Category : Poems

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With his last Breath

The Preacher died.
But I ain’t sur-prised.
Better to be 
Taken by God,
For this 
Sunset surprise.
 Blast the death
 Bed outcry,
“ I fuqed Your Wife! “
And see if it don’t
Dry up every tear
From all Eyes.
..Widen them too.


That is what 
The Holy
And Sanctified
Has just come 
To find out.
Thus, in that Ol’ 
Church organ 
Fashion,
Immediate emotions 
Went from low
To high-in that 
Same crescendo fashion.
As We Church Sisters 
Went from sympathizing
With each Other,
Saying “ What a shame “,
To criticizing each Other
Out Their name.
While pointing
Middle fingers 
And blaspheming,
In Jesus name.


Face it.
A Sista would 
Be shook.
Husband here,
unaware that 
Another snake 
In There. 
Just one thing 
Remains to 
Be found out.
That is 
Specifically 
Wh-ere?


..In God’s Name
We trust,
I guess.
Humorous 
Around Your 
DearlyDeparted,
The Innocent  and 
Even the Guilty
Among Us.
Fill Our Cups
Until Overflowing.
Also if not too 
Much trouble,
Keep these 
Sisters fighting,
Let it be just be
You and Dead Baby 
Father knowing.
I am pregnant.










Ems out @ 1311