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I'm a 26 year old female. I'm nothing flashy and not trying to be. Just livin' life and being free. Loving my people because they've always loved me.

Here's a poem I wrote back in 1999 at ILL STATE U. It was my first and what I'm best known for in the poetry world. Hope ya like.
 
 
THE DIME

MY HOMEBOY SAYS TO ME,
"OOOH WEEE! SHE IS FINE.
NICE LEGS, "GOOD" HAIR, PRETTY SKIN, NICE ASS THAT YOU CAN DEFINITELY GET LOST IN.
SHE'S A DIME PIECE TO STAY THE LEAST,
WHEN SHE TURNS AROUND, I'LL BE AT EASE.
OH YEAH! SHE'S TURNING AROUND, OH SHIT DID YOU SEE THOSE TEETH??"

NAW, I'M JUST KIDDING I JUST THREW THAT IN,
THE REAL QUESTION IS....WHERE DO I FIT IN?

Is there no place for us real sistas to get in?
I can rock a half shirt, mini skirt or tight jeans,
But what would all that mean?
Brothas always waitin' for the float with Miss America on it,
And while you're looking the whole parade is passing you by.
I sigh!
Watchin' television with your boys will make you cry.
Just in case you didn't realize,
Vivica, Mariah, Tyra, and Ms. Lopez wake up with bags under their eyes.
That ain't no surprise.
Let me tell you the kind of woman you're dealing with.
A whole bunch of broads that don't amount to shit.
You tell her to jump she says, "how high?"
She stalking your ass like Bill Cosby in "I Spy."
She's a safety net for the dirt you do,
She wouldn't leave you if you GAVE her a clue or two.
Let me tell you what you're not dealing with
A sista like me I won't take your shit.
When you're down, I'll lift you up.
When you're stuck, I'll bring you luck.
I don't need to follow you around like the Central Intelligence Agency.
I want you to feel free, be free,
Be the man God intended you to be.
But don't kill your welcome by trying to play me.
A real woman doesn't have to be told to see.
Whether I be dark, light, short, or tall.
I give it to you to make your final call.
Just think, I'm a dime piece!
Some of you brothas need to read the fine lines before signing the lease.
Some of yall need not be so fickel.
Cause the women you're messing with are JUST NICKELS.
Your cheating on two nickels to equal a dime.
But I'm trying to tell yo' black ass you're wasting your time.

ROYAL T.

MY JOB (AS A WOMAN)

I am a woman and I have a job to do.
My job has nothing to do with a 9 to 5, buisness suits or high heel shoes.
God created me out of a rib of a naked man named Adam.
So that must make me Eve.
I'm about to get busy in explanation, so let me roll up my sleeves.

I'm not here for a man to tell me I'm less than him.
I'm not here on earth to cook, clean, or spit shine his tims.
My purpose is God sent.
But some folks seem to be missing the jist of it.

Listen up! I was made out of a rib and a rib has a specific job.
My job is to protect the heart.
I am to break before the heart can be harmed.
Not just any heart, but the heart of the black man.
I have no bigger purpose in this undefined land.

At the moment, I'm failing my task.
I'm watching unhappy black men vent because I'm failing to give love and they don't ask.
God made the King out of his image, but I feel his pain.
I am God's emotions so I cry when you can't, I'm here to heal the strain.

We have to meet half way to understand that I'm a part of you.
You can date a white girl and tell me I have too much attitude.
You can get rich and buy her a house.
I won't say a word, I'll be as quiet as a mouse.

But I want you always to remember: My job is to protect your heart.
I won't stop doing that until the day my body won't start.

I am Eve...
And I can't leave.
I'm sorry I'm not holding down my fort,
but you too have to show me what I'm worth.

I'll continue to work to show you that I love you.
But I won't stand by and let you abuse my soul.
I want you to love me the way you know how, so we can get our lives under control.
That's the only way we're going break this sickening mold.


I am a woman and I have a job to do.
My job has nothing to do with a 9 to 5, buisness suits or high heel shoes.
God created me out of a rib of a naked man named Adam.
So that must make me Eve.
I'm here until the world is no longer... so say what you have to, but don't expect me to leave.

Favorites

Here's a list of some of my favorite sports:
 
Hoops, Football (Da Bears..among others), Cubs Baseball (northsiders!!!), tennis, and some other things.
 
I'm a t.v. junkie. I really won't watch the t.v. but it's a necessity to have it on. That's so sad.

Here's a list of some of my favorite music:

Donnie, Dead Prez, Jay-Z, Jill Scott, SYLEENA JOHNSON (yes in caps...that's my dog), Anthony Hamilton, Kindred, NAS, BlackStar...I can go on with the real music.

ANOTHER SIDE OF ME...THE SLOWER SIDE OF ME.
 
slow dance!

Hands around my waist.
Eyes closed.
Heart beating to the rhythm.
Both of us dancing to the beat of our hearts.
Intoxicated with the moment.
Trying to pull ourselves closer to one another, but there is no more room.
Hot inside.
Yeah, inside the building and everywhere else.
Dripping.
Sweat.
Loving the feel.
Song is ending.
Tugging at each others belt loops.
Trying to dance this one out.
Not wanting it to end, but the D.J. just flipped the album.
No more slow music.
Now it's fast and pounding tunes.
But we don't seem to notice.
'Cause all along it was our beat in our moment.
We don't stop we continue to slow dance together.
Loving the feel.
Opening my eyes just to realize that our moment has passed.
When I need this feeling again, I'll close my eyes and check the back of my eyelids.
That's where the image was engraved.
Loving the feel.
Next slow song you find me, I'll find you....Is that a deal?

WEAPONS OF MASS SEDUCTION
Weapons of Mass Seduction

Tig ol' biddies and an a$$ to match.
It's not enough to make that final catch.
But my weapons of mass seduction seem to be able to get me things.
A free dinner at Mickey D's, a new shirt, but no diamond ring.

Tig ol' biddies and class to match.
Now that just might get a man securely attached.
I can even get in good enough to spread my wings.
With those assets I can get a brand new dress, lobster instead of Mickey D's, but not a diamond ring.

Heck yeah, I'm in the money honey.
I got him right where I want him, but not where I need him.
Doggit, I need another way to scheme him.
Maybe a low cut shirt and some tight jeans will do the trick.
Dammit, I need a solution this ain't workin' a bit.

I guess I have to bring out the big guns.
I have to use my big ol' brain and this phat a$$ heart.
Now that's how I have to have my relationship start.
The tig ol biddies and the phat a$$....
Yeah, you can have that for sure, but it will definitely come last.

My weapons of mass seduction will have to come from head to toe
Or the true love that I'm actually searching for, I'll never come to truly know.

Ni**as Banking In Advance (N.B.A)

And the first pick in the NBA draft was a high school kid.
No more chump change, this kid is about to live big.
So what's all the fussin' about.
College ain't for everybody, dammit he chose his route.
Jermaine (O'neal) said, "I'm old enough to go to war for this country."
So why can't a 10 year veteran put his nut sacks on his forehead while dunkin' on the rookie?
Which one is more detrimental to their health?
War or instant wealth?
I think I know what all the debate is about,
You black a$$ ni$$a's are skippin' stages in the white man's game of life.
Is that allowed?
It's ok for the teenager to go to M.L. (major league) Baseball's Double A.
What about those young tennis stars,
Or the muscle bound midgits in the Olympics on the uneven bars.
She's 14, He's 16, and given the opportunity to do sport, but study on their own time.
Why can't my brothas do the same?
Is it because they're cheatin' the game?
So what!! The game is cheatin' them.
They make 6.5 million, if that!!
You make billions from the sweat off their back.
College is an option for some but not for all.
Let them decide on their well being it's their call.

Congrats to Lebron James, Moses Malone, Shawn Kemp, Kobe Bryant and the rest of my peoples that made the exact same choice I would have made if given the chance. Inspired by Jermaine O'neal
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STAY TRUE TO SELF AND THE WORLD WILL FOLLOW ACCORDINGLY.
 
 
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