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Influences
My king Jehovah Jirah, my family, E. Bland (E. you were that extra push I needed and I love you for that), Jahpan, lovers of spoken word, Jill Scott, Jean Grae, Erykah Badu, Talib Kweli, Mos Def, The Roots, Little Brother, Amel Larrieux, Amerie, Common, Nikki Giovanni, Komplex, Love the Poet, 9th Wonder, Outkast, Jamiroquai, Floetry, Kem and so many more...
Give me a clean sheet of paper and watch my thoughts as they melt out of my soul and drip, drip onto it…” -excerpt from Verbal Intelligence
…Yes, Sarah Ashley has been expressing her thoughts through lyrical art since the tender age of 14.Back then her creative writing was a mere hobby, whereas today, that same hobby has developed into an unconditional passion that’s growing stronger by the minute.
Born October 19th in Providence, RI, 23 year old Sarah is one of the most noted and active poetesses in her district. In January of 2005, Sarah was deemed “Top Dog of Providence” at a spoken word battle hosted and sponsored by HOT 106.3 FM and Trinity Repertory Co. Her love of spoken word has been conveyed in various ways such as: representing the Providence Youth Team at the 2001 National Poetry Slam in Ann Arbor, MI, participating in open mics throughout New England and featuring her works at numerous universities including URI and Brown.
Sarah Ashley’s sole goal is simply to speak life into others through her poetry. She is off to a fantastic start and hopes to grow more profoundly through this art in years to come.
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I slide her panties from behind her soft round ass and down her legs to the floor. She then spreads her legs open real wide, inviting my face in between. I licked slowly up her pussy from the bottom to the top then parted the lips, licking all around her juicy clit. I licked circles around her clit with a love making rhythm, her every moan was making me eat it even better. I then softly took the whole clit into my mouth and sucked slowly while she moaned. I sucked on it the way she used to suck her thumb. I sucked on it as if I were sucking cake icing off of my own fingers. I sucked her so long and so good her pussy juices were wetting my chin and her clit became erect and swollen in my mouth.
I then licked up and down her pussy, rolling my tongue all around it as it becomes really wet and juicy. “Yea baby, lick it, lick it! Eat that juicy pussy!” she moaned. I resumed swirling my tongue all over her wet kitty, sucking up every ounce of her cum as it leaked out. I then slid my long warm tongue inside her hole and began stroking her G spot with the tip of my tongue. I can taste her sweet juices leaking out and I slurped it all up. She begins to gush even more cream all over my tongue and mouth. I continue licking her inside clean while her stream of cum seems never ending. I bounce my tongue up and down inside her warm pussy, causing her tasty water flow to splash and slide down into my mouth. I briefly paused to lick her soapy white vitamins off my lips.
I licked her throbbing clit some more, up down, side to side. I wrapped my lips firmly around her clit and proceeded hum aloud, causing my lips to vibrate and her to produce more wetness for daddy’s mouth.
“Keep sucking that pussy baby, tongue fuck me” Arielle demanded
I replied by burying my mouth into her drenched sticky paradise. My tongue stood erect inside her pussy hole, not a drop of her cum missing my taste buds. I was addicted. If I
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Have a great week and here is a poem to take you back, or take you there
I RODE DOWN THE LONELY HI-WAY With the top down, the sounds of the ocean waves mixed with the soul of my 8 track player The Dells crooned, “The Love We Had Stays On My Mind” My Blues bled into the dark sky My eyes were on the road but, I see her at every mile marker, and with every star that sparkled above I pushed on the gas as my heart raced Where am I going? Anywhere she might be Teasing my soul hoping she was headed to me Whoooo… I took that corner too fast Slow down and live with the memories Like when we were lovers in the night She is sitting on my love Her hands spread on my chest Her lips and eyes smile Feeling my love We were cruising after we had climbed a mountain I’m watching her mountains rise and fall, and drip on me She and I create streams that lead to her river I hold onto her firm Whoooo… I almost ran off the road I’m squeezing the driving wheel with all my might; my hands are numb I look to the passage seat I’m alone on this lonely hi-way I check my seat belt, adjust my mirror, and try to adjust to the fact…she is gone I turn the 8 track up, and hit repeat…again, as The Dells croon, “The Love We Had Stays On My Mind” I hit the gas and head home
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NO, I WON'T STAND!!!"
So tired are these feet of mine, been catering to, and working hard for WHITE FOLKS all day long
Can't wait to give rest to them, the moment when I reach my home
Oh! Good, here comes the bus
Headed to the back I am, where the WHITE FOLKS seat US
In a SECTION that COLORED FOLKS were permitted to sit, is where I perched my behind
Stop after stop, the bus was now full, no longer available were any seats MARKED with a "WHITES ONLY" sign
To STAND the passenger could not, for it was LAW that all WHITES be seated to recline
In demand of a seat the BUS DRIVER turned to the COLORED portion of the bus' dividing line
Ordering several BLACKS from our seats he did, but, to BUDGE the body of me DECLINED
NO WAY was I to DETHRONE myself to SURRENDER a WHITE MAN a seat of mine
I paid my FARE, sat in the SECTION that DISCRIMINATION had given me
Now, to RISE for a WHITE PASSENGER because in his area no seats were empty
The COURAGE of me REFUSED to take anymore of the WHITE FOLKS desecration
From my seat COMPELLED I was, and HEADED to JAIL for an INFRINGEMENT of the rules of SEGREGATION
At the DRIVER of the BUS command, off the bus, escorted I was, by a WHITE policeman
Cuffed tightly behind my back rested my RESTRAINED hands
Now in a CELL encompassed by steel bars, the MIND, SOUL, and BODY of me had to STAND
Not for a doing of WRONG, but, for SIMPLY not GIVING what was MINE to a WHITE MAN
So TIRED was I, of being STOMPED and BEATEN by WHITE FOLKS cruelty, for possessing a FACE of a DARK SHADE
To have STOOD UP for the RIGHTS of SELF and MY PEOPLE, the PRICE to obtain EQUALITY was PAID
Now, on the BUS seated RIGHT NEXT to one another
Are the PEOPLE of WHITE FLESH and THOSE of COLOR
BY: Amelia Finley Copyright:2009
Inspired by the experience of Rosa Parks
