lost in words YOU...N respect TO PEACHES ROBINSON..

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for Sheila...

Miss Me" Miss me,

but let me go When I come to the

end of the road And the sun has set for me I want no rites in

a gloom filled room Why cry for a soul set free Miss me a little -

but not too long And not with your

head bowed low Remember the love that

we once shared Miss me - but let me go For this is a journey

that we must all take And each must go alone It's all a part of the Master's plan A step on the road to home When you are lonely,

and sick of heart Go to the friends we know And bury your sorrows in

doing good deeds Miss me - but let me go ~Author Unknown~

11 hours ago...

Sheila Create T Jordan I like originality Michelle.. I was taught off Unknowns... but I am no study.. I am the Writer who takes it's Pen and paper.. Set the movement..Proceed n motion..not halt my sobriety, and fame..unsupervised Silent, But be his Scripture, left upon thee atonement, times allows, where God gave me his class.. help one less fortunate..unknown 2..creativity I'm public awareness..what spoken, words..silent... of Poets..biblical..like.. all the apostles.. kept notes on me..Ib one..called read, baptized..a new breed of Heaven..sense of a Woman..Man's alternative 2.what speaks.. Outta verse..Affimative. Acts personifed..left inconclusive.. final...the end..Composed... the voice..noone wants 2 hear.. unknown 2 itself...Create....me. 10 hours agoMichelle Williams Fisher:)....you are truly gifted with word! Have pleasant dreams 10 hours ago....

Sheila Create T Jordan )...Goodevening..lol..thanks..Michelle..u too..

Whitney Houston - Count On Me Featuring CeCe Winans

For you..MY Dear SISta..

FRIEND...

GOODBYE..

PEACHES FLORENCE ROBINSON...

Sister's :what lies beyond..Love..A poem..Gooodbye..

SISTER"S

Joy n the morning..

starts out w/our children off to school...

1987..the year of many surprises..

smiles, laughter, what's new..

Gathers..the Love shines like a diamond..

she arrives w/ charm, smart..

wise and wonderful..I become time spent..

she rings me, calls me..a new friend, change me

fr/ Sheila..I now pronounce you..SHE SHE..

Introduced by..Peaches..

what resembles a carbon copy of

me..worn..with such Character.

beyond WORDS...where

life holds me.a new beginning narrated..

marinated..like 2 sugar canes on Christmas day..

start what turns out 2b, ..lets go get

something to eat..put my numbers in..

go to the cab stand..Check out..

our buddies on

Rockaway..134st..Lucky Duck's

play her numbers..

what a system she had...Hit. share her winning w/ me

after the children are n school..she

was our plan..walked like a

Business woman..had many restaurants..she owned..

A laundrymat named after her Daughters..

Darlenya & Lil Peaches..

Nikia Known to us now...grown..

my Goddaughter..Where There are

no words to describe

such beauty love of arms..graced my authority..

Peaches nominates me..the honor of being..

n their lives..called me her SIS..as times moves on...

claims no other as ..my blood relations on a regular basis..

Now becomes an memory n LOVE of FRIENDSHIP....

where times took it's toil n God's

Eyesite..we were on a roll..Chancey..

her departed Husband..

would be by her side..but alongside me..lol.

he never denied our friendship..

shared n love..respected what we had..

two woman..laughed , joked always..

One n a million..GOLDEN GIRLS ..the Sequel..

to become Good mother's, Grand to our

family..such an amazing journey..

how incredible life brings ..2

identities...become the plan on a daily basis.

where pain crossed our paths on several occasion..

the :LOve of Anthony..Tamara & Nathan's dad...

my children father..who was Murdered..

she used to enjoy being n our Company at home..

we had a lifetime thats spands the globe, bitterness..

hatred and even people tried by

breaking bond through demon seeds found out,

no friends..Jealousy..the devil's advocate..

But above all things..we were blessed..Gifted..

where God spoke, said..

this 2 shall pass..the eyes of the storm

shall no longer be cast upon

what I do Best..become the armor.

from bitter fruit and sour burdens of

dispair..For I am the Kingdom..

the powers that recieves you..n times of trouble..

My refuge & strength..

the Glory n heaven, what will remain.. golden

moments and faithfullness..

PEACHES FLORENCE ROBINSON..

their will be no other like you,

my SOULSISTA..

the Earth gravitates ur sense of Humor..

elightens a family unit..

demonstrated what LOVE what all about..

represented..

A cuture where Diamonds were not

only the spakle, what glitters..

through paths which spoke..

Follow ur Heart..

the God; Our Lord wears..shall guide

you every step of the way..reach

for a light that SHINES

within still waters that run

deep, but what appreciate who you are..

inside as well as Out..

a smile..what wakes the whole

Universe..never, never..

Forgets...I am Right there beside

YOU, Girlfriend...

And u know thats RIGHT..,,ya here me..

I saw you going up, where the hands of

JESUS met..Where I shed no more..Tears..

but Instead ..Cut off what floods my eyes..

turns over..Rest...the Peace you left me with..

lifted...GOES W/GOD>.amen..

This is my dedication to..

MY PEACHIE POO..

named by me...SISTA..she she..

where you will always be....

A JOY FOREVER...

until we meet again..

REST, my Golden LADY..

Peace Leads You

H O M E ..

where J E S U S awaits YOU

My GOOD friend..

FAREWELL..

YOU CAN COUNT ON ME..

GOD BLESS YOU...

MY LIFE n NEED Of LOVE has closed..

PEACE..

Sheila T Jordan...

C R E A T E...

your Best Friend 4Ever..

Oct/ 21/1940-Aug/27/2011-

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Does Your Clothing Style Define Your Decorating Style?

This is ME..

I used to have an Apartment

when i first started out with

just my Two children,

Russell & Shatika...

the colors I chose

were n my Bathroom..

I wallpaper it..it's incredible,

looks just like it...

loved my decor n the 70s..

I was a Mod squad..

Liberator..lol..afros and boots..

miniskirts and flowers

was the thang n my hair..

love potting plants..

flowers n every room...

even the bathroom..

WHat I like Is What I am 2 YOU...

back to me..THE FIST..

Activist..Like

ANGELA DAVIS...Professor..

I wish..that part n my Life

came true..But i"ll except..

what God made out of H I M..

A Creation well preserved...

ALL NAtural..

Just like my Home...

Contemporary..

C R E A T E...

Looking Good..I thank you

J E S U S..

MESHELL NDEGEOCELLO - OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR(REARRANGED)

The Answer 2..

ME' SHELL..raw..

I sat n many

corridors..

feeling empty..kept..

what was a silent act of Mercy..

Bound by a note n POetry..

Felt, Like a choke hold of mischief..

runnin Free..the air moved ..like him

a refreshing Drink..he serves me..ColdIceTeaCocktails

me accompanies lips so sweet n Love..

urs Still...warm embrace,ready..

..

strong among my feelin n Out..

so HAPPY were together...

the memories of you..resembles..closed doors..

a face, place and time of fantasies..

Words that hurt me, why am I thinking..

where the door once knock..

i welcomed you n my space and time

of Blues..Jazzy all feelin..repeats..

Here I am..but look again, ur gone far from

me..what aches..more acts of lesson fake n Love..

my Poems n to space and time..writes a

dream..where I continue..what spoke 2me..

the interest of heart..Losing sleep,

driftin...the tides of wet currencies..

when I had you..setted right

before A REAL WOMAN..no childsplay..

My Body left Outside your door that night..

A dream worth having u..alone..

That night. gonna get Toliets P..

disappears

left me w/ur doorkey..where once mo'..

chemical reactions are a thing

of the pass..leftme ..

setted inside ur room..what

You spend ur last of what was paid n full..

room and board..leaves me empty..2 express

absolutely nobody..so I drank..what was .

left of you..all alone...Still waited...

Outdside ur Door..Angry!!!!

A woman Had to Show Her

ownself HOME..Outside ur DOOR..

BYE baby..But I"m still N Love W/

Y O U..

#AIN'T THAT NOTHING..T

he way you saw me..

did ya get ur keys back..

God knows..u couldn't even keep

The ROOM..pitiful..shame on me..

Out side Ur Door...

And u said that Convo on my Phone..

Quote; uhhh Sheila..were

Not gonna be together..You Wanted..

Something more..JESUS..Bible..

Yeah,,I know...Whatever..

Keep Ducking, dodging.

Hiding from Urself..Peace...

Thank you >>GOD..

C r e a t e..

Sheila T Jordan..

Kem Love calls

As i said b4;..

my talent brought fame..

where the beauty of Black.. narrates me,

the Queen..signified..

born treasure, the lady from love, the pasture, frame..

a delicate Sistah, Texas breed,,the thundar

of cattle becomes a Bitch 4..that NY slang..

where the hell am I ..suddenly..ur

Bitch deliveries a thug masters lyrics ..Sick..

Poison...what equals the slave trade Symbols..wrecked..

Minds that used me it's Profanity..n the dark

of Lights sensual Manifistations..wooo..

a lubricates, seduction.. fortifides the equations..

where Ur respect grabs a dick n retrospectives..

follows a Brotha who knows ..

I'm the WEDDing vows, terms of endearment..

to justified..MY Love Co-exist..

A real Woman of Superior background..

you collabs w/ Kanye Projects..

from streets of Projects living, Brooklyn bound ..

a mantality. Street Effectsconncts..for all who meets..

bashin me it's Hip-HOPs behavior..

Losing faith,,what says You believe n GOD..

what cherished puncuations..

of ..

MISCONCEPTIONS..

breaking it down ..like a homegirl..

to a brainstorm caught by husband technocalities.

hearing..Words n Love n respects 2..

Got REAL issues ..out 2 lunch..

being reprimanded..A disadvantage..

w/ diamonds and pearl earrings..

the Glow of Greeting..

The Curse..An Obstacle..

what alerts the JAyZ to his BEitchyoncee..

a class n itself..

what missed the Bus...

ROSA PArks..Civil Rights ..

Leaders..Rides a decades..beliving

Strength wears no leaders..

who can't find it's way to

self respect for all Sista w/Highs of

Self Esteem..who is foolish, gains

no credit, a lady called her birthrights..

what my Parents gave you..

R I G H T S..to be..Clean, urs Forever..

smile back and SINGS,,reads..

My BEYONCE

forever..HOLD ur

Damn Peace..a Cause a

Just LOST his own Self esteem

Writes..Was Is..dignities, self Root segment..

Claims it's SISTAS..

Body & SOUL... property..no escape intended..

MY BI-itch..

L O W ..what Do you say is a Mother ..

n NAME only..

The final chapter will

never..stop..saying..who do you..

KNOW. a mother's worth by..

who made u ..Son or a Woman...

comdenmed..a far Cry..

what sees no ..RESPECT..nothing

wrong with BITCH..as his

Wife..now ..that's

a term of ebonics...

BEYONCE needs education

on the matters of Love..

going Nowhere ..fast..

keep you fame, His MARRAIGE..it's moving..

what;s HOT 2 TROT...

SMILES, AND SAYS , Thank you all,,

I LOVE it,,Sorry U Don't Feelthe same..

Sobeit..Peace..ATTITUDES don't PAy my BILLS..

feell me..no greater Love is Mutual..by LYRICS..

But ..reputation wears as ..being cursed,,,A BITCH..

C R E A T E....

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Watch The Throne's "That's My Bitch": Is Jay-Z Talking About Beyonce? Hello Beautiful: Go harder than a n-gga for a n-gga go figure Told me “keep my own money” if we ever did split up How can somethin’ so gangsta be so pretty in pictures? With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her That’s right n-gga Mona Lisa can’t fade her I mean Marilyn Monroe, she’s quite nice But why all the pretty icons always all white Back to my Beyonces You deserve three stacks, word to Andre Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums You belong in vintage clothes watching the whole building You belong with n-ggas who used to be known for dope dealing You too dope for any of those civilians Now, shoo n-gga, stop looking at her tits Get ya own dog, ya heard That’s my b-tch”

TheSE are thw Words spoken outta the MOuth of lyricist and well

written,what happen w/ this...BE-itch ??...

Check ur selves...