we may live
I believe we've been given, so we may give
I believe we have been touched by His Holiness
I believe we have been blessed so we may bless
I believe we've been seekers who sought out His will
I believe we've been healed for His will to be fulfilled
I believe we've been nourished by His word so we're able to stand
I believe we've been given help so we can lend a helping hand
These are things I believe we are put on this earth to do
I'm striving to walk the path of righteousness
In His footsteps, emulating Him,
How about you?
Inheritance
Who are you child?
Where do you think you came from?
Are you a proud daughter or are you someone's proud son?
What is your heritage?
What's known about your past?
From Where is your blood line flowing?
Does it have strength and fortitude to last?
Do you have the blood in your veins
From the Kings and Queens of your past?
Do you know about your heritage?
Have you taken the time to ask?
I'm advising you to seek out the Elders -
Quiz them, get deep into their mind.
Find out some history and facts about your own proud blood line.
When you've searched the past and found strength,
Wisdom, and knowledge there.
You'll have the foundation that will sustain you,
And take you forward... anywhere.
You'll discover you -
Yes, you - are the benefactor to great and powerful riches.
Its not your nature to bow down to another man,
Nor remain in meager helpless trenches.
Africa's rich culture and art permeates
Through the civilized world today.
It's time we dispelled myths about our heritage,
Let's you and me, lead the way.
Get up child!
Find yourself!
Let's use our minds, our voices and our hands.
Let's make proud our ancestors,
Reclaim our birthrights we inherited from the Motherland
Instantly Healed
Just when I thought I was on top and had the world by the tail
My heart shattered into pieces
My eyes shed tears by the pail
I grew bitterer by the moment
I steamed and seemed to hate with an evil rage
I couldn't understand what was happening
Yet, God set my wandering soul
Upon a different stage
My body, mind and spirit sought more strength
To ignore His will and His plan
Yet He absorbed my fears
Added hope to my desperation
Allowing me to understand
Upon His enlightened touch
I fell to my knees asking, Lord, please save my soul
I poured out my supplication to Him
He graciously touched and made me whole
He calmed my erratic heart
Restoring peace, while I was yet kneeling
He knew exactly what I needed
He gave my soul an instant healing
Solid in the Skin I'm In
Although I'm always physically
emotionally
and spiritually making and remaking myself
and relentlessly trying to connect
to redefine
even redesign this elusive inner self
I'm proud to be who I am -
Proud to be here
Proud to be me
At this point in destiny
Some times I feel
my entire consciousness
seeks the world's acceptance of who I am
the me I've become
Why should I care
or desire such acceptance
I ponder?
What's hidden deep in my
unconscious self?
Unrest? I wonder!
Does my psyche somehow reveal
me diminished
because it has not yet elevated
beyond the Willie Lynch theory
playing with my head
keeping me thus forever
confined?
Enslaved? Nearly dead?
Then
at that lowest point
a power surges
erupts, gushes
outpours and ultimately overspills
as my will to triumph
over such a mind set
keeps me ever motivated to be
the best me yet
I therefore
emerge
aided by my
Omnipotent God
I emerge
from deep obscurity
I emerge
summoning my true inner might
to deal with being real in
this the skin I'm in
Nevertheless, storms rage periodically
I often labor
to quiet the tempest
seething within
I look for the fuse of inspiration
to ignite
thereby vanquishing any other
smoldering disturbance in sight
Searching
probing
penetrating deep inside
in solitude
I grasp sustenance that
has been molded
sculptured
embedded
into my being and it
it alone creates what could be
what should be
from what is
So, even though
I sometimes descend
into a seemingly bottomless pit
I wonder
speculate
and question what's going on
within and without
I never demean myself nor ever doubt
I simply meditate on my reality
feeling secure
to be in
this the skin I'm in
Still, keeping
the outer me radiant, youthful
healthy and appealing
there are times I put forth great efforts
just to love me as
I am,
my whole body
my authentic self
my total person
my entire being
me, myself and I
This same me, with
my mind, my consciousness
my soul
my spirit
my divine force
my essence
and my core
all share this space
So we
The Trinity and me
sharing this space
this time and this place
are proud to be genuine
firm and solid in this
“the skin I'm in.”
Your Love Is
Your love is poetry...
Flowing through a gentle word
Your love is poetry...
Inspiring dreams to share with the world
Your love is my poetry...
Spewing the sweetest words ever heard
Your love is my soul's spirit
It's the fervor of my heart
Love is the sensation
Which with others
We generously impart
Your love is the music of my songs-
The passion
Of my dance
Your love mesmerizes and hypnotizes-
As you share it with me
At every chance
Your love is a sensation
I wish
To always share
Your love is what I live for...
Without it
Life may be too hard to bare
Your love is so good, so real, so connected
Your love is so you, so true, so perfected
Your love is tender and kind, indeed
Your love, Darlin', is all I need.
