THE SOUL IN ME I WEAR

The soul embarks...what remains in my heart..caresses my bedside.. a buddle of nerves stops..where I soothe my body..smiles with joy.. laughter..craves for your love..inside what's deep..piercing..keeps me still to relax..where my spoken repitore melts and loose all train of thought..a single female wants u badly..wearing..my drink of wine.. prince valiant..my kingdom for his Queen of hearts..a bridge over trouble waters..rises to the top of liquid nature..leaks a sigh of comfort..the soles of my feet..plays tag..ur it...curls..tickles mines.. where we meet..under sheets of lilac and perfumed fragrance..what a scent while the room speaks incoherent..a mind boddles..flows so merciful..unwhines..revitalize the moment of passion leaves one holding on 2 partnership..a song..a symphony..where love unlimited performs the motion in oceans..what drifts the tide..shakes an effect where..Barry White..serenades u in over drive..he moves mountains..storms..performs an erection..a violin sends me to heaven..where..I never wanna loose u my self infliction..2 no end of..what began a simple hello..what talks a good game..where objects meet..my truffle becomes a Chocolate center piece..candy liquor..how can I pretend what wet my undergarments..what plays below the waste line...where water trickles down my flesh..a prize package wrapped..an angel of the night..sweet nectaur..the cure for desire..comes alive..wakes me 2 call for your soul..body..what I give for pleasure of your lips..eyes of darkness..what lifts my spirits.. makes me weak..a tendah touch of mellow magic sparks a reaction 2 what enlightens whats' electric..a raging force 2 find ourselves..happily ever after..a writer..calling for an answer to loveland..always and forever..each moment with u..I imagine the glow of love..pending..loving u..waiting til you.. send for me..Create..S T Jordan

THE STAGE IS SET

long behold..I am the stage told..the performance thrilled..the audience filled..the room is still..waits as i make a motion to stand in position..the curtain remains decoration and I become your entertainment..where eyes see a lifeless sound of greeting..who am I..while the voice of people all around smiles with laughter..slowly..I bow..to what gets ready for the a show..without anywords or paragraphs..no song or dance..no music or band to rhapsody melodies of a man in BLACK, a side of no following..who did u expect..the curtain opens.. the people files in..I'm so impatient..what am I waiting for..your the classical bandstand..the stage..a light as it shines on me..One human..the story of loosing script,I stand once more..an act 2 follow..the end of encore.. losing you..SPEECH..a REVIEW..poor..Create..Sheila T Jordan

4 CORNERS OF BEAUTY

here.. we have blocks of separation on this picture...but..the sisters with fine soft looks and smooth velvet skin texture..a variety of Nubian..culture..the diversities combine with a spark of pigment..challenges itself among white.. defies the tone..habits me..to stand out or to smell the sweet nectar of juice that flows from ones sweat glands..signify all 2 transcends..become color..but opposites our men black beauties 2 change..what measures me on a scale of balance.. what examines the amount..QUANTITY of love from our brothas..what explains my qualifications as a beauty is the eyes of it's beholder..African American descent..strong..brave..NOBLE..so..what in the hell makes u think..while I read your comments..u rave on the matter of WHITE..being chosen by a blk man,you so ur superior to all his Queens..this was a topic of interest wriiten where she explains how she's upset..why all our sistahs are hating on the matter of our brothas choosen them over us,well as the story continue to strike a nerve in the pit of my stomach..it just so happens.. A blk defense talks back..the anger.. the disgust..how you speak like u got it like that..don't take it out on us type thang going on...because blk men find us too fat..loud..on the offensive,wanna argue,wanna fight..wanna act like their angry with every white woman..well this brotha comes back at her with both barrels..he gave her a piece of his mind..blk..letting her know..just because a blkman except a white girl over his own,just because she stands up for herself,just because the facts are shes superior to him..works harder..she purchases her own home..her own strengths and never takes shit off of him or anyone..she's a mother..wife to her husband and children..raised in a christan environment..our past history qualifications..with discipline and respect for her people..which you know nothing about..when your white..taking charge of mine..our life.. your eazy going..your scared of challenge,you kiss ass..lick us all around our genital..become the anals getting butt fucked..what you like coming from a blk man.. you do anything our brotha ask u to do..the beauty is..what beauty does 2 u..at any size..shape or attitudes of sistahs..the culture..does not give you the right to tell any blk woman,your tired..when were tire of hearing cries about abuse..from the likes of blaiming only black brothas being whipped because of accusing the blackman of rape every single time u drop your draws..behind closed doors..right now..he could be playing yourass with his color & u say ur his...lady u talking shit..where we have the right to put your ass out in the pasture..sweat like my mother did..like my grandma did and like I still do..being a man..blk.. never looking down on any black sistas...u can take that high sadity blkman with his education and good working skills..like you said he's got and kiss my ass..u making it eazy..with no means of christan values..what's cleaned your homes..washed your floors..cooked your meals..where his ancestors's dick was being munched on..by the master's wife behind his back..kissing the best of white & being hated at the same time..thats a wannabe mantality..a slave trade..u marketed..now u got networks,bringing up the rear,feel me..blkman in corporate dwellings..thinking it's been your abilities as a hard working brothas in business got him the position..moving on up..like George Jefferson..it's called..living the life..kissing your ass..your never once ever experience as a black man..and this white woman..she's disrespecting...and while u at it..betta check yo'self,this is what it is,..sorry..apologies goes out to u sistahs..here we go again...Slavery is back..that same bullshit...what goes around comes right back..but now wearing balls & our brothas cock..."Queens"..I love ya..and I got your backs..SIGNED..a man called..nigga Please!!!!.u love 2 be with..CREATE...SHEILA T JORDAN

Richmond History Center Collections

Richmond History Center Collections

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Wentworth Miller a Gallery of Photos

Wentworth Miller a Gallery of Photos

GHOSTFACE/ MY ACE..OLD WU TANG LOVER

Staten Island ..what cha gotta say..this was an enchanter the flamboyant lover..the straight up brotha that captivate my corner..there he was..a smile behind sheets and bees of shallon..the sword without the face covered..but please don't get me wrong..underneath was a copy of my distance lover..a soldier..with madcap evil eyes with no smile..a bad observor.with the swiftness..2 protect my assess..what a great entertainer he is..with feather leather jackets and threads with the name TONY STARKS..Not 2b mistaken as..Ironman(Robert Downey Junior) although he gotta hold of my heart and shaped it in2 wu-heaven..not because of his style of fashion..not because he was one of the Wu-Tang gang..but because he favors the love of my lifetime..My friend and ex husband while in a facility at LIVINGSTON CORRECTIONAL ..UPSTATE NY..for 11 years..I was the woman in waiting..the care package deal..the whole shabang..sistah Ellis..wondering how I did this ..well to say the least ..I was his lady for that long..I witness all elements of time..living in facilities.. working for their com, the neccessities of making it become forever..getting those cigarettes..eating..buying toiletries for his body parts..so one day I go visit sweetheart..smiling..grinning like a chesaire cat..when I arrived,there was a fight going on..the inmates was going after a guy with contrabend on a visit..suddenly the gates was closed..the visIt was cancelled..due to one person..who squealed.. but nobody knew who he was..until the gates were open,we commence to proceed outta the prison to leave,when all of a sudden...I heard somebody yell..Wu-tang,open up..the visit was back on..just when the i walked out to go board the bus..I heard another yell,Wu-TANG..I turned around and what did my eyes see,,but none other than,Tony Starks himself on a visit for u guest it.. RUSSELL JOHNSON..bka..Ol' dirty bastard himself..he was in Jail with my man..go figure..I quickly turn around and ran back to meet him and when I looked at his face,I couldn't believe the resemblence to my Boo..DAMN ..That was astounding..they look just like twins..just goes to show ya,,there a face..a ghostface,Iremember when my man use to call from the facility..putting Tony on the phone..saying..say hi..baby..I GOT HOOKED ON his silliness..the memories are well lived..R.I.P..OL'DIRTY..WE MISSYA BROOKLYN..PEACE..LOVE YA my ex seed..it was fun..and I missya..C..Create..Sheila