Creative Works

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Funny how you call me a ho', a thot, a twist, a skank

But you’re the first to wanna gauge the depths of my tank

Gassin’ up on the fuel that is my body, yet denying me the right to be more than just that chick you wanna screw

Criticizing my need and desire to be loved and tangible

While you creep and fuck anything that's available

A notch on your post I am not, son

Because the spirit woman in me is rising

To become what the world needs to experience

My bones and sinews speak to this true evidence

I am a bonafide necessity, not at all secondary

To your dull whims and obscenities

Call me what you will, I’m exceeding your tirade

Becoming the woman of substance of which I was made

My world will flourish while yours withers and dies

While you’re in your tormenting hell, tell the devil I said "hi!"

Funny how I’m a nag, a hag, that old ball and chain

Yet my lower door is from whence you came

Funny how you call me a slut

Yet I’m the one who busted that nut

Extraordinary humor that you assumed I’d be in ruins without you…

Without you…

Without you…

Without you?

Yes, my world was crushed when you left

But since you’ve gone, I’ve been at my best

Learning me, loving me, discerning the times that were once spent wasting time on you

Wasting time…

Wasting me…

Wasted because of you!

I’ve moved on and yet here you are knocking at my door… again

Hoping to get a piece of ass, the smooth, supple cocoa of my brown skin?

Nah, bruh! Go back to the source of your delusion

I’ve evolved into a world of God’s own choosing

I’ve no coattail 

No bandwagon

Nothing on which you can ride, playa

Hit the bricks and I hope life for you gets betta

As for me, I’m done with you and this letter

Thank You, Lord, for bringing me this far

Others complain of a number they can neither comprehend nor respect because of the vastness of its meaning

53!

The lessons of seasons and times

The essence of understated beauty no longer held captive by the shallow, surface, vapidness of the youthful mind

The age of kings and queens as they come to a place of newness, beginning again and, this time, getting it right

It’s the realness of opinions, the maturation of openness of advice

It’s the manifestation of standards set so high only God alone can bring forth their reality

I am 53 and proud as heck because I no longer put up with the societal crap and asinine assholism that plague a world heavy-laden with superficial identity crisis… identity that’s been long lost

It’s at 53 that I now know who I am, what I do and where I want to be

It’s at 53 that I can say no to that which displeases me and yes to that which does not

It’s at 53 that all the important lessons I’ve learned become understood and known

It’s at 53 that every good move made in the past bears fruit

It’s at 53 that my value and worth become evident

53 is not a time to avoid but a time to embrace

A time to recognize that you are just beginning and all the years past were just a test-drive

Oh yeah! It’s phenomenally great to be 53!!

NOTE: The woman in the photo above is Ernestine Shepherd an 82-year-old bodybuilding champion and personal trainer. She is now 88. Click the photo to go to her site.