Category: Poems

In humanity, I inhumanly fight

I fight me

I fight to breathe

When I’m the one suffocating me

Snuffing out my own life

Trying to realize what is wrong and what is right

What is God’s and what is mine

But I’m not of my own making.

I’m an undertaking

Fashioned by the father

Birthed by a mother.

I came naked

Essentially me

and thats how I will leave….



I will admit this one’s alittle different guys. But then again, I’m alittle different truth be told. No, to be truthful, I am alot different. I’m on a ‘Get Real’ kick, in my life right now. My desire is to be who God made me, unashamedly, ready to roll with His [God’s] purpose. This still goes with the theme of the blog for now, but its short. I hope it effects the purposes of God in your life, and causes you to take the perversion out and allow God’s truth to enlighten you – to you!

We’ve always been who we always were. Yet, when Adam discovered who he was [naked] he existed in shame. Sin perverts who God already made us. It makes us ashamed of what we’ve always been. We begin to categorize what is God’s & what isn’t. When the truth is, its all God’s. If you take out the perversion [ if you take satan out of the picture] , it returns us to our first existence, Freedom, wholeness, truth. The very you God created you to be. Stop falling for the enemies game, be OK with who God made you to be, no more shame, no more chains. Ladies and Gentleman, its time to be free.

There is nothing wrong with who you are, what you want, where you want to go. So stop fighting yourself. You are His, God’s child. So everyday, pick up your cross and kick satan out of the equation.

Fyi, the painting is not mine. Its a fresco of Adam and Eve.


When Mercy Steps In…

I was 18.
I was driving on Chippenham Parkway, in my car.
I looked up, into my rear view mirror, to see what was happening with the traffic behind me.
In my seconds long glance, I note a big rig. An 18 wheeler, behind me, and lots of cars on my right.
As my gaze turns from my rear view mirror to my windshield, keeping up with the traffic in front of me, everything goes red.
With the red that suddenly meets my eyes, I hear a smash, the kind of smash you fear when your inside of a car.
The kind of smash a New Yorker describes when a suicide jumps and lands on something inconvenient.
With the smash, came the glass, came the fear, came the crash.
At least I thought it did.
Yeah I thought I was dead
Driving with no visual, and thoughts of a death trap behind me, with 18 wheels, I can’t see, I can’t believe this could be the end of me.
18 and what have I lived for…
What have I died for, nothing…
not my own happiness even.
Partying with the friends, no I didn’t drink but I’ll buy yours and for sure we’ll all have a good time.
See I, I was a bone-a-fide sell out.
But there was a way out.
Even though it was I, stuck inside my car, glass shards impeded in my arm, I felt the angels carry my car, and lead me to safety.
Suddenly I hear the horn, and wind of 18 wheels avoiding me avoiding me and breathe in ‘cos I’m safe.

Sitting alone, on the parkway I breathe and scream, and see His mercy, then an angel appears.
You know, like a roma downy,touched by an angel, no andrew here, one in the flesh.
She was an angel wearing scrubs, said to be on her way home.
Although I don’t believe she was a nurse in this life, but an angel in disguise.
She’s standing to my right, scares me when she cried, are you ok, are you alright?
Shaking, sniffling, trying to believe its all reality right now.
See that’s what happens when mercy steps in, when you know what should have happened. When you see what’s coming for you with your eyes, then feeling only its wind when its passes you by.
See that’s what happens, when the tow guy comes to your house, trying to figure out who was in the car and did they survive.
Thats what happens when your sitting in a car, glass shards in your arm, and you don’t have to reach very far to touch what should have killed you….
But when mercy steps in….
Well, you can finish the rest


My name is heather and I’m 22 years old

22 years of being one with cultured blood

cultural tugs

some say mutt

other’s say mulatta

But I reckon to differ

because you can’t find me on a grocery store shelf

Nor can you pick me up at pet smart, your so smart

I’m 22 and amazed by you

Amazed by the ignorance we once saw as 14 year olds

Walking down the hall you joked and call me a dog

I’m not a dog

I’m a human

A human whose mother is mixed, white, Cherokee, and black she’s human

My daddy was a mixed breed

Dark skin, curly hair, red man

his daddy had itailian blood, roots like luciano

while is momma was a beauty queen, afro cuban dancing queen

He watched her clean, and clean to survive so did my white grandmother

who smoked all her life

Trying to attain and mantain the american look

after all she wasn’t white, she was just that way by looks

Her mother birthed her in shame, with a white man to name

He was her father

But in those days you didn’t even bother

Those days you denied the other part, the other heart

The other heart was dark so they hushed her up

Kept her hushed up to blame, telling her to proclaim

I’m a white woman so she had the best chance, blind romances

Stopped in the park

Richmond police stopped them in the park

1962, my grandmother and grandfather, stopped

they thought this man who loved her was harrasing her

So now I stand 22

Mulatta, mut, bautiful and you

I know my history, both the good and the bad.

I know one thing else I’ll often take what I have

See I didn’t grow up celebrating kwanza or hispanic pride

nor did I know anything of itailia other than santino and michael

the godfathers child

But I’m 22 and I refuse

I refuse to birth a generation so confused

Swayed by a culture saying you need to be this or that

But proud of their mixture cos of the catch it creates

The created is creative, white, yellow, black and red

Although my four year niece once said

She said with her blonde hair, green eyes, matte skin lookin light

Mariah Carey frizzed out curl

While playing dolls with the girls

They looked and looked trying to figure out

what exactally she is, how does she look the part

niether overtly black

nor white she rocks

but she’s unique to the sun

and glory spots

the four year old jazmine looks her way to ask

What color are you destanie

Dessi looked and laughed


Purple is a color created by mixing Red and Blue together.

If your confused youtube barney look for the color song

Maybe it’ll stop you where we all went wrong

Past our colors and shade

Past our cultures and raid

We were made to love and be love, to give love, and make love

Get your mind outta the gutter, not just that kind

But everyday waking up and choosing not to be blind

Choosing to love and make things to give in love

Past the color purple

and bright shinning sun

Past who looks like a raisin or a vanilla wafer

Truth is

it doesn’t matter

Please Keep Me –

For many years I’ve been afraid to sleep

For I know it won’t be a peaceful sleep

I’m taken to a place where demons invade

And my very conscienciouness is fair game

I’d sit awake , counting minutes as they pass.

1, 2, 3 o’clock how long will this last

I feel no comfort till the break of dawn

Where they’re are no more shadows

and satan’s spawns are gone

The things I see is shearly frightening

Loved ones, future hopes, and myself crushed by an enemy

The interesting part is he knows where to find me

Only on my bed of rest can he disarm me

Shadows lurking, my heart is hurting

I still somehow believe you will redeem what he steals from me

So for now I lay in wait, and continue to pray

That one day this bed of haunting will no longer be

Rest will come, as will peace

Suddenly I’ll begin to see

Your angels, your vision, your plans for me

Infiltrating my dream and no longer an enemy


No longer

I’ll rest in peace

Not the kind thats six feet under

but the kind provided by a trinity

Even in the worst fears of my sleep

You redeem me

So redeem me

Take back my sleep

For now I lay me down

praying you keep

not only my soul

but my mind

my emotions

my dreams

my fears

my hopes

my plans

Please keep me….