Category Archives: POETRY

Hey, Little Girl-A Poem


Hey, Little Girl

By mstmha


A nimbus ribboned,

Sweetened delight

Was THAT little girl.


Grooving to her own rhythm.

Hips popping to the beat.

She was THAT little girl.


Twirling through life

To the ripple of her own Boom Bada.

She swinged and waved with a new Na Na.


A happy brown-skinned sweet,

Glowing as the music roared.

With a rose-esque grin,

She leaped.


Beaming as a Vamboom! teen.

Girl, swing those hips!

You are a Lambada dream!



And even aged so womanly.

Leaning only thirty-nine degrees.

She’s still THAT little girl

Prancing in the street.


Enchanting is she.

Raging pirouettes around her enemies.

Jealous of that allegro coffee.

She’s still THAT little girl.


Softly smooching their blah, blah, blah

She moves regally downstage…Bam Boom!


Never resting to see

The joy that she brings.


Little Girl!









Raped To The First Degree

Love and Rape

*This poem is a work in progress. It is not one of my most professional works but I, daresay, had to share.  After consistently being followed by multitudes of women for years whom I can only assume are always following me due to their awareness that I am a Targeted Individual who is constantly being watched, it is now my concern that they are either trying to catch a man or entrap a meal ticket. I soon found, after another pitiful experience today, that I had no choice but to speak just a portion of my mind in regards to the desperateness of women. Obviously, they know that I am being watched and they are taking full-fledge advantage. Betcha bite, not just a ‘cookie’, but a pimp!

What is a woman’s real worth if she can’t catch a man on her own?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my rather elementary poem! Any opinions are more than welcome!

Raped To The First Degree

By Tiffany Hood-Acolatse



You want me to smile

While you poke, poke, polka

In my head.

Dancing around me

As if you have nothing

Better to do

Than to gank someone’s bread.

You want me to insanely crack

As you pride

In knifing me

In my back.

You don’t know

That I know.

My bad.

Honey, you chose the wrong rack.

What man do you want

To lure

As you stalk behind me

With greed, sweetie?

Is he the shining Adonis

That you may

Have always

Dreamed him to be?

Emotionally distraught,

I have been raped

Of my family

To no appease.

And you think

That you are important

While you cluelessly

Continue to track me?

He doesn’t want you,

And believe me, boo,

In my mind

I am not jealous.

The men you want

Are advocates of the Devil.


In overzealous.

Do you think that

Your gang stalking men

Want to bring

A smile to my face?

Or are you just that girl

Who doesn’t care

As long as you are

There for the take?

Almost seven years

Of baiting

Which seemingly

Comes to no end.

Is he the Dr. Suess

That you hoped

Him to be

In your game of play and pretend?

Your coochie

Is doing the hoochie.

Boo boo…

Don’t you see?

I am not the woman

That you have faked.

That woman

With no dreams.

Your obsessiveness

Does not

Fit my profile.

This is a fact.

A man cannot entice

If his personality

Like yours,

Is jacked!

Loving me for me

Is all that

My life

Will ever be.

Loving he for he

Or she for she

Leads to nothing

But appalling deceit.

Get some self-esteem

And, honey trap,


Stop using me.

My life was already blacked.

And the words

You speak,

You cannot preach.

Just leave me

And mine alone.

I have been raped

To the first degree.

Believe me, Ms. Stink,

When I say…

You don’t want to go head to head

In the mainstream.

Your rags to riches

You can have.

And your wedding is all

That it will ever be.

Dreamin’- A Song


Dreamin’-A Song
By mstmha aka Moody EmPo

I am thinking of you
And all that we’ve shared.
I remember our years;
Passing the tears
With no regrets.
Oh, oh, oh baby…
With no regrets.

I can still feel your touch
with my mind…
I assure you that my body
Relied on only you,
Only you.
My sweet baby.
Only you.

Prose: Sate me baby like you’ve never done before.
Let me wash your tears away.
Take me, sweetie, where you want me to go.
And never let me go.

Prose: Any lost time together, we cannot afford.
Let me taste you as I did before.
Please baby, please baby…
Wrap me in your world.

I am thinking of you
And all that we’ve shared
I remember our years,
Passing the tears
With no regrets
Oh, oh, oh baby
With no regrets.

Just remember I am yours.
In life we were torn.
But in love we are here
To face all of our fears.

I am yours.
I am yours.

If engrossing yourself
In the love we both kept
Lends to your fear…

Always remember baby…

I am yours.
I am yours.

*The music to this song (which is not displayed) was created by none other than Reaper Beatz called Dreamin.

Thank you Reaper!

Sunset-A Haiku

Artwork: Sunset Kiss-Gordon King

Sunset-A Haiku
By mstmha

Walking on the beach
Watching the sunsets low shine
A small kiss goodbye.

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You- By Pablo Neruda

Friendship, 1908, Oil on Canvas, The Hermitage, St. Petersburg, Russia

Friendship, 1908, Oil on Canvas, The Hermitage, St. Petersburg, Russia, Pablo Picasso

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Ice Water-A Short Story

Gustav Klimt's The Kiss

  “Paint a perfect picture…

   Bring to life a vision in one’s mind…

   The beautiful one’s always smash the picture…

   Always, everytime.”


                                                                                    Ice Water

                                                                        By Tiffany Hood-Acolatse



She watched him breathe slowly beside her as he slept and as by fate, she knew that their story was all the more clearer than it was yesterday, the day before, or even years prior…

Sway leaned her voluptuous curves readily against the glossy, red body of the Ferrari 488 Spider as the photographer snapped his camera feverishly in her direction. With a small poke of the lip and a turn of her tiny waist, unashamed, she showed off her very shapely apple bottom and shocked him with a gorgeous, veneered smile.

Sweat poured from his face as if it were a hundred degrees outside as he continued to photograph his favorite muse. The quickening blue-black clouds in the Georgia sky were the perfect background to the prints he had in mind for her portfolio. He smiled, appreciating the view before him that, in his mind, was nothing less than perfect.

She stared, uninhibited, into the Nikon camera; amused by the reactions of her long time friend as he tried dutifully to hold the camera still while capturing her beauty frame after frame. She knew what was on his mind but he had to understand that she had too much to lose. As the owner of Sway-tique, a multimillion dollar lingerie franchise, Sway was proudly on her way to creating one of the most unique boutique labels in the fashion industry.

After about an hour of posing, instinctively, Sway glanced quickly upwards and glimpsed her husband staring angrily out of their second-floor bedroom window. “Oh no,” she scolded herself quietly as she watched him disappear inside. How could she have forgotten? Her black curls swirled around her face as she hurriedly turned back to the photographer.

“Dammit,  Reggie,” she screamed demandingly. “What time is it!” She began hurriedly straightening her Dolce and Gabbana caftan.

Reggie looked puzzled as he dropped one hand from the camera and checked his mediocre Timex. He hadn’t noticed that her husband had been watching them from above and stared at her in confusion.

“It’s 6:00, baby,” he exclaimed. He then turned to his left and grabbed a full glass of ice water that sat so temptingly on the brown, stoned fence wrapped around her front yard and gulped the coolness. He was trying, in his mind, to piece together what had just happened to make her go so ballistic.

Sway became frantic. “ Keith and I have a flight to catch to Bora Bora by 8:30 and I haven’t packed our bags!,” she cried miserably. “He‘s waiting upstairs. I’ve gotta go.”  Sway quickly walked up and placed a Guerlain KissKiss smooch on his warm cheek and then bailed the pristine courtyard in haste to the front door as if she were running the forty yard dash.

As the breeze whistled past her ears, she didn’t mistake the sound of the refreshing clink of the ice inside the crystal as she eased her way through the heavy, Tuscan doors enclosing the front entry. It amazed her as to how distinct the sound was even from a distance and before she closed the doors behind her, she stole a brief glance at him and noticed that the glass in his hand was still enticingly full; and the ice sparkled with a quenching promise.

As Reggie stood alone, he watched as she darted away and entered the adobe-style-home that belonged to she and her blasé, investment banker husband. A husband that Reggie knew could never really love her as she deserved.

Keith did not want a wife; he wanted a trophy. Their marriage was an emotional façade and a monetary jail cell.  Reggie knew Sway hated every minute of Keith’s braggart efforts to impress his peers simply because she now understood, after five years of marriage, that her husband would have nothing to do with her if it weren’t for his sociopathic need to remain on the family’s A-list.

Sway was a very strong and competent woman and her husband should have been proud to possess such a work of art. Like a Gustav Klimt, she was both beautiful and unpredictable. She was also both powerful in business and a model wife. Nothing like her husband who had been a penny pinching day trader when they met.  Without her, Keith would never have stood a chance in her world. She had been his guide stone, his only path to success.

Reggie stood alone in the courtyard for just a few moments more while staring at the three-story home as if it were a plague at Gldani. The blue-black clouds in the sky had darkened to an almost absolute shade of black as it eclipsed, framing the house with its darkness.

He was quietly astounded over the fact that the heavens had, yet again, created another perfect picture. He reached slowly for his camera once again and snapped a picture for remembrance.

His time with Sway had been cut short and in that, he was very disappointed.  He   always looked forward to seeing her. Hanging his head, he started silently down the cemented walkway at the side of the house towards the kitchen quarters located at the back of the home.  He needed to relieve himself of his still full glass of ice water whose cubes clinked harmoniously like his heart when he was with her.


Inside the elaborately decorated home, Sway ran as fast she could to her second story bedroom suite. She found, when she arrived, that her husband was standing inside their custom Tesalia wardrobe glaring into the vanity mirror. She measured the depth of his anger and cringed. She knew what would come next.

“I’m sorry, Keith,” she began as she stumbled inside, eyes lowered. “I completely lost track of time but I‘ll…”. Her voice faded as she moved to begin their packing but stopped in her tracks once she noticed the many Louis Vuitton bags piled in the corner of the wardrobe waiting to be towed downstairs.

His face was frightening as he turned and walked towards her. It was then that she noticed that he was holding a glass of ice in his right hand but the liquid inside had been depleted. It was even stranger still to see that when his six-foot-two frame moved in her direction, the ice never made a sound.

Once in front of her, she stared wary into his eyes as he towered above her.  His free hand lifted to stroke her cheek softly and then, un-expectantly, she felt his hand drop to her neck angrily and then began to squeeze tightly. She tried to scream.

“You little tramp! You couldn‘t stop screwing around long enough to pack a bag,” his voice maddening. Sway attempted to release his hands from around her throat but his fingers would not budge. She tried to scream again but became hoarse as his hand tightened even more. The lack of oxygen was making her weak and she felt faint.

Suddenly, Keith slammed her against the walls of the wardrobe. She slumped to the floor in pain from the impact then attempted to catch her breathe.  She looked up just in time to see the glass of ice from his hand soar through the air and crash to the floor. In shock, she attempted to regain her composure until she spotted Keith and Reggie lunging at one another.

What she least expected to see next was the gleam of the gun. Crying sorrowfully, Sway rushed to her feet. She started towards them but the ice from the empty glass intervened. Her hands flailed in the air as she felt herself falling towards the floor again. The last thing see remembered was the sound of the gun firing, the crack of her head as it hit the vanity dresser, and then there was nothing but darkness.

Confused, Sway awakened, allowing the haze of sleep to fade. In disbelief, she noticed Reggie sleeping next to her. She couldn‘t help staring. She watched him breathe slowly beside her as he slept and as by fate, she knew that their story was all the more clearer than it was yesterday, the day before, or even years prior, or so she thought.

She looked around, ingesting the meager surroundings of the bedroom. It had only been a dream she sighed with relief but before falling back to sleep, she noticed a familiar glass of ice water full to the brim on the bedside table and smiled at the coincidence. She could feel her heart swelling to match its fullness as she openly adored him.

Reggie didn‘t wake her as he admired his beautiful muse’s face as she slept. He turned to stare at the picture of Sway’s very real three-story home surrounded by eclipsed skies on his bedroom wall and thought back on the hurtful past before Sway’s unfortunate amnesia. He held her in his arms and made a silent promise to always cherish this woman who was his ice. The woman who was now his perfect picture.

Club Sheen


‘Club Sheen’
By mstmha

Ghost lights dimmed
To mesmerizing.
Your stage,
A fire lit,
Cello reprieve.

You taste me
In your casting role
That I can never leave.

I absorb
Your foolish bask
On my
Lacey-bodied scene.

Staging my silken skin
With a wetful tongue
I applauded with a snap, snap
To your poetic

My moan jazzing
To a less volumous sound
As my emotions implode,
Barely conscious,
Gliding my body to breathe.

By your urgency.
By your sax
Seducing to scene.

No curtain fall
To end the skill in task.
As your hands
My arching grief.

You do not deserve
That standing ovation
From the audience
Who aphro-di-si-acted
Our instrumentality.

Snap, snap, Snap, snap
Your rhythm un-soothing,
As I fret
To my own defeat.

I cringe to your words.
Your unfulfilled adj’s
When you sing
That I am all
You’ll ever need.

I do not want
To fear the pain
After curtain falls
And you must
Then take leave.

The coldness
After your
Fevered heat.
The emptiness
Within your smoke scheme.

Your act is shared
With only those
That care
About appearances
In our house-club called ‘Sheen’.

Our harmonious hands
Our strumming to pace
Is our Emmy
Amongst the steam.

Soon our stage
Will darken.
Our curtains
Soon will crash.
A facade
Is our reality

No Club Sheen to salve.