Hot Chocolate written by Vernon J. Davis Jr.

 

She slips
into the room so smooth and sultry
Her narrow eyes sliding from side to side

Her ruby lips are tepid and syrupy
and her skin is dark and sleek as the
sky

She is Hot
Chocolate
Sensuous smooth and soft
She is Hot Chocolate
An ebony brown
broth

The soothing aroma of her stunning presence
brings out vibrant
cafe’au lait emotions
The silky glow of her steamy essence
pours
enchanting amber love potions

She is
Hot Chocolate
Rich, dark and warm
She is Hot Chocolate
In exotic
succulent form

Her wafting movements are tasted by all eyes
Her soft
voice licked in by yearning yielding ears
Who is this woman that no man can
deny
Hot Chocolate, whose love arouses inner fears

She is
Hot Chocolate
Sweet, lucid and brown
She is Hot Chocolate
Warm desire
is her crown

 

Everything is not Black or White

There is something that I have been holding on to for a few months, knowing that one day, I would not be as angry about it to post my feelings in a constructive way but still disturbed enough to not let it go.

One thing that I will always be in my real life and in my second life is assertive, especially when it comes to standing up to being proud that I am a person of color.  Too many people went through hell to make sure that I could hold my head up high and be proud of my full lips, dark skin, and texture of hair.  I will always beat my drum when it comes to calling people out when I feel they are racist are just too damn lazy to research before they say stupid shit.

I read something a few months ago on a forum where a person questioned why it was always an issue when a race other than caucasian was represented in a designer’s creation.  The race that was represented was Asian.  I am not sure how many of the participants were serious in their postings but the discussion turned to a few using negative, racial descriptions for caucasians.  To go even further, the terms are used by some black people in the United States . . . “Cracka” and “Honkie” are the ones that I remember.  I took offense.  I took offense because this had NOTHING to do with black people but I find it disgusting that others can’t see beyond the black people when a discussion about racism comes up.  If anyone is too lazy to research the negative terms used by a specific group towards another group so that they can make their points in a discussion and they have to automatically drag up what black people have said, what does that say about them?  THEY CAN’T SEE BEYOND BLACK OR WHITE and for a person like me, it gets old.  So old that I refuse to joke and giggle with people that can’t see how this is not acceptable and more than anything, it is not funny.  Tolerance is more than saying you have friends that are races X, Y, and Z.  Tolerance involves thinking about how you would feel, thinking before you say something, and then not calling people “over sensitive” because they call you out.

There.  Life goes on for Emuna.

 

Faces

I refuse to allow myself to become immune to all of the horrible things that happen in the world.  It really bothers me to hear people say, “Bad things happen all the time.  Why are you sad, upset, or angry?” 

I become emotional when I hear of tragedies because I put myself in the shoes of the people that tragedy leaves behind.  I would want someone to show empathy and offer support.  Their faces are what make the situations so real to me.

For the past week, I just can’t get over the sorrow that I see in the Japanese face on television.  I have donated and will continue but I feel my prayers are worth more and I ask from anyone who reads this entry to love on Japan any way that you are able to . . . over 10,000 presumed dead.  How could anyone NOT mumble a word or two on their behalf?