Lost Questions

I find it strange that you claim to live your life by a book you’ve never completely read.

I find it strange that you still believe you can determine where I go once I’m dead.

I find it strange that I came here for church but your more worried about the hat that’s on my head.

I find it strange that you lack yeast if knowledge of self is God’s bread…

I find it strange that you twist the bible for your own personal gain.

I find it strange that if I question your book then I’m either a demon or insane.

I find it strange that you think your religion is the only one that’s real.

I find it strange you could be so deranged that requires a special kind of skill.

I find it strange you’re able to judge without knowing what someone feels.

I find it strange you don’t look for answers but if you don’t then I will…

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Still Queens

Ebony toned goddess
Summer or winter
Your desire is the hottest
Royalty in your veins
But your persona is modest
Beautifully built queen
I just need you to know
You’re worth more than everything
Hips switching in rhythm
The song of your sway is what I sing
Value in every word that leaves your lips
Spirits in your opinions
I’m just trying to take a sip
Inebriated by your presence
Silver and gold should be the toll
To pay for your life lessons
Guess that’s why I’m sweating
Right before I send you this text message.
Nubian beauty
For whatever it may mean
Just want you to know you’re still a queen