My Sister

Your love.

Have started to break.

The fallow ground of my heart.

But yet you are still here.

Walking me through.

And holding my hands.

As I fight my way to freedom.

You are my SHEro!

The way you love me.

Is evident.


And without conditions.

And my heart knows it.

I honor you.

As the pearl.

You are.

The finest.

Of them all.



What do I seek for this heart of mine?

Once a treasure.

Turned into stone.

By the pitfall of man.

Guarded by my insecurities.

Afraid to let love in.

So I am parched.

From the flow of love.

Needing love.

To erupt.

The volcano.

of my past.










As The World Turns

There are so many.

Minutes in a day.

And hours in a week.

1440 minutes in a day.

And 168 hours in a week to be exact.

Time we are all given.

To manifest our destiny.

To walk out our calling.

It is time that will tell.

How we made use.

Of this gift.

Called time.

We are not limited.

By time.

But by our thoughts.

Walking free.

But imprisoned.

In the mind.

But yet the clock.

Keeps on ticking.

Waiting to measure.

All our days.






Dear Dad

Yesterday was Father’s Day. I am not sure if you wanted to hear from me or not because you have not been returning my calls. I could get upset but I choose not to this time because just maybe you are battling with your own darkness. Whether you know it or not, you are a vital part of my life. God used you to get me here to this place we call Earth.  Your D.N.A. is apart of my being so I carry you wherever I go.

I have been so hurt and wounded by your absence. All I have ever wanted is to be daddy’s little girl. I understand that we don’t always get what we desire but life does not stop there. Life goes on if we allow ourselves not to get stuck. For so long I have lived in that pain which caused me to become so numb. I didn’t want to feel again dad because the pain cut me so deep. I have always questioned what did I do wrong or why didn’t you want me? I don’t judge you but just want answers.

I tried to find that love that I was longing for and found love in all the wrong places. I needed you. I needed your love to cover me, comfort me, and protect me. I was lost for so long and still battle with the little girl inside that has not yet bloomed. The pain of rejection has caused me to live a life of isolation and to live on an island. God did not call us to live on an island but to be connected to family and community. We were not made to live life alone but I was not alone. I just couldn’t see what was in front of me.

I know you are battling with your demons. Most of us have them. They are passed down from generation to generation. But when will we have the courage and not allow them to pass down our lineage anymore. It’s time for someone to be brave and change the course of their family for the better. It is okay dad to ask for help and reach out to professionals who can point you in the right direction. You matter to God and me. Time is ticking for all us but how will we utilize that time.

I am not mad or angry at you anymore dad. Matter of fact, I love you! I have never stopped loving you. I forgive you. God forgives you. Dad, you still have breath meaning God’s plan for your life is not over. I don’t know what is ahead for our relationship but I will continue to pray for you. I pray God will heal the broken pieces of your life and heal the  wounds on your soul. I will keep the beautiful memories that we have shared over the years forever  in my heart. Even if I never get answers, I rest in knowing you are my dad and I love you.

In A Moment

Riding in the backseat.

With mommy and daddy in my view.

Playing with my baby doll.

Enjoying the summer breeze.

Mommy laughing with daddy.

Coasting along the highway.

Taking the scenic route.

Then daddy slowed down.

Mommy got nervous.

Behind me were red and blue lights.

What did daddy do?

A man gave daddy instructions.

Daddy followed.

Then he was gone.

Daddy went to Heaven.

Mommy screaming.

And crying.

I am (4 year old) her guardian now.

I will keep mommy safe.








I believe Father’s Day is one of the hardest holidays to face. Simply because there are so many absentee dads. In the African-American culture alone seventy-percent of dads are not in the home. Our kids are being raised in single parent homes and so many mothers are left with the responsibility alone. We have kids raising themselves because mothers are working several jobs just to make ends meet. She is present but not present because she is thinking about the next bill.

She is present but not present because she is thinking about the next bill.

Our young men are dying before they reach the age of 20 because most of them have become products of the streets. The mothers are at work while the children are home being mentored by the school of hard knock life. They join gangs to fit in and be accepted. Everyone wants to be accepted and loved. So choices are made on the basis of what is made available to them. They become waxed cold to the requirements to be joined to a network that brings destruction. They see it as love.

What is the solution? (My Opinion)

We need to keep encouraging the good men that are out there that have accepted their calling and have discussions that will help others.  I believe we need more men who have a heart to take on another man’s child and raise them as their own. Our boys need to see positive male role models who put their family on the forefront and take care of responsibility. They need the love of a Father because God designed two parents not one.

A boy needs to be affirmed and accepted by his dad. A girl needs to be covered by his love so she will not settle for a man who treats her less and know her worth.-NickySpeaks