Please Be Patient With Me !!

Please be patient with me,

Sometimes when I’m around

People I ooz out and have a thought

To myself.When you ask me what’s

Wrong and I say nothing,Please

Believe me.Theres nothing really.

Im just thinking to myself and

Sometimes I have no words to say

At all !! Please be patient with me.

Poetess Dee



statutory Rape Or Not ?!




My fellow bloggers & readers,
Let’s put aside whatever we doing and tackle this,Let’s be real & realistic, What’s your say on this ?!

A club strictly says ‘No under 18s’
And they actually do check for
Identity Document (ID).

Now,A 16 year old gets a fake ideal
And goes in through with her
Girlfriends. Once inside,They spot
A group of guys who seem calm,
And they sit by them.

These two groups are equal in
Numbers and automatically it
Becomes a 2-by-2 kinda thing.
A few drinks down – There’s hugging,Kissing,making out.

One of the guys (Let’s name him Orange) takes one of the girls (Let’s name him Apple) home with him.
Its a mutual understanding.They
Have sex and spend the night together.

The next morning,Apple talks of how she needs to be home right away,
They exchange numbers & Orange drops Apple off at her front gate.

A few days later,Orange is home and there’s harsh knock on the door,
Irritated,He opens and is greeted by three policemen. They ask for him
And say that he is being arrested for
Statuary rape (This is when someone over 18years sleeps with a minor – 16years & younger).

He is confused but agrees to go to the station,Upon his arrival he sees Apple there .. Which confuses him more.He is then told that the young girls mother has laid rape charges against him !!

Fast forward,Is that fair ??
After all – She did lie
And commit a crime (Fraudstery)
And Orange did none of that ??

Let’s engage and talk,
Face facts & be realistic.

Poetess Dee



Slit Wrists !!



Slit my wrists
What happens next?
The blood drips down
On to my desk.

The pain feels sharp
Inside my mind
It clears my eyes
No longer blind.

The world is clear
I’m able to see
How people can show
Such cruelty.

Why stay here?
There’s nothing left
And nobody cares
About my death.

So I deepen the cuts
Lean back in my chair
And fade away
‘Cause I don’t care.


Poetess Dee


What If .. ?!



What If…‎


What if a black girl knew that she would be desired by others only if she desired herself first, And that beauty is not in the mindset but the confidence she carries.


What if a black girl knew that her lips are perfect as they are and she need not suck her cheeks in to be kissed.


What if the sun could speak in words,

And the heat be exclamation

What if the moon could sing lullabies,

And it’s brightness be a cuddle

What if skies were mirrors, 

And reflects only truth.


Perhaps the black girl would walk bold,

Perhaps she would pile aside lies she’s been told ?


What if she accepted her life,

Maybe then she would smile often,

Or perhaps she would stop self harm !!

What if man gave her confidence.


The Cruelty Of Self-Slavery

Verses the beauty of self-acceptancy,

Thoughts Of Brutality

Murdering self esteem and self identity.


What if she knew her true worth,

Her true purpose on this earth.

Perhaps she’d never market her soul

Perhaps she wouldn’t feel so lone.


What its all useless,

What if she’s worthless – Really.

Would it be her fault or her care giver’s,

Would it be okay for her to carry on with no purpose 

Or would society step in ??


What if a black girl turned white,

Would her blindness turn to sight

Or would she accept

And turn away from other Black’s ?


What if a black girl knew,

What if she knew ?


Raymond Ray X Poetess Dee‎

Hi,I’m A Slut !!

Hi,I’m a slut:
Hi,I’m a slut.

You really can’t be surprised by that when you’re the one who introduced me to it.You let me believe it was the way forward.
Hi,I’m a slut.

You intoxicated me with easy pain,

You offered me money in exchange for my vagina.

You told me that I have an expensive bank between my thighs,And that  every man wants to deposit.
Hi,I’m a slut.

I let you park in my parking only because I thought it was the right thing to do that,Only to find that I was not the only parking you were using.
Hi,I’m a slut.

You used me,

You took my woman pride,

You degraded my reputation.

Everyone shared sympathy and empathy.You are what is called a bastard,You work of the dark angel. You used me to boost your male ego and buy space in the heart of the universe.
Hi,I’m a slut.

Used and trashed,

I am empty inside.

However,I have a virgin heart,

My heart is pure and innocent.
Hi,I’m a slut 

My heart has never loved,

Neither been fabricate hatred,

It still longs for one special someone to show it affection.

Endless men had me,

Had their way into my garden,

Breathed on my chest,

Though none of them stole my heart.
Hi,I’m a slut.

They kissed me but never went away with my heart.

They went in and out,Into me they went and out of me they left – Left me all alone with nothing but pity and hatred for all men kind.
 Hi,I’m a slut.

All kind of men,

Some my age,

Others way too young,

Most too old for me,

I should be ashamed – I know but hey,This is life.

The oldies went and sweated on top of me with their fingers clawed on my thighs.

Their sex ejaculations gave them excitement but filled me with rage.

He was suppose to mentor me but instead he sexed me.

I am to the world a prostitute but they don’t know know.
Hi,I’m a slut.

I’ve been called all sorts of nasty names & insults,For reasons only known by them.

Society has down graded me,It has disappointed me in more reasons then a thousand.
I still recall the first time it happened but no one cares – No one cares why and how it happened.
Hi,am a slut.

I blame the poverty walls that gave birth to me.I curse the dead that took my bread winners and exposed me to this harsh life.

I had to – I had no choice.I had to use my golden velvet to feed my soul,For my stomach and flesh desires food.
Hi,I’m a slut.

You really can’t be surprised by that when you’re the one who introduced me to it.
Poetess Dee

Mumu Da Poet

To My Crush..Yeah,I’m fine just tired.

Dear crush,What am I supposed to answer when you ask ‘are you okay’?

Because I’m pretty sure you don’t want to hear the truth. You just ask to make me think you care about how I feel,wherelse in reality you just want me to say ‘yeah,I’m fine just a bit tired’.
And then you are happy,you don’t have to comfort me or bring me up because after all

I’m fine,Just a bit tired.
Poetess Dee 😊