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When is enough, enough? …."Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than hurt yourself trying to put it back together.” ~Unknown

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Never Knew…

I never knew it could get better

better than this

we became more than intimate

more than just a kiss

more than the sensations that ran through our fingertips.

We revelled in the moment

moments like this

momentarily losing ourselves

exchanging energy as our passion

was revealed; sealing and binding us together.

Never have I known anything better

we were love exposed

love unscripted

love exhaled in bliss

love within every hour

of

every minute

stopping 

just to start all over again.

and 

again

my body becoming your

second language 

and you’ve yet to enter it.

Never have I known anything better

better than this

better than

this 

love

we’ve experienced! -Valerie Rene’a

Sometimes sleep doesn’t find me…

I know many of us lie in our beds at night replaying  the day or coursing through the memories in our heads. Some of us mask our pain well, while others fight through the urges to release pent up demons. We lie in our beds peering at the ceiling, listening at the noises that sound out in the background. Some of us are taken back to dark places in our lives and that pain forms in our eyes and now we lie on tear soaked pillows. We get that feeling in our throat where former pain is trying to force it’s way out of our mouths. We wore masked smiles during the day and displayed happiness only to lay in the bed lonelier than before. We shake our heads and become fed up that we were led out of the storm but still covered in rain. And we just lie and wonder when will the clouds that hover over us  completely dry out. When will this happiness that we seek will be found. And we wonder if true love is written in those clouds, because where I stand only darkness is found. Sometimes sleep doesn’t find me…just this empty bed to which I am bond! -Valerie Rene’a

When Does He Stop Being Someone’s Baby?

​Dear Mama
I know you’re missing me and you hate that I lost my life senselessly at the hands of a cop that put his mark on me. I know that the media made my past catch up with me by displaying my rap sheet and now history will always see me as a savage being. I know now that my blood that painted the streets has been washed away from the crime scene. I know the cops you saw on your TV screen said that they can “justify killing me”. Now my seeds are left with memories of me,  my friends and family wear t-shirts saying rest in peace to me, they even pour out their liquor for me; some laughed and shared a few of their favorite times with me . Mama I didn’t know when I woke up this morning that it would be the last time I walked out the door. Mama I didn’t know that I would be another Black man with a Hash tag to hit the floor. I know you’ll fight for me while they examine my body and put that ice on me.  Mama I’m ok now; they saw the tapes, they know my name now, and I know they will stand up and rally for me…Tell me, when do our black men stop being somebody’s baby? -Valerie Rene’a

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She Made Me Love Her…

She made me love her. She made me feel like I was free and when this world of chaos tried to fight against me there she was uplifting her King. She was inspiring. And I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful inside, in all my days living. God has blessed me. Now these days that I spend all day laying beside her were more fulfilling than the streets that owned me previously, it was simplicity that I was missing. She made me believe. She made me believe that I could be loved more than her melanin ran deep. We shared everything. I would just sit there and stare at her as she spoke into me. It was my awakening. I counted my riches by how her body felt in my hands as I was grasping. There were lapses in time as mind tried to wrap itself around these precious moments. Moments in which I never wanted to end because of how she felt against me. She made me love her and now the rest of my days will be spent…proving! -Valerie Rene’a