One Day

One day I will find you 

For I have been searching all my life

One day I will finally be happy

Despite all the misery in my life

One day I will walk with fingers interlocked

On a nice beautiful day with you 

One day… 

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What I Want

Stuck in that in-between time
hoping
that one day
you will truly be mines.

I guess I have to
wait, wait
wait until time is
finally on my side.

I can’t dwell on it
but,
I’m not doing well tho.
See,
I want you right now.
Yet our time is not now.

Maybe one day
you’ll see
that, your place is
right here with me.

So until that day
I’ll keep holding on
that I will soon have
everything I want

xoxo Mz Hollywood

Alone

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

-Maya Angelou

Motto

This poem is also from the Harlem Renaissance period by one of my favorite writers:

I play it cool 

And dig all jive 

That’s the reason 

I stay alive 


 My motto,

As I live and learn, 

is: 

Dig And Be Dug

In Return. 

-Langston Hughes

Things You Said When I Was Crying

You are beyond beautiful

Never let anyone tell you you’re not

You are smart and intelligent

Any man would be lucky to have you

You are kind and sweet

No matter what a person does to you

You are fun and courageous

That’s something no one should be able to take from you

 

Never let a man treat you wrong

Never let a man disrespect you

Never let a man take you for granted 

xoxo Mz Hollywood

Fear

My insides are screaming out for help

But when it reaches my throat

No sounds emerge

Dying inside

No where to hide

How do I move on with my life

Still in the past

Can’t see a future ahead

Stuck in the middle

Fear has taken me over

Fear has contained me

xoxo Mz Hollywood

Waiting

Time is near

Yet you’re still not here

Starting to worry

But you’re in no hurry

I long to see you

I long to hold you

I’m just waiting

Waiting

Waiting

xoxo Mz Hollywood

Spring

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Sunshine

Rain

Beautiful flowers

Butterflies flying

Birds chirping

Cool breezes
 
 

Spring is here

My favorite time of year

Beautiful days

Magical nights

I embrace this season

I am one with this season

xoxo Mz Hollywood

My Inspiration

So I had a plan to write about the black poets and writers who inspired me to write poetry and short stories, since it is Black History month. Clearly, I am late because it is only one full week left in February. So as they say “better late than never”. Today I will share with you all one of the first poems that I read that inspired me to want to be like this author. It made me want to pick up a pencil and start writing. Even after all these years since I first read her writing I am still in awe of her talents. I got the chance to see her in person in my undergrad when she came to speak and I was 7 rows from the stage and it just made me love her even more. That is a memory that will be etched in my brain forever because I never thought that I would ever get a chance to see and hear her speak in person. I love her work and she still inspires me, even though she has passed away. May her soul rest in peace! 

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise 
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise 
I rise
I rise. 

– Maya Angelou