No, thank you. I'll Fall Back...

Good Day Good People!

Recently I was shown by a friend just what that term means in relation to me. I am an open, and honest person, and sometimes I am left wondering if it is to my chagrin. It’s important to have good folks and supportive folks in your corner, and I do my best to put these types of people around me, and that energy is based upon our interactions. Needless to say, it’s annoying when someone that indicates they consider you friend, and vice versa, but all actions display everything but. With that said, today is a New Day, and thus the beginning of the ‘Fall Back’.

What kind of energy do I exude? Is there something offensive in my energy?

The answer: No. I am a unique woman, and the fact of the matter is, everyone cannot exist in the opulent space and energy that I provide. I take pride in owning my confidence, grace, how I feel, who I am, and how I connect with people. The mere fact that I have so many blessings and a fierce talent (yet to be recognized on a grander scale) is testimony to the gifts I have been given.

Through my journey in attempting to establish myself as a Poet, I have made attempts that have been unable to bear fruit. I would love to have artist/poet friends to run ideas across, talk to, and be inspired by, but I try not to let my frustrations hamper my intentions or my progress on this road, and am glad to say that I have come this far.

So, beginning today, I will no longer hold on to people who have already let me go. To share my existence is a gift, and not everybody is worthy. Don’t crowd my crown. I got shit to do.

--Poet B. Lee

Dichotomy of 'We'

I'm tired of this dichotomy


Everything is always because of Me

Its time I set myself free of these bonds

I'm bout to be On

And its all because you wasn't straight with me

I just wanna be everything I was meant to be

But I feel like you're holding me back

As a matter of fact

I can admit that it ain't even all You

I won't do what you do

I won't put it all on you

And act like some of it wasn't me, too...

But its clear to me you wanna be free

Which once again brings me to our dichotomy...



You try and make it seem

As though you didn't contribute to these things

I can't say that I set out to hurt you deliberately

Its more like a 'by way of' kinda thing

That got us hurting

Maybe these growin' pains ain't so 'what's up'

Cuz after it all I feel like I lost my Real love

Even when I had never let go

But its apparent you got some seeds to sow

So imma continue to go

On with my life

So unfair it seems when we go through these things

But we often fail to realize what all this really means

Which once again brings me back to our dichotomy...



Its funny how you want me to forget and live like yesterday never happened

And now I'm lookin at the handful of straws I been graspin

Now I'm askin

Was it all worth it anyway?

No matter the years and tears

Still couldn't get you to stay

Or even slightly sway

To see things from my perspective

Your resolve don't sway

But I now understand that you gonna Do and Be you

I'm just wonderin how our lines got confused

Whole time we so different that the ointment used to circumvent the acknowledgment has been bent to be misconstrued even after all that you do

You still talkin big "I's" and little "You's"

No matter how you try to inadvertently confuse, me

I'm Queen~

But still see the difference in which things are viewed

Part of me doesn't know what to do

But the larger part does

Can't continue to hark on what once was

All in the name of love

And, basically it all does

Boil down to a conscious you just don't seem to have about "Us"

So, illlogically

I've given you all of me

And there is no way to take back that part of me

But, obviously-

It matters not anymore

So go on you fuckin Whore

And when you wantin more

You won't be able to come back to me

No longer do I remember "we"

And its all about the dichotomy

Of our different views...



Brandy “Poetryee Queen” aka “Poet B. Lee” Facey Copyright © 2011 All Rights Reserved.

The Other Significant

Reciprocated, demonstrated and never inflated

A passionate Love consummated

Even better than words whispered thickly that deliver leg shakes

Body quakes

In the way you stare into my face

While you fill that space



I want to taste my love in your thrust

And trust that you are ready for this rush

That’s about to be Us

Love and not lust

Just Love

Reciprocated, demonstrated and never inflated

Beauty multiplied becoming antiquated

The kind you’d never forsake it

I’ve been through some trials

So through the storms on the horizon

No worry- we’ll make it

As long as you can show me

A Love

Reciprocated, demonstrated and never inflated

Respected even when faded

Open and honest without dancin between lines faded

Nourishing enough to keep your stomach sated

And your desires tethered to this Lady

Kind and sweet to wanna see me deliver your babies

Cuz life’s crazy

And I wonder if you’ve thought about this lately

But I need you

To make me feel, Love

…that’s…

Reciprocated, demonstrated and never inflated

Just Mine.



Brandy “Poetryee Queen” aka “Poet B. Lee” Facey Copyright © 2011 All Rights Reserved.

Conversations

The naked curiousity of the way we would relate

got me tryna keep my shit straight

I'm tryna keep things on the right plane

until you ready to consume what's on this plate

quick kisses make my lips swell and legs quake

unable to contain the thought,

I can't lie and say I'm not tryna meet your Rock

forever afraid that I won't be able to control this if it were to evolve into more than a thought

its not my fault that you think my stroll is a strut with a fuck walk

but all in all, I'm tryna just talk

the goods are the bomb- we'd be so gone

but at the beginning is where we gotta start

Our energies are what make the sky blue and the moon shine in the dark

but you seeming real intent on getting my legs to part

so I'm telling you now to just stop

entry into my femininity is not the way to my heart

but, Yeah, I feel good

just like everything you touch, you make good like southern food

gotta stand back and give you your due

but I am sure the women who don't leap at the sight of you are few

I understand you to be an awesome dude

but I'm just tryna give you food...

for thought

But I see you would rather eat me instead

flaterry doesnt matter to me

and no I won't let you just put in the head

I'm tryna get in your head

 

instead of the bed, so

let's

just

Talk.

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" aka "Poet B. Lee" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.