About This Woman

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Well what can I say my horizon is expanded. I rarely limit myself, with that being said I love a little bit of everything. I am in the united states Navy but aside from that I love to write. I love good music that I can feel, music that can take me to new worlds, a taste of "something different". Though I am young I have experienced pains that many of my elders can no where near relate to, which is why writing as well as the art of speech help me tell my story to thoes who are willing to lend an ear. A few of my inspirations are Jessica Holter, Love the poet, Zane, and Maya Angelou. I love cooking and creating new journeys for my taste buds to travel. I love art and self expression, design. As a writer I am for the voice of women and consider myself a feminist. Hopefully someday I will get a book that I have been writing published.

Monday, January 30, 2012


Meeting perfection is like meeting
 the horizon. We will never meet no place nor fate forget about the time and...
I sit soul filled with self neglect. Is it I that I should fault for my solitude wreck?
 I try to separate myself from what I face everyday, the  ignorance and self defense each day we are face to face, and it is I pistol in hand filled with the love of  hate for each person that has the ability to be an ass hole.  So hard to "turn the other cheek". So many insecurities, and new unfamiliar landmarks. which path  should I choose?, just don't know what to do right now...I'm confused...I don't get it. Society is transforming me into an antisocial bitch! Yes an antisocial bitch, because I don't friend fake chicks! and I refuse to ride his dick! I don't associate with her because she will just abandon me when she sees me with a guy that her pussy wants to meet...and I don't associate with him because he wants to be more than friends
 can't hold a decent conversation knew from the start how he would end!
 So where is the aftermath?..There is none the aftermath is "present math"
because we humans are to blind to see that we are at this very moment suffering 
 never ending we continue to do the same things.
We only live for the moment what ever happen to living dreams???
She had it and you knew it, but you two are consistent at swapping fluids, drip dropping exchanging, and licking
 call your boy run your trains do your switching.
 Now you have questions about
 genital itching!
 I still don't understand..nope just don't get  it,
 so I just keep to myself and mind my business.
 Solitude she calls my name.. I'm crying.
 we will converse when you meet the horizon.

Friday, January 7, 2011

I'll Always Be His Lady

♫In my mind ill always be his lady♫
Thats what my mind says ...so she speaks?
she speaks never ending and
she taunts me with things that I dont want to think about!
She brings up the past forcing me to think about the love we once had
This, that, and such, and such
Im starting to think she speaks to damn much!
shut the hell up sometime and...
let me chill, I know that hes with her this life is real
so just cease!......let me think for myself
yet....she keeps on naggin with her constant loli gagin
wastin time about bull shit!!!
Instead of speaking of memories that are exciting to me!
and speaking of happiness
My mind she speaks her heart...because..
♪In my mind ill always be his lady♪
I try to change my thoughts yet her motives keep me chasing
so...then im left standing to think...
so i think
I think long and hard.
I think strong.
I think life
I think my. life, our life.
so I think about we, but then I think about she
are we destined to be? I dont know you tell me...are we?
so my mind thinks...
♪because to she ill always be your lady♫


Monday, January 3, 2011

He Made Me Blossom

I am going to tell you a story about the birds and the bees..
How they both united and introduced me to shaking at the knees
like an oak he stood strong and introduced me to spring
maple is what id call him when his sap flowed frequently
he assigned me a new groove far beyond jazz or blues
he renewd my melody stripped me from hip hop and r&b
He assigned me to spring
This brotha told me to blossom rose of beauty..be free!!
release my pigment, my color,nude... let the world envy me
for I would shine like a queen.
These are the words that would pour from his mouth!
and when he poured from his mouth id make it rain down south..!
aint no need for me to shout!.. because hed soothe me.......he would move me
unraveling each tight concealed petal of my rose.. she kept oh so many secrets
so much power in her tight compact..but she kept secrets
she kept her lips closed..but wantend to be free
I am a lady rose of beauty this brotha gave me sun
He told me to blossom
Not knowing that i was a wild flower from the amazon
so I vetoed his sun and season
He said ..."baby dont rain on my parade"
I said "damn youve made me do it youve made me rain on your parade!"
For it was him that I craved so I began to blossom
mother anatomy had taken her corse!
I was praying for winter but I cant go back and forth!....
at least not this fast!!!!
Spring was here ...us rockin steady....
He had got him some ass!


Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Sistah Open Up Your Eyes

Sistah open up your eyes can you distinguish
night from day
sunset from sun rise
real men from thoes that are fake.
When you opened up your thighs and let him eat off your plate
you let him enter your world but you two couldnt relate!
You face pain yes you do cause its not love that you make,
instead its much a disgrace
"I guess we all make mistakes"
your right!...
We all make mistakes
Its time to throw them away!
But she dosnt......
Instead she listens to the pimp on the next place to meet
and she listens to the thug down the street tryna beat
cant afford to miss another train
dont wrap it up just abstain
BECAUSE YOUVE HAD ENOUGH!...retire that life.
sistah open your eyes can you distinguish
wrong from right


Monday, December 20, 2010

Sex Without Love

You want sex without love.
I want love without sex.
My horizon is expanded, but my generation is next.
Next for disease because of foolish praise,
next for government assistance because of our selfish ways.
I want my love to ring bells from one city to the next
aknowleging me and...he loves me.
I want my brotha to strike a tune
 fine and melodious so joyous
not tempted to strike a grove but
its with him i should move ...through love.
you want sex with out love...
you say its just sex.
You think because you wrap it up that your
"protecting your best".
but when an enemy slips through and goes to war
self destruction comes along but you still want more!
"its just sex"? ...kill the noise your modow is "on to the next".
but what is sex without a wind that embraces you strong.
 what is sex without a love that brightens as the sun.
do you want sex without love
or love without sex
we shall encourage true love
and take action with the next.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

I Am Queen Sheba

I am Queen of Sheba
so you say when your mad
that i think im perfect but
im only as trash........
I should stand back sometimes just fade and be last
that ive degraded your life and I stressed out your past
hale me the all mighty
so you say when you rant
that things must go my way come at an instant
but while you judge me and nag
about the things that you lack
listen close to the queen observe my opinion on that
but your right....
I am Queen Sheba....
not an insult to me
I am Queen Sheba i am much like she
I am black I am history
like sheba
Ill consume quite a distance
what i hear about..i must see
but I am Queen Sheba
yes I do demand respect
like sheba
ill question "man" and ill challenge his intellect
to some shes known as nicole, well hey! thats my middle name
so your correct me and Sheba we are oh so much the same
gender does not effect me I am woman I am Queen
before you call me Queen Sheba you should know where shes been.
                                                         -Ms.Poetic Magic

My Ex Homegirl

my homegirl you were, the jokes the plans but out yo mouth you slipped up you said .."we never were friends"
so yea our friendship is lost
no point to be found
why should i come round'
why should we be bound
by a tie a commitment "friendship" is the name
but why hold on to a name when its played like a game
so quick to take things out of hand when we had the title friends
you tell the world our conversations some of which should be contraband
you say i act like im a queen "sheba" is what you call me.
evidently it doesn't take a fool to see this isnt how it should all be
choose your path im choosing mine
we're not happy why the fuck should we stay
you continued to nag impossible to bring us back
as trees in fall we shall wither away.