Heh everyone, first off let me say Happy Tuesday. Yes we made it through another tiring week. So my weekend consisted of me writing for my next book that I am so excited about. Going a little different with this one but still its me 100%. So I have been having these weird dreams about my Ex. (N0 I do not want him back lorrrl) laughing out really really really loud okkkkkkkkkkkk. But I was talking to a friend who told me its because he is thinking of me and those thoughts are being transmitted because he and I were once so close. We shared the same Birthday, was supposed to get married on our Birthdays (guess he forgot that memo he sent me before). But in all honesty it worked out for the best because he showed his true colors. Allowing me to see he was indeed not the man (I use that term very loosely) I was meant to end up with. No, there is a better purpose out here in this universe for me so I happily await it and him. But in the meantime, me thinking of him and our good and bad times brought about this reflection/poem so I needed to write it down and so I share it with all of you. Enjoy
Luv, Missy
P.S. this is my up to dang on long look haahahah

Strong desires
As I replay us back in time
Needs you back then satisfied
I was positively yours
You were negatively mine
Now, she has you
Body, soul and mind
Still, it does not take away the love my heart has/had for you
But for sanity's  sake, I have to let go
Let you go
Keeping the past past while making room for my future
Allowing my wings to strengthen while flying upwards and onwards
Off into brighter skies surrounded by star filled dreams
For your kisses no longer mean to me a thing
Your touches now hers no more do I hunger for
Off now are my rose colored glasses
As I see you completely as meant
No longer my dream
Yet forever my nightmare......

Stereotyped

This Reflection Stereotyped came about from a discussion I had with whom I thought was a friend. She proceeded to try telling me why me and my ancestors endured the plight we did while she and her ancestors were and still is regarded superior. Now I do not know if she bumped her head or felt some boldness on the particular day we had this talk but all in all it fueled this reflection. It was not intended to offend but instead to open eyes and minds of those who still has this mentality.

Stereotyped
Reflection from Blueberry Stated of Mind, a collection of reflective truths by Missy Smith

 http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B005EGKDQG

Stereotyped
You are not that pure as the driven white snow virgin society has labeled you
 No, I am not that seductive whore many perceive us black women as being
 Yes, I am undervalued and underappreciated
 Made to feel inferior while you were taught to be superior
 “Pure Goddesses” they call you
 “Black Tramps” is what they yell at us
 See my ancestors paid our dues long time ago, only now it seems many have forgotten
 Therefore, you attach more wages upon us to pay
 The epitome of a society bearing no morals
 From back in the day to now here in this day discrimination still running deep
 And yes, I still refuse to be anyone’s woolly haired sheep
 Know that I walk with a stride that can't be denied
No matter how hard you try I refuse to backslide
 I ride the front
Sit where I want
Talk what I feel all while displaying beautifully confident appeal
 See Mama made educating us her main priority
 Articulate strong “Black Nubian Queen” on this scene
 Refusing to be caught up in racial divisions
 Radical decisions hell-bent on weakening instead of strengthening
 Power to the people, yeah I got that memo
 See my strength lies within many factors that make up my genetic symmetry
 Ain't I a woman said Sojourner Truth?
 After all this sexist bull, I had better be!

Blueberry State of Mind, a collection of reflective truths by Missy Smith available now.

When life throws you that unexpected curve ball and secrets and lies collide, how do you allow your soul to heal?
Abuse, Hate, Love, Inspiration.

Nights of pain, Days of joy.

Blueberry State of Mind, a collection of reflective truths takes readers on an emotional journey as Author Missy Smith finally overcomes her years of being abused mentally and physically. Embracing inner demons setting them free, Missy no longer sits daydreaming of what could have been. She now stands tall smiling about what is now to come.

Reflection from Blueberry State of Mind, a collection of reflective truths.

Survivor

By Missy Smith

I survived

Emerging Victorious

A long way from home I had to travel

But I finally made it

No more am I suffering in silence

No longer are you keeping me shamed

No longer am I your victim

Finally, I am free!

This and many more of my various "Reflections" on Life can be found at:

 http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B005EGKDQG

http://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.aspx?bookid=91314 

you can also download me for your nooks and kindles. I thank you all. Creative Luv, Missy

The Papi Affect

Snippet from book 2 (being written now)

He was tall, well past 6feet with eyes that told stories both good and bad. MMMM his arms damn they supported me in ways never have I experienced. He was a dream. He was my papi. Didn't feel right calling him daddy, hell I had one of those but he made me feel safe and secure so Papi was the next best thing to call him.

This man was fire and you know what they say about fire. Play with it at your own risk but be prepared because at some point you may become burned. Who knew 7 years later these very words would become my truths. But I couldn't help myself. He was that indulgence of pure decadence. That second piece of chocolate cake, that extra sugar in already overly sugared tea. A true treat filled with mixtures of trickery. And yet still I saw the signs and refused their offerings of truth. For I was in love. In love with a Wolf in Sheep's clothing.

Wedensday

Wednesday

By Missy Smith

The day

The day was Wednesday, sort of like today only without the bullshit from that Wednesday before

See love left her door long ago

Only she keeps trying to keep it open, if only slightly

For another has caught her eye

Well, kind of

But she knows she's caught his

She sees he's intrigued

But is she?

Are the wages of her past lover's sins too much to bear or better yet
overcome?

Are the damages inflicted from him of before too much to give him of now the time of day?

Is the light truly darkened from his mark he left upon her?

Pink nightshirt

curly hair

bare feet

endless thoughts

Wednesday,
Yea it would be wouldn't it?

Poetry is not dead! (POETRY)

POETRY
Poetry is not dead
by Missy Smith

This was brought to my attention by someone who stated they would love to read my book but that Poetry to them is not fascinating enough or thrilling enough. It angered me to no end. I began to realize that many feel Poetry is not urban or street enough for them. Many do not realize that Poetry is the expression of ones soul and that it takes the form of the one delivering it. Everything does not have to be urban/street to make it a bonafide hit in the media world. Poetry again is from the heart. Truths told in daring and creative ways. Poetry of today is sensual, daring, scintillating, free, reflective, expressive, bold. So no, Poetry is not dead!

Poetry is not dead
Nor is it sleeping
It is however being placed on back burners
Pushed aside for more urbanized (writings)
Because my words speak truths so paramount
You discredit my freeness of mouth,
As I ink these truths,
Layering my pages full of raw emotions
No, Poetry is not dead
Nor is it sleeping
It is however being placed on back burners
Pushed aside for more urbanized (writings)
Books that promote stories in which we do too
Only we tell ours in Poetic tones
So who are you to say our stories do not belong?
Who are you to brush our creativeness aside?
Who the hell are you to tell me Poetry is not worth it?
We are Reflectionists, Expressionists and Poets who are creative beyond belief
Who weave intricateness as no other
Depicting "Life’s" truths in ways that others can relate too
So do not tell me Poetry is dead
It is thriving like never before
Showcasing its brilliance throughout the minds of its deliverers
Ones who are chosen to deliver truths in this very form
POETRY!

Also do not forget to pick up your copy of my book Blueberry State of Mind, a collection of reflective truths to read more of my reflections.
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B005EGKDQG

Color Me, Reflection being featured in OW NEWS SEPT issue.

Hello everyone, well I am doing good today. Found out I will be one of the featured Poets in OW NEWS. I am very happy about this. I am being recognized for my reflections and I wish to give a huge shout out to Huniie the Expressionist (Hang Out 4 Artists) for singing my praises and to Oneal Walters, and his OW News. I am including my Reflection selected for the OW NEWS. Thanks and Creative Luv, Missy

Color Me

by Missy Smith

I am a shade of brown

rich and exquisite

though at times depending upon the seasons, I like them change

summer time at times brings a darker shade

though make no mistake my beauty still resonates exquisiteness

texturally magnificent

with a hint of fabulousness

ok, its more than a hint

but I am not one to brag

however, I shall

beautiful queen

smile lighting up rooms

spiritually uplifting spirits

Th e color of me is much more than one can truly know

Yes I am a shade of brown

but my spirit is the color of free

soaring through clouds

destination beyond

the edge of known reality

making my own reality

sprouting poetic truths like that of tree roots

deeply rooted, for you cannot uproot me

see I am here to stay

until the last of my breath my Father decides shall be no more

until my pen becomes inkless

and my pages become blank

and my mind no longer creatively reflecting

but until then I shall remain

a poetically fl owing bewitching shade of brown

Missy Smith

Born in Washington DC,

it has always been Missy’s

dream to have her words

read by all. In the midst

of her thirties she knew

it was time to fulfill that

dream and thus became

the birth of Blueberry

State of Mind a collection

of reflective truths.

Missy Smith was chosen

as one of the most talented

poets by Hang Out 4 Artists.