HE

This piece is lovely. 'Spoken Word." Poetry. 

He 
belongs to "She" 
And "She" 
Is not me 
Frantic kisses 
Satin sheets 
Intertwined 
Illegally 
Conversations 
Stolen time 
Klepto 
Took my heart from me 
Soul confused 
Morals wrong 
But I'd risk half of them 
For He 
Half my lust 
Half my love 
My Revelations 
Psalm 6:3 
His definition 
"Strength of God" 
Yet my weakness defines me 
If "She" didn't love her husband 
Then maybe this might be… 
If my momma raised a bitch 
Hmmm…It just might be easy 
Harlem Renaissance those vows… 
Reinvent their history 
but my confidence is not a mistress 
I'm a failure at "second best" 
I can't teach my daughter to stand 
If I fall for disrespect 
My existence 
non-existent 
guilt accapella's 
my heartbeat 
yet his smile is the reason 
I can't let my heart 
Beat 
Out reasons of sanity 
And the words I can't speak 
The moments of clarity 
cause I deserve…. 
Just like "She" 
But He belongs to "She" 
And "She" is not me 
Second "She" never was…. 
And the only I will never will be. 

Written by Ahsien

HNU bench: a place of peace.

A place of peace.

Have you ever wonder what it would be like to feel free after class, and have a peace of mind?

Well, I know what it is like.

At the the bottom of the stairs, there are about six benches. Where I normally sit.

Sitting there i feel at peace, and a river of joy flow through me.

Try it one day, when you get out of class and don't feel like walking up the thousand man stairs of the school. Just go to one of the benches and sit and relax and feel at peace. and let the river of joy flow heavy through you blood line.

The benches are all aligned with one another. "Repetition." One of the elements included in CARP.