Love it

Put some love in it if you want it to taste better.

Love unsparingly  if you want to stay together.

Put love in to achieve the desired effect.

Put some love in it even on your last breath.

Love truly conquers all.

Do it with love or don't it all.

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HLH 3/17/21©️

For the love of it.

Would you love doing it any less if no one knew you where doing it?

Do you find your work rewarding without being rewarded for it?

Would you quit doing it if none ever said your name?

Are you passionate about it or are you just seeking fame?

What is your intention?

What do you hope to gain?

Do with passion.

Move at a vigerous pace.

If you truly love it then everything else will fall into place.

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HLH 12/10/20©️

My hands are up.

What’s a black life worth?

Do we qualify as human beings?

Are we lower than dirt?

Mr. officer what’s going through your head when you look in my eyes?

What it is it about me that  you despise?

My music isn’t loud.

My pants are above my waste.

I have a job.

When did it become your personal mission to make me fit the description?

I’m minding my own.

Mr. officer  why are you harassing me?

Please leave me alone.

Are you having a bad day?

Did you have trouble at home?

Is you’re your supervisor giving you hell?

Let me pass.

Let me be.

Why Mr. officer are you harassing me?

Why are you trying to harm me?

If you shoot me what will the story be?

He’s being aggressive.

He had a gun.

You saw the gun right?

Yeah right.

I just know my fresh spilled blood will make your night.

No need to draw your weapon.

I surrender.

I’m obeying your commands.

See I’m on the ground.

I surrender I give up.

Don’t shoot.

Look my hands are up. 

{BANG BANG BANG!!!!}

Rip James Garner,  Rip Mike Brown, Rip Tamir Rice, Rip Kimani Gray, Rip Nicholas Heyward Jr, Rip Ezel Ford,Rip Oscar Grant, Rip Tim Sandsburry, Rip John Crawford, Rip Ramorley Gram,Rip Trayvon Martin and all other unarmed black men killed by Law enforcement  in the US.

It is there sworn duty to serve and protect not to destroy and reject.

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HLH © 12/07/14

Snake Spit.

I see your scales.

I hear your hiss.

I’m watching the way you slither.

Stay back!






Way back.

Don’t bother coming hither.






The venom you secrete is toxic and vile.

I’m in no mood for your sadistic bile.

You slither about pretending to a friend when in reality you’re a foe.

You're retched ,conniving, and backstabbing.

You're the lowest of the low.






Conceal your fangs if you want to.






I’m already on your game.

You’re only delighted when you’re causing pain.

I refuse to get insnared in your coils of misery and fall prey to your hissing lies.

I see you for what you are and nothing more.






So if you’d like to strike go ahead and try.

I’m cloaked in the truth. The anti venom to your lies.

You might as well slither away now, for if you strike.

You’ll surely die!

copyright 4/19/12 HLH

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Ascend?

I’m just sitting here cherishing the sunshine

All the while anticipating the rain

Running from loss

Chasing the gain


Showing my strength and pride


Masking my pain


Holden of for dear life trying not go insane.


My thoughts trail off in dew like vapor.


If tranquility is steel.


Then anguish must be paper.


So what to do?


Embrace it or run from it?


It’s not here yet


I’ll think nothing more of it.

copyright 3/5/12

Resolve

I paid my dues and earned my place.

I poured salt in my wounds and used blood to wash my face.

I iced my veins to freeze out all taunts

I muffled the sound of my needs and trampled the growth sprits of my wants and desire's

I forged myself in pain's fire

In hopes of reaching and transcending beyond triumph's spire.

Here I stand.

Rolled in ash.

Dipped in fire.

Sharpened to perfection and ready to smite all of life's liars.

Balanced

Keen

Razor sharp.

Impassive.

New foresight and highly evolved.

I'm now cold and calculating.

Free flowing yet impassive.

Impossible to solve.

I've achieved oneness.

I have found a new resolve.

copyright 10/27/10 HLH

Why sista?

Why do you roll your eyes and neck when you speak?/

Why are you worried what another female has on her feet?

Why do sneer or have your face knotted tight?

Why do you have your hands clinched in balls and ready to fight?

Why do you punish your tiny male version of me?

Why can't you let what lays lie and what is be?
why sista?

Why?

Why are you so damn angry?

copyright 10/20/10 HLH