Fire and Water written by J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey

J.V. Stanley & A.N. Ramey Fire and Water
Two lifelong poets, sisters, and best friends have fused together to bring you a variety of poems designed to melt the heart and inspire the soul. Separated for a time and coming back together stronger than ever they proudly present, "Fire and Water." The poems touch upon the earthly and otherworldly cares, delving into the complexities of the soul through the various trials faced through love, heartache, and everything in between. Join them on their journey through the dark and into the light. Travel with them through the gauntlet of poetic life with its obstacles at every turn. Each challenge they faced, however, paved the way for them to step forward with fierce determination and ever present love. Their poetry is mostly free-verse, but touch upon various forms such as the Kyrielle, Harrishma Rhyme, the Italian Sonnet, Etheree, and Twin Etheree.
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Nobody's Woman

I'm a full grown woman. Why can't I find a half grown man?
I'm just kiddin, I'm not settling and that's the case at hand.
Dating has become such a task, a chore; I must be a bore? 
Coz I don't twerk it like she do, work the kinda job his last
GURL did. I just can't deal with it. You see I've gotten so fed up,
hate won't fill me up. Ya feel me?…I don't wanna go there.
Lawd knows I don't. But something is wrong. It's not all about me. 
I'm the last and the least. Still I'm gonna demand my respect,
it's the queen in me. Nah, I put up wit a lot of things but a lying ,
trifling, non azz wiping man ain't one of them. These lips-of-mine
can be stubborn and mischievous. So rough Carmex can't soften
them up. Ladies, it just seems unfair the way men look at
my housing, clothing, like I'm a hood rat. Like they
are so up to par, as they roll around driving rental cars, living
at home wit mama and work temp jobs. Still, I'm good at
the bar. Oh yeah, I look good enuff to give a head applause.
Until I put em on blast, smash those sweetie grins real fast
like a bad car accident. And then I'm a crazee azz bytch!
Then so be it. I'm love sick y'all and it's terminal. I've fought
a good, long, hard fight. I just can't seem to find a man that's
right for meeee. I'm not chasing_____  hold on. It's
the fact that every man  I meet wants to be out of his league.
He's either above or below me. Or out of his rabbit azz mind!!!
There comes a time when you wait for some things too long.
You know what… guess what. Love can kiss my black behind.
I'm not lying y'all. I'm sooo done wit the online, offline, hotlines
and chat lines. These blurred lines have ran from my page.
As Robin Thicke would sing, in a different way.  I guess…
I'd rather be my own fool than to ever think, love and I could be
cool like that… That my life could be possible like that...


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