http://slow.writerscafe.org/she7lly The original writings of author Shelly Bell en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055805 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is dedicated to my grandmother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/637678/ This poem is dedicated to a former student of mine who died of cancer. R.I.P. Dajuan Lonnel Jackson. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/619229/ the second poem in a new series I am working on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/619016/ This is the first of a new poetry series i am writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/619015/ a true soul reflection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/581053/ Inspired by Langston Hughes' Mother to Son....this is from a modern day single parent standpoint. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/552069/ I felt that this perspective needed to be written from... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/552067/ Dancing naked is only for stages Private arrangementsAnd notebook pagesBut sometimes I feel like a stripper Like life is saying strip her.An intoxicated mindEases the pain of crucifixionWhile the hands of struggle carry me to suicideOr make it rain. The need for dolla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/521146/ Inside I anticipate his coming like Jesus on Sunday morning.I wish for his presence like hopeless pennies at the bottom of fountains My emotions are free flowing energyI just need to drink from him onceWhen we touch his skin kisses me within My KingI am liberated by the vibrations of our commun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/521138/ It's meemotionally availablethough you make me mentally unstablebc stability is the ability to be the stable methat I know.the stallion behind the gateready for the race but reallyjust wanting to wait. the next ride may not be better than the lastand the last race I wonso I know I'm second to n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/521136/ What are little boys made ofsnips and snails, and puppy dog tailsthat's what little boys are made ofWhat are little girls made ofSugar and spice and all things niceThat's what little girls are made of, This is my first recollection of my misconceptionof relationships. My mom read to me every night a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/515655/ The informantI've found a tunnel that can funnel God's energy straight to meonce I was full of it I closed off the tunnel to make it a cavethem moved my body fast enough to cause an energy waveI shook the concrete with all of the friction and heatWith darkness all around me and God's speedat my feet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/504330/ excuse all typos and errors....I meant for my mistakes to happen... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/504316/ This describes the Teaching experience... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/500632/ 7:30 rolls around…Hi, MA! Hi Rebecca, Trudy says in a low voice as she opens the door to let Connie and Rebecca in. Connie’s parents still lived in the same house she had grown up in. It was a simple modern house, but Trudy (Connie’s mom) was a neat freak and loved to cook. The ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/489720/ Connie was trying to ignore her son’s cry for food as long as she could. “ok, baby, give mommy 5 more minutes. Ma, I know what 5 + 5 is but is 5 minutes a long time? JONATHAN Just go in the living room and watch some cartoons for a minute, she yelled as she rolled back over and put the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/489719/ “What are those…” “X pills, genius!” “uh…I don’t want to mess with that” Connie replied. From under her other breast Kelly pulled a stack of 100’s. Connie’s eyes lit up. “Now I heard your old man was locked up” If you re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/489718/ “Yes”, will that be a problem. “Uh uh” Thank you Kee Kee. However, this was a problem because its time for Connie to pick up Jonathan from his grandparents. Now she was faced with having to tell her parents what she had been doing all this time. “Ma, I need your help?&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/489716/ Dressed in all black, black skin tight stretch jeans, fitted black baby doll tee which reads “I’m ready” in white letters across her breast. Her long silky black hair was pinned up into a ponytail to show her dangling silver earrings. Putting a piece of gum in her mouth she approac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/489715/ This time she had no problems with security or KJ, she walked right in as if she was an employee already. Approaching the bar, she waved to Kee Kee, “Oh, ok, he will be right out.” Kee Kee nodded. Now the music was louder and the crowd was starting to come in. The tables were starting to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/489714/ The security guards patted her down and checked her purse before she entered the building. She walked down a narrow hallway painted a red-burgandyish color which seemed to have some gold glitter thrown over it. Straight ahead is a man behind a dingy glass window.Door man: “Its $5 tonight prett.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/489713/ I wouldn't call this erotica....but it's close. I wrote this to submit to the contest here called Show Me the Meaning...I had to show the meaning of some experience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/489703/ I'm not an angry black womanI just realize that even though I supposedly came from the rib of a manwithout my womb he wouldn't be able to populate this land.thank you for a little piece of you, now I can breath on my own..should I blame christianity for the reasons I'm alone...Thinking that my entir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/489693/ leaves blowing from long branches in my direction like a swarm of beesas if I am the honey they seek.I can't figure whether to run or let them be...or be their honeythese simple pieces of carbon have no lifethey are not human beingsyet they were headed for me as if they could see me.There was someth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/489692/ How can you say I am not Jesus and Jesus is not me?How do you really know who he is? Only the perfect idea of him was printed for us to read?I'm sure his garment was not always ironed. The scriptures read "Jesus wept" which clearly means he was crying. I try to swallow your tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/487511/ I didn't present you with the piece of the puzzle that needed to be solved, but I expect you to want to get involved. I can't blame myself for your short commings because all the time I was running...in fear that pain would be coming and it came, when it did it rained. The rain began to po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/487505/ be like samson, push these pillars until my heart cave's inbe like Joshua, march around my walls of Jericho until they're no longer standing.be like adam, open your chest to make me wholebe like Abraham believe my womb delivers miraclesbe like David, lust for me apart from the life you're ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/487504/ I wrote this like 3 years ago. Please excuse grammar errors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/487501/ This poem is about the feeling you have when you know that you are going through something that you will get through successfully, but you still have to go through that situation. You are positive about the redemtion ahead but hating that you have to go t http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/479554/ a lesbian experience... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/479553/ start a revolution or shut the f*** up...what exactly do you plan to do with all the doo doo you left on my shoe...now that its there I can't walk around like I don't care... cuz I keep smelling it and that's not fair...don't sing me your blues, between your actions and my views whichone d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/479552/ One educators opinion... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/478892/ standing here with my arms by my side...I tilt my head back and my heart opens wide...I feel you as the wind collides with my soul....your love keeps me warm even though the air is so cold...I can't see you, yet my faith is strong in knowing you're there....as long as I can feel you I don'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/478688/ This poem is about my fear of performing at a spoken word event for the first time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/she7lly/478685/