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God is black
Today, I decided that God is black,
a black friend to me,
a black hand to guide me,
a black Father to hold me
not a black man to control me
I am free by the power of his might,
no longer have I need to fight,
shame,
doubt,
guilt,
Today, I decided my Daddy is,
color,
wisdom,
all around me,
understanding is left to me,
I choose today
Believing
He made me in his own way
Today,
My Father,
My God,
My Daddy
is black
Yo Scapegoat Ain’t Me
Being a scapegoat takes no one by surprise
Open my eyes to all them knives trying to hide
Mama can’t feel me
Daddy cold too
My nest bout to crumble and
Nowhere to turn to
Everybody’s scapegoat make
Em’ feel good inside
Mama can’t stand you
Daddy’s hurt pride
Wander the world
My life through
Can’t get attention
‘cept when acting a fool
Goody goody’s coming
Changing your tune
Being filled with promise
Ain’t no blinders soon
Everybody’s scapegoat has
Escaped and set Free
Ain’t no one to blame
This time
Cause yo scapegoat
Ain’t me
Bad Dream
Once a child of nature
Taken from forest life
No knowledge of grief
Or restriction, no memory
Of trouble or strife
Used to hunting their own
Handcuffed, pitiful
Now broken
Living for nothing but bones
Men who think now like women
Women who think now like men
Lost from the One who can help
Them; they fall and its like
A bad dream
The evil begats other evil
To help them recover the best
They offer to walk them to freedom
With promise of gold for their
Chests. Falling for lies they have
Sold them
Stolen their legacy and
Now, life for them is a prison
To idols they, covet they bow
Hopeless, for its like
A bad dream
A Prayer for Strength
Help me Lord for I am weak
Sometimes it’s hard to even sleep
Throughout the day you give me strength
You sustain me and hold me so I can win
Tonight I ask for one last thing
To fulfill my hope and joy again
The times are hard but this I pray
For strength to walk another day
In your will Lord I commit my life
No longer full of sin and strife
Thank you Lord for peace and rest
And helping me to past lifes test
In Christ’s name
______________________
Do not follow me, I am not worthy…
I am not worthy for you to look up to me
to follow me to yearn for me
for I do not have my own head straight
to be what you see
that is a great man in me
I am not worthy of your love for me
your seeking of me
your memories of me
when I am old and you hand me the cup that I should have given you when you were young
I am not worthy of the look of pride from my grandson’s eyes
as the memories of days that surpass my now go by
I am not worthy of this journey
I am not ready to give my self to you
not now I am not worthy for the task of being a role model
please do not follow me
I am not ready
I am not worthy
Don’t take my hand
~~~MsKayDailey
Abortion
War kills enemies,
love kills friends,
family,
hate kills innocent,
Abortion kills enemies,
friends,
love …our babies
Passion kisses often
never thinks about,
plans, seeks to know
its seed, before pain
kills growth, life, sacrifice,
babies
Wayward father,
trifling ways, gimme,
gimme. Finding every
woman friendly, friends
with benefits.
Hardly know each other.
Protection, why bother?
Look out! They’re gonna
kill their…baby
Whorish woman, no money,
no food, no clothes, nowhere to
go, and yet she opens her legs to
sex to feel her best, to everyone she
see, and still finds a way to scrap up quarter,
dime, going to any length to kill; not
one, two, three, but four of her
precious…babies
Doctor, Lawyer, beggar, thief, greedy for life,
too smart to see abortion kills…their babies
For any reason, abortion kills
THE MASTERPIECE IN ME
Just know…it is impossible to love you until I learn to love me. If my love for me is selfish, then I love with selfishness, giving it for gain. If my love for me hurts then I shall love you as myself; forgive me it is not intentional but I can only love you out of my pain. However, when I am known to love myself as the Masterpiece Yah made me to be, then I can love you through your pain, to healing, until you love yourself…we then can love together in complete victory.
There is nothing impossible for Yahwah.
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