Reality in a Dream

I wrote this in my sleep last night, it somehow stuck with me. So wrote it on paper. I decided to call it

– Reality in my Dream-

Lemme be painfully & poetically honest.

Although the scars of ur love have healed, the bruises and memories remain.
And the thought of your betrayal still hurts. Your name. On the brain. Like a stain.

We fell in love, from a young tender age, so I understand how we got it kind of wrong.
But you gotta admit that we experienced so much, I cant fathom how space between us, produced you a son?

I held you down like a real woman should, too young to care, to ignorant to listen.
And believe me, I’ll always be happy for you, its funny how another girl now shares with you, what was our vision.

No one would fully understand what it was, coz they only hear pieces, they only witnessed a fraction.
It’s a bittersweet taste on my tongue, coz though it broke me, the pain was also my foundation.

Finally I was able to let go, out of your shadow, myself I rediscovered.
Where unhappiness and self hate became my home, I’m a better woman now, that’s what matters, though it were a battle, I’ve recovered.

No words can express how blessed I feel, tears of gratitude when I look at how far I have come.
But some nights my thoughts do consume me, I feel angry over the damage that was done.

You were the first love, and what I thought was forever. However now you’re just a part of the journey.
As we crashed like, raging waves against rocks, sometimes I’m haunted by coldest end, to the hottest love story!

#FloeticDiiva

Inside & Out

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Through my flaws, you still see beauty… An appreciator of raw realness. A lover of substance.
Prominent. Your kingliness is predominant. Manly, sexy and confident. Unafraid of being affectionate. Making love to me, ur sex is so passionate.
Looking at me with desire. Making me fall In love with my imperfections. Ur touch so delicate. Sends currents through my veins. Electric. Making me a lover of my thickness. Morning face & morning breath kisses. And you still find me attractive?
So patient. Open with ur emotions. Free with ur love. Digging for all I’ve hidden. You believe in my greatness.
Inside and out.

– Flo’Etic ©

Sex & Love & Love & Sex

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Sex & Love & Love & Sex

How bad do you wanna
Love me?
How deep are willing to go
To find my soul?
Do you believe that patience is rewarded with virtue?
If we meet in the middle. Pace it
No too fast. Not too slow.

This poem speaks of sex and love.
Love and sex
How did two things so simply beautiful. To be enjoyed
Become so Hurtful
So complex?
Coz apart from words. With sex my deepest emotions I love to express.
I know what I love. The feeling of ecstatic satisfaction.
U caressed my mind. I touched ur soul. Then u applied clitoral stimulation.
Where’s the maturity in my generation?
Now there’s an elephant in the room because of a moment of passion.
Lack of friendship. Break down in communication.
Cracks in what was our progressive foundation.
Then our relationship becomes some sort of situation?

If I promised that it’ll be worth it.
Will you make love to me, only when Ive showed that “I” deserve it.
There’s chapters behind my solitude.
Do you accept that I’m perfectly imperfect?

Could you still dream of loving me, without sex being a distraction.
Could our 2 hearts become 1, before our bodies make that connection.
Will you massage my mind as good as you’ll provide physical satisfaction.
Can we mix chemistry and biology & expect a good reaction?

Do you like history.
Do you like to read.
I wonder if you’ve got the patience to study me.
enough, to understand what it is that I need.
So
How bad do you wanna
“Love me”
How “deep” are you really willing to go.
Can you handle the complexity?
Or am I crazy for thinking that love and sex could simultaneously flow…

– © Flo’Etic

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Fathers with Daughters

Fathers With Daughters

See I love my dad to pieces. And in his eyes, I’ll always be his little girl.
He’s always had my back & He loves me with every fibre in his body
But I wish he taught me. Men ain’t like what I read in the fairytales.
I’m the apple of his eye. And in his eyes I could never do no wrong. No matter who comes and goes. At least I have a man I will always adore.
But
To the fathers with daughters.
One day your tiny seed of a princess will blossom into a woman.
And there’s a 50% chance she’ll be disrespected like the women you disrespect.
Her heart will break like the hearts you have broken.
And she’ll make wrong choices like the women, who’s mistakes you became!
Set a standard of the type of man that you know she deserves in her life
Before she reaches 25
And all men are pathetic flebags in her eyes!
Teach her that as the queen that she’ll become, he should fall in love with her soul through the beauty of eyes.
Before he even gets the chance to fall in love with what’s between her thighs.
Teach her to think like a man, and to work hard to hold her own.
And the day she’s disrespected, she’s strong enough to stand her ground.
Teach her balance, to remain strong, but allow a man to understand his place.
Teach her what a man should appreciate on the inside, before she cosmetically aims to please with her ass, face and waist.
Set a standard of ying and yang So she understands there’ll be good and bad.
Let her understand he ain’t perfect. We’re only humans. And he’s just a man.
But at least she can see his genuine, strong, hard working and respectful.
And most importantly loves her unconditionally like her dad.
Set the standard through your actions towards their mothers, before it becomes a little too late.
And she’s sat at home drawing up strategies of how to run from her regrets and cover her mistakes.
This is my word to the fathers. Hear me as I’m reaching out to you.
Some of us are so loved by our dads but we wish he had taught us this too.
Hearts buried like faith in men. Burned to ashes, flames outed as our eyes poured water.
Before you turn around and treat a woman like shit. Think about how your karma could be your daughter.
Yes these strong mothers. Our solid grounds. Our mother earths, can do this.
Teach us value of self
And school us.
But truth is
We need you.
A mans touch.
A fathers touch!
To the fathers with daughters.
To the fathers with daughters.
I’m talking to the fathers with daughters.
Set a standard for your princess. Share with her your understanding of man, that’s on your plate.
Before she searches without an understanding.
Set these standards for your princess.
Before it’s a little too late.

Peace!

Fathers with Daughters.
Flo’Etic ©

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A Heart That Speaks (Short Piece)

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Greetings

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Ever Had A Moment? A Rare Moment, Where You Have To Question, Was This A Dream, Or Was This Actually Reality?

Being A Single Woman, In Your 20’s, Seems To Be Of The Norm, But What Shocks Me The Most, Is How Hard It Is To Find A Man, Who Is Open, Honest & Respectful! Dating Seems To Be OutDATED. People Are Just Engaging In Intercourse & Posing For Photographs.

The Meaning Of Relationships Have Changed. We All Want That Mr or Mrs Perfect, But Want To Be Accepted For Not Being Perfect Ourselves. Ha! Do You See That Contradiction?

If Someone Comes Along & Respects You, Takes That Time To Understand You & Support You, Hold Onto Them.

Women Do Not Be Afraid To Respect Yourself, Men Do Not Be Afraid To Respect & Protect The Black Woman (May I Add Women In General)

Hope You Enjoy This Short Piece (Voice Video On YouTube)

A Heart That Speaks.

In the arms of a king. Lost between the rhythm of his beating heart, the smell of his subtle but manly cologne, while being hypnotised by the voice of Ms Badu, craftily playing in the background. My hairs stand to attention as he takes a deep breath and squeezes me even tighter. Running his fingers up and down my skin.
Fingers tapping to the beat of the music. Silence and body language, speaking louder than a town cryer.
The silence of our voices, allowing our senses to connect with the minds.
I understand you. As if morse code. The beats of his heart. Speaks to me

“Empress I don’t wanna hurt you, just give me a chance to repair you, let me be your black messiah, your carpenter. The Akhenaten to your Nefertiti. Allow me to hold you so tight, the heat of my embrace glues all your broken pieces back together. Natural woman. Ambition. Strong but shy. Independent. I know your at the end of the noose but please let me be the last time you need to make a choice on whether or not letting a man in is a risk. Allow me to protect your heart, to explore your mind and inspire your creativity. And one day we can recreate. A life which will know & grow in endless love.  I respect your love of self & your ability to maintain your happiness. I’d never take that away, but at least let me be a percentage of what you makes you smile. To be a reason you love your flaws. Let me love you for your imperfections. No disease or infection, could ever camouflage that still you are rare and precious.  The beauty of your ebony skin and the firmness of your thickness. An original black woman, non hypersexualised, one of these robots, manufactured by doctors to fit an imagine of a person who’s sole intentions is dress for likes to boost the ego. I admire your realness. Privalidged to have the love, of one of the last left of a dying breed. Allow me, to beg you to be.what will help mould me into a better man. For you to be my happiness. To serve you. Love and protect you, under the watchful eye of the most high. For. No matter where I’m at in life. You always see the best in me”

Flipped onto his lap. As if gazing at stars we stared into each other’s eyes. As the lyrics flowed “catch a four leaf clover” we embraced in a kiss that enlightened our heart chakras. He became my Clark Kent. His words burned my emotions.
My ice was slowing melting. As my eyes released H2. O. This feeling’s Overwhelming A moment that may have just changed the lonely plans I had envisioned for the rest of my lonely life.
Part 1.

©Flo’Etic