Do I have your
permission to lead
you to your bedroom?
My visualizations want
to spring out of my
head and lay between
your sheets. Do I
have your permission
to light
candles? Witnessing
our reflections on the
wall would be an art
exhibit within itself.
The equivalent of a lion conquering his thick lioness.
Do I have your permission to have your face as my seat?
Your tongue flowing up and down my slit is an
action I can’t live without.
Making me as wet as a river.
Splashing your thickset lips.
Do I have your permission to be as bad as I want to be?
I want to wrap my lips around your shaft
And then feel it tease my ******.
I want your **** to regroup my insides
Any way it sees fit.
I want my cheeks to jounce off of you and jiggle.
I want it to excite you even more.
I want you to choke me and call me a **** and your little *****.
I want my legs to shake before you finish.

But first, I need your permission.

8/2021 (Original date)

5/11/2023
-Mia J
  
© 2021 Mia J

Nostalgia from my childhood and what I wasn’t alive for.
Reminding me of listening to the radio and CD players.
Played for the umpteenth time and still heard for the first.
Connected through lyrics written with passion and strength.
Understood for the art it was intended to be.
Instrumentals pouring through my soul like Henny on ice.
Being transported nationally and internationally by the taps of my fingers.
Careless enough to explore any genre of my choosing.
Appreciated for the creativity and beauty and dedication.

A chance to escape to forget but never forgetting to truly escape.

Music has the power to inspire those that also want to create.
It can set you free if you let it.
Music can turn a world on its head back upside.
It can lift up a hung-down head, bring joy to a sad spirit.
Music can do what’s wanted and especially needed.

My ears and my heart cherish the instrumentals, the lyrics, the chance to find memories,
the opportunity to vibe.
Chance after chance to enjoy just one thing as it was, is, and always will be.

-Mia J
9/2/2024

© 2024 Mia J

I learned lessons that I hated.
I thought thoughts I didn’t want to repent for.
I cried over molehills I turned into mountains.
I was accused of things that weren’t my fault.
I loathe coming to this place of Hell everyday.
Dealing with strangers and their attitudes.
I don’t want to smile in their faces for another day.
I kick myself for accepting this job offer.

I
have
had
enough.

All of this for a job?
For a place that would replace me like ***** underwear?
For a place where I’m merely a number?

No, not a worker.

What loyalty do I owe to them?
I ain’t happy.
It’s been that way for a while.
They know I ain’t happy.
So what if I choose to leave?
I’ll be doing myself a much needed favor.

Let me slap down this edited two weeks notice on my manager’s desk.
And tell her I’ll never come back again.
I’ll happily do an exit interview and finally say my burning words of fury.
What I gotta lose then?
I gotta go and I’m **** happy.
Keep this job and work it yourself to see how I feel.

I’ll be just fine in my new place of employment.
I may not have been the best worker,
But don’t say I wasn’t a good one.
I dealt with more and I’m not even in your position.
Don’t be shocked.
You know good and well this day was coming.

Have fun!

© 2021 Mia J

She walks with her head held high
Because she knows her purpose
She’s a woman put on this Earth to succeed
The class that she has didn’t come from any public school
Her class was learned from the nature she lives by
As well as from the strong women in her life
She struts her stuff for herself
Why shouldn’t she, it’s her isn’t it?
She speaks with clarity and purpose
Everything she touches turns to royalty
She’s well aware of what she wants out of life
This woman knows that people will dislike her
She’s well aware that ain’t her problem but every part of theirs
She’s independent
See, sis knows a man should add value to her life
Not become the reason she has one
Each day, sis lives her absolute best life
She knows that she’s the best within herself
And shines like the golden star she is
8/21/2018
-Mia J

© 2018 Mia J

What is more precious than a diamond from the South of Africa?
This Black Diamond right here from Savannah.
My skin is that of a smooth dark brown and pretty black.
A mixture of beauty as well as grace.
The sun looked upon me and smiled and decided to bake me in her perfect light.
My voice is that of smooth honey and lavender.
It flows with an extensive vocabulary and is soft and pleasing to the ears.
What could be more precious than a Black Diamond?
No, I am not a size 2.
And society will not tell me that I’m not beautiful because of this.
My stomach may be big but it gives me a softer hug.
It adds to my outer beauty and I embrace every part of it.
My thighs are thick and stacked.
These two mamas help me stand upright and walk with a sense of pride.
My legs and my feet may be small but they have taken me through some good and bad times.
But nonetheless, I’m still here because of it.
My mother as well as other women in my family blessed me with shapeliness.
These parts shape my body, not my character.
Tell me, what is more precious than this Black Diamond?
My smile has no price but it has enriched my life as well as others.
Saying my smile brightens up the room would be cliche.
Instead, it has graced rooms with its simple brightness.
What is more precious than this Black Diamond?
I’ve shined in the difficult times.
I’ve been strong in the good.
My brains are a mixture of the women whose shoulders I stand on.
My personality is unique and bubbly.
Laughter is one of my favorite things to do.
I am unique because of my small stature.
Do I come off as conceited because I love myself?
Apologies if I do none if I don’t.
I know who I am as a beautiful, beautiful black woman.
God made me this way and He made no mistake.
A precious Black Diamond I will be in His perfect and divine image.
5/25/2018
-Mia J

© 2018 Mia J

Oh, I wish I had the wings of a butterfly!
I’d fly far, far away
and land on the prettiest flower.
I’d indulge in its peaceful beauty and sweet nectar.
I left my cocoon long ago and the present is all mine to explore.
I grew and grew for many days until my shell was no longer suitable.
Now it’s my time to be who I am.
You see,
I come with many colors.
My bright ones add light to the atmosphere.
My darker ones send coded messages to those who dare to listen.

For I am one with nature but I lack the ability of flight.
Such an ability would help me flutter more in my true self.
The weather was warm with open arms when I left my shell.
Oh I wish I could fly with the other butterflies!
But perhaps it’s better if I’m solo for some time.
I may not be as fast as them and I wouldn’t want to slow them down.

The ladybug and the shining sun will bring me proof.
Should I ever have butterfly wings,
The smiliest and prettiest flower would be my first destination.
4-15-2020
-Mia J

© 2020 Mia J

How could love be a four-letter word but be so complex?
It’s hard to describe because it’s a feeling
you get, no not just for anyone.
They have to be special enough to make your
heartbeat faster.
It has to make your soul cry for that special person.
And the mere thought of that person has to
cause pink butterflies in your butterfly.

Real love, true love is as beautiful as the pink Camellia.
Its light pink hues give off gentleness.
Real love, true love is never forced.
It flows like a river of honey
and blooms in the sun and rain.
The Green is the backbone and the Lover.
The beautiful Pink flowers are the Beloved.
When these two come together, there’s no separating.
Only a real and true love as nature intended.

Real love, true love is like a white Camellia.
It adores the hearts that have combined.
For those two hearts are pure with clear intentions.
There’s no ill-intent.
They waited for nature patiently.
Nature watched as they grew from her roots
and blossomed perfectly for each other.
The energy and vibes are verified by the stars.
When two such flowers become one,
no separation is necessary.
They can only be a real and true love as nature intended.

Real love, true love is as symbolic as the
red Camellia.
Red is the desire, the want that the beating hearts had for so long.
The deep desire that kept their hearts beating.
The red Camellia blooms beautifully as nature
intended it to.
The love that sprouts will be so deep and heartfelt
that it will never end.
It’ll go on for eternity and represent just what
nature wanted it to.

Real love, true love can’t be found so easily.
This love may seem like it’s taking too long
but when it arrives,
bear in mind,
It was never late.

-Mia J
4-15-2020

© 2020 Mia J