My Princess

This little lady is my Black pearl. Ashley Renae, my daughter. You gotta love the hair. lol She got swag as these young folk would say. But, she definitely a chip off the old block. Daddy's girl. I love her so much.

Helter Skelter Blues... A letter to some of our sisters.

hĕl'tər-skĕl'tər)
adv.
1.In disorderly haste; confusedly; pell-mell.
2.Haphazardly.
adj.
1.Carelessly hurried and confused.
2.Haphazard.
n.
Turmoil; confusion

This piece is dedicated to a post I saw in Facebook.






Dear Black women the word is out.
The word is out that some of yall want to date others.
Yall changing up the format like a radio station,
pushing aside all of the brothers.
Just because some of yall have become bitter.
But the women I know and respect aint never been quitters.
So some of yall want to leave for greener gardens eh?
Pasty complexions lead to better directions?
Sleep with the children of the slavemasters.
Can only improve racial relations?
Of course, not!

But you have become beside yourself.
Allowing your past relationships to define yourself.
So now the future is painted with rainbow glows,
hand in hand, singing African folk songs.
But how can you sing in a strange land?
How can you love a strange man?
But I guess anything is possible.
If the Boston Celtics can trot out all Black starting roster,
yall can get your Asian, European, and Mexican swerve on.
Leaving me, means you leave you.
While you cling to the Oprahisms of life.
You can have it all.
Career and children.
Commitment and charity.
You can have it all.
All except me.

So while yall run to the border.
Run to the whiteman.
And to the all the Asians.
All of those who hate me.
Those who hate my dark skin.
Those who hate my presence.
Those who hate my music.
Those who hate my passion.
Those who hate my truth.

Thats what yall want?
Have your fill.
And when you are full of the sperm of the oppressors,
and the stench of their racist overtones toward your nephews, and uncles, and male kin.
Maybe you will swallow the pride of your life.
The lust of your eyes and the lust of your flesh.
The poor decisions of your choices make for backdrop fodder concerning your personal relationships.

Perhaps the pain you feel is too much.
So much so, that you feel safer with those who exploit you and I.
That is, needless to say a bit disturbing.
But do you sister...
When it is all said and done,
we both lose.
In the streets we were killing each other.
But now we are killing ourselves
by not wanting to be with ourselves.

I guess it is what it is.
Just dont expect me to like it.
Call me paranoid.
Call me crazy.
Just dont call me traitor.


With love,

Richard J Wright (2011)

An Open Letter to my Future Wife II

Dear Future Wife,

How are you doing? I hope you are wonderful. When God brings you to me, I will be the happiest man on this here planet. I just hope I am worthy of your hand. Its a brand new year and I am just taking sometime to tell you that I am crazy about you. I know, you are probably thinking, "how can I be crazy about someone I haven't met. Well, that is the thing, I dont know if I have met you or not. At this point, it doesn't even matter because I am crazy about you and the awesomeness of God creating you just for me. I am working on myself. LORD knows its been hard. I am so alone without you. I am waiting for you. Until then, be blessed. I will be praying for you.

Love,

Richard

Watching You

I watch you with intrigue.
Wondering am I in your league?
Brown marbles for eyes,
with dark skin to match.
To see you smile,
makes you worth the catch.
Your Louisiana drawl,
makes me drool
like a fool.
I follow every word
like the bouncing ball in a song.
While my eyes discover and uncover
every curve,
every nerve.
From your pretty toes,
to your finger tips,
to your purdy lips
and your curvy hips.
Its just what I do,
when Im sitting here watching you.

Richard J Wright (2011)

They call it a new year, but it’s a really a new time

It is time to say goodbye
To a year filled with questions like why?
Why didn’t I get married?
Why didn’t I get rich?
Why I didn’t I do what I was supposed to do?
Why, why, why and why?
And what was up with all the drama?
Somebody should have followed you and me with a camera.
Reality TV don’t have anything on us.

Yet, its time to say goodbye,
To a year that has had it shares of ups and downs
Many smiles and frowns.
So in the back of our minds
We think and rewind
We meditate, and debate.
Who and what is going in
And who and what is going out.

After all some of our lives are marked up like a hallway in the projects,
Sometimes we are scarred by words,
Words like failure, words like foolishness,
Words like frustration, words like fear.
But that is when you take this living water
And wash your self in this word.
And faithfully bathe yourself in prayer.
And watch the walls of your life become white.

While we change out the calendars
and daytimers of our lives,
just remember its not so much a new year,
as it is for us a new time.
For a new time is everyday.
Its God’s gift to us.
So while we pile up resolutions,
Or like I like to say
Re- solutions. (things we doing over and over again with minimum or less success)
Stop the insanity.
And realize, that new years doesn’t begin with the clock strikes midnight.
But when the clock strikes midnight in your heart.
That could be tomorrow,
Or in two minutes.
Either way, its you who decides when there is going to be a new time
We have nothing to do with when a new year comes.
Let God bring newness to your life with gladness
And invite to your life the greatest expectation.
The new year is like the kingdom of Heaven,
Its in you.
But of course, there is something you and I have to do.

Happy New Year

Richard J Wright