Monday, August 27, 2007

Little Chair...Big Dreams.

by Saxton Mills (c) copyright 2007

DMX...Michael Vick...and me. The one thing we have in common is a dog fight. But mine...is the fight against the world. I'm sitting in a chair Ma and Pops bought for me when I was in pre-k. Here I am...21 sitting in the same seat on a laptop getting ready to be introduced to my last year of college hoping to make it beyond society's image of me. In my dog fight, I'm the most wanted, dangerous one in the ring. They'll be waiting to electrocute, hang, and condemn me to a fate that they prepared for me; but I'm sitting in my little chair with big dreams and staying away from the bars except to speak to my innocent client.

My dreams...never included street suicide---selling my soul to fast money, cars, and women. Shoot...my "man" ain't even a man by street standards. Instead, I keep him at bay 'cause the young lady I'm with, is keeping her virtue until we both amass enough knowledge and wealth to make love to make love in the image of both of us.

I guess you could call me fortunate or blessed or whatever you see fit to ascribe to a kid from the "hood" who saw parts of the country that some barely read about in the text books. Instead of just taking notes to pass a test...I am the test and I'm passing. It's left up to me to change the world. If it takes the rest of my life...so be it.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Introducing...

Get Cranked
By Saxton Mills © copyright
A Coffeedreamz Ink Exclusive

Crank. Crank. Crank. Crank. Crank.
Do you hear that?
It’s the sound of the city.
The inner city. Urban City. The ghetto if someone had to put a name to it.

There is reconstruction going on.
And I’m not talking about reconstruction after the Civil War.
The Reconstruction of modernity
Where the people who currently live here are going to be pushed out
Placed somewhere else
In an environment where they’ll have to start all over.
Starting over is not re-facing what’s already been defaced.
But replaced in a a property they won’t own
or living in even if they can’t afford it.

Do you hear that?
It’s the sound of the city.
It’s the sound of change.
The Chocolate City.
Can you dig it?
They did

And now there’s
An employment services building
Being erected honoring somebody's name you can’t pronounce.
And the line of people waiting to get in…
Well…they are taking your spot because
Their pride is not shot
And when their check is deposited, it’s to build a
Future for them to crank out for the next generation.

So get crunk if you choose and listen for the crank
In the distance.

Ding. Dong. Doors closing.

I Took Your Woman

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I Took Your Woman

Saxton Mills (c) 2007



I took your woman

When you were out all night

She kept her legs tight

She danced in her tears and danced in my light

And then you tried to slip in for a bite

But she said, “No thanks. I’m alright.”



I took your woman

Provided stability when you ran free

Fed her when she was hungry

Opened doors she could not see

When you brought diamonds that sparkled while on your knees

Asking her to open up with your “Please, baby baby please.”

She said no because her heart is with me



I took your woman

Holding her hand when she was alone

Waiting by the phone hoping you’d come home

Rocked her to sleep with my mellow tone

And when you finally called, she just looked at the phone



I took your woman

I put a smile on her face when you were away

Your boys thought it was cool because she let you play

All the while she thanks me

For the roof I help her maintain

Clothes on her back

A bank account that stays stacked

And your sporadic take out containers

Can’t hold a candle to the full course meal I

Prepare before her…in front of her enemies

In fact, your happy meal is no longer smiling



I took your woman

Some call me divine intervention

You…you can fall on your needs and call me Father

Because until you do right by the gift that I made out of you

Your nights may be filled with pleasures

But you will never inherit the kingdom of treasures

I’ll keep your woman in the palm of my hands

And make her the ruby of the land while you…

Just keep on dancing to your tune

The music will stop one day…and you’ll be on the

Floor alone…wondering…who will be there to see your last dance.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

I will always need my sister...


It has been said time and time again that your best girlfriends will have your back. This little ditty is dedicated to all my sisters and those very special women in my life who have, in some way, had the heart of my mother. This is especially dedicated to my mom who will have celebrated her birthday on August 11th. Continue to R.I.P. with the waters of the world and let the wind blow your essence into the souls of others. You are still tremendously missed.

And a very special birthday to my mom's bestfriend, S. "Candy" Givens. They were born just 24 hours a part! Thanks for being there Candy!

I was born of a woman whose strength I've always known
She's absent in body but her spirit is felt when the wind blows.
My daily memory of her lays curved in my hips
and when I'm down, I just have to curl my lips
There were days all my tears were caught in her hand's palm
Then she'd fold them in prayer and her heart would send up a Psalm

With only me as her reminder on earth
I pray daily to cry no more and maintain her strength

Along my journey, God sent me sisters who loved me like my mother
Cooking me food, mending my scars, holding my secrets, clutching my arm
When the going gets rough they tell me to pray and go on
"You have God on your side, how could you go wrong."

"Chile, let your hair down...actually hand me that comb
For each part I make, understand you're already made whole.
A little twist here, a braid right there
God never puts more on you than you can bare."

"What's up with all my gray hair," I'd wine at the reflection I see through a glass

"Girl, each strand lets you know you've become wiser than your last crash.
You've survived death that stared you in the face.
You've conquered sorrow when others met its fate
You've let God guide you when the money wasn't there
You've walked into and escaped heartache when others wouldn't dare
Hand me that grease...sistah, you have more of life to fight...
But before too long, you'll get it right."

I humble myself before the Lord and thank him for the court of women in my life
Thank you to all, single with or without children and those who are great model wives.

In honor of my mother, I thank you!

All of my love,
Yolonda D. Coleman

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