Empty Heart

 

People seek to inspire 

For financial gain 

With no desire to help people that have lost everything 

The truth spreads like wildfire 

But lies run sour 

Like a sore that wasn't treated 

Or a friendship 

Gone bad 

In these days of hits and misses 

People search the closest inspiration 

They can grab 

Rarely questioning the sender 

And poor intent 

We all gotta eat 

But surviving off fake cures should never pay the rent 

A couple days go by and the quick money 

Is past the point of spent 

But what about the person in need 

Self help, motivational speech and guru's 

Linked up with the who's who 

Fail to address the problem 

Turn to the Bible 

And churches devoid of pay per view miracles  

For something that will feed the soul 

Everyone is seeking something that an empty heart can hold 

Love always, Esha 

Short Poem: Politics

 

Some say, 

Party politics must stand

If evil is done they turn their head

Like a late kid getting hall passes

Giving out third and fourth chances

No matter the offense

Democracy was a dream 

Put on a hopeful wish list 

But still some say, 

It’s imperfect 

But this is all we have 

So if we bare grievances 

It’s too darn bad 

Love always, Esha 

My Flesh

this flesh,

my flesh is soft, succulent and brown

a hue passed down

from my Grandpappy

it’s moisture maintained by shea butter

these are the lips

that gave sweet dreams to dry eyes

full and shiny like the sunrise

hands that cradled

water from many streams

used to toil, eager to clean

these are the fingers

that knitted woven things

this flesh,

my flesh is soft, succulent and brown

a hue passed down

from my Grandpappy

but sometimes it betrays me

cute can turn angry with no food

it cries out:

feed me before i turn rude

always wanting what it can’t have

trading in the desires of the heart

for all the shortcuts that make the spirit sad

it specializes in hiding the good

within a shell of bad

elastic

like a rubber band

it snaps back

tighter than spandex jeans

but when wrinkles do come…

my skin will wear it

as a badge of honor

come and see

the signs of a life well lived

look at the temple that gave

and still gives

this flesh is my flesh

and it is what it is

Love always, Esha