Acceptance

He comes in the middle of the night moaning in our ear

“baabbbyy….”

And you, her, me, we
Turn over knowing what will follow

Acceptance
of


Deep passionate kisses on soft lips,
Smooth necks,
Hard peaks

Kisses that leave a trail of fire
Causing all cells in the body to ignite
Forming paths down stomachs
Venturing into valleys
Dividing and conquering
Kindling every crevice with flames


Acceptance of
His Indulgence in the decadent flow of honey
Sweet,
flowing from the center
Unknowingly and Freely being given

Then he glides every
Single
Delectable
inch
into the hungry cave
waiting to encompass this artful predator
While thoughts of protection flee with the
Acceptance, of
pleasure.

Because he will NEVER cause this heart pain
By indulging in another

Acceptance
Of his proclamations of love
And unyielding fidelity
Reassuring that, he is my man
Not yours, not hers

Acceptance
Of false truths
naively defining it as love
Deciding to leave protection wrapped in the package, beside the bed
No glove
But still taking it
Back arched
Toes curled
Receiving all of his, hers, and yours

Because I, am lying in the arm’s of my lover
Unable to discern the spirits of others
that cling to his flesh
Acceptance.


Time passes
And he is left in the box of forgotten loves
While I, you, her, continue to go on
Not thinking of the traces of love he left behind
Our lives are shortened with every single breathe
bodies are weakened, while essence of strength transforms to a spirit of fraility
Losing the battle more and more each day
Because he came in the middle of the night
And we willing gave our life away.

Acceptance © 2006 Nicole Johnson

For Derrion Albert

Today inspiration has found it's way back to me

It started out as any other Monday morning
sleep in my eyes
blessings and curses on my lips
No coffe today
didn't have time to make it.

I began my work day
enriching the lives of others
didn't know that I was going to indirectly feel the agony of a childless mother
expecting to hear Michael and George cracking jokes
but their voices didn't bring laughter
saddness and despair are the emotions they evoked

Telling the story of 16 yr old
Derrion Albert
beaten to death
an inicient bystander.
By a group of his peers
no guns or knives necessary;
just two by fours and two by fives
five sets of fists
five sets of feet
belong to those who decided to play God.
Now, a life is forever gone
transceded to the spiritual world
while here on this earth
3 other lives are taken.

Boys tried as men
in a court of law
jury filled with their "peers"
but we know, that's not the case.
Life sentences staring them in the face.
Wanting the judge to have mercy
yet he is not the One
so to a deeper part of hell they go
to roast and burn.
Images of their actions
causing them to toss and turn
sleepless nights of fear
because mommy and daddy are not here
to provide
protection.

My soul cries out
to these young lives lost.
How can people preach about the cross
in this nation "under God"
but continue to ignore
the very evil in front of their eyes.

How long will we continue to encourage this genocide?
soldiers falling daily, at the hand of comrads,
"my bad"
insignificatn to console the ones involved.

I refuse to sit here while my people die
believing lies
of someone in the sky
coming to resuce us from this hell
when in us is the power to make all well.

So today my inspiration has found its way back to me
when my ears hear the tale
of another soldier
killed on domestic soil
no glory, no honor, no medals
just another young soul
given back to the stars.

RIP DERRION ALBERT (c)