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She didn't last one day
- The sound of making love
- Sista, Sista
- Helpless
- The blue bird sing
- Daddy's little man
- Ink spot
She didn't last one day
I have been trying to think of something to write about the
women that gave birth to my child.
I can't think of anything nice to say because of betrayal.
Below is a letter I received my first year in prison.
There was no return address and no signature.
It was advising me that my son's mother and my friend John Lewis
was having an affair. It speaks for itself.
Dear Jermont,
I was thinking about you and how you were doing. I hope you are taking good care of yourself and staying out of trouble. There is no need for you to worry about your child because he is being taken care of by your so called buddy John Lewis. John and Naja are a couple now and they have been going together now for a couple of months. Also, according to my understanding neither one of them wanted you to stay on the streets. I think they had some type of involvement with your situation. They couldn't wait to be
together because they have been messing around I think way before you was arrested. I personally wanted you to know this because John was never your friend and if he was he would never have anything to do with your old girl no matter what the circumstances were. If you get a chance to call John then do so. Who knows your old girl may answer the phone.
From
Someone Concerned I wrote about my other love so it was only right that I give her a shout out. One Love Ania, ifs all good.
Love,
Jermont top The
sound of making love It's your giggle when
I kiss your neck.
The way you sound when you call me by my nick name.
The way sound when you are angry and I don't take
you seriously.
Your uncontrollable laughter...
Your Smile.
Your deep inhale and exhale when I kiss your pleasure spots.
Our sweaty bodies pulling apart, and coming together again.
The long conversations we have on the couch.
Grocery shopping together.
The sounds of making love are the times shared with someone
you share your heart with.
It's the everyday activities that are apart of a life together.
The sounds of love making is the after math of what making
love grows too.
The sounds of two satisfied souls after a session of sexual
bliss. The sound of
making love... top Sista,
Sista Let me start by saying that I'm pleased to have your presence before me.
Sista!
You are the natural beauty of all woman kind.
Sista!
You must forgive my ignorance if I don't express to you my appreciation for you, on a
regular basis.
Sista!
They way you walk, talk, and represent is of great uniqueness.
Sista!
God took the strongest bone of man, the one that protects the heart, and created you.
Sista!
And here you stand, a strong black woman! Egyptian Queen, African Goddess, mother of man and land.
Sista!
Forever will I bow to your every need and desire... ETERNAL BLISS SISTA, ETERNAL
BLISS! top Helpless
Sometimes I fall apart
I feel all alone in the dark,
Other times over anxious
At times I'm terrified,
Knowing there's nowhere to hide.
At times tears just flow,
And yet, all this and more people don't know,
I wish people could understand,
Yet, how could they when I, myself, cannot.
They do see me laugh
But at times it's just a mask,
They do see me smile,
But at times it's just my suffering.
But why show it when they can do nothing.
I don't know what to do.
After all, I've been through.
There is nothing I can say,
All I can do is pray.... top The Blue Bird Song
The wind guides my wings as I soar above the rooftops and the clouds below,
Free I am,
At sunrise it's my song you hear outside your window.
Listen! Close your eyes? open your heart, and hear the beauty of my song.
Feel its Freedom.
During the night, I sleep in a nest made from mother earth, while the
earth dampens for tomorrow's feelings.
Free I am.
Create a song in your heart, that only you know.
Enjoy all the good things in life.
And you can enjoy THE BLUE BIRDS SONG.
FREE I AM! top Daddy's
little man My son, when you were still in your mother's stomach,
I knew you were special.
I shed tears of joy as you took your first breath into this world
My son, you are the most wonderful gift that GOD has ever given to a father.
GOD sent you into this world to become a comforter to all those you come ïnto contact
with, so they may feel the power of life.
You took your first steps and never stopped!
Mother and ï sat by your side through all your troubled days praying that you would
soon get better.
Before long, my son, you were up and about, doing what all little boys do...
Running,
Laughing,
Falling,
Getting back up, only to fail again.
I can remember the first time you said "Dad".
Well, it wasn't the full "Dad".
It was more like d-ah,d-ah.
That very day my whole life came together, and all my worries disappeared.
My son you are a leader, to bring love into this world of war,
Confusion, and selfishness. You are a son of GOD, with His Love? He
Will guide you on that path He has set for you.
Be happy, my son. Enjoy all the wonderful creations that your Father in Heaven has
given you.
By no fault of your own, my son. Daddy is away from you. But always remember _ this... Daddy is with you every step of the way. Praying for you as your Father in
Heaven is watchïng you.
I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL.
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE DADDY'S LITTLE MAN. top Ink Spot Ink Spot, A little short beautiful black firecracker of a sista.
When she was a baby, mom would put her in the middle of the bed,
and she look just like a Ink Spot.
Ink Spot got lost in the mist of worldly adventures, so I had to
bring it back with, Inker Spotter. HA! HA! HA!
No matter which way you say it, it's still my Little Sista- S
he's a year behind me, but she's still Little Sista.
Jerminda Cox is her name,.. She might tell you Jerminda Lynn Cox.
She got Lynn from standing in the mirror, when we where riding in
Bartram Village projects.
Lynn, I guess she thought she looked cute and Lynn came to mind.
She was good for reinventing herself. Back then I thought she was
trying to be cute. It was just part of her womanly ways.
Inkspot. yeah that's my little sista, and I love her, üke I love
cooked food!!! Plus some.
We were close as children. Use to fight and argue alot but friends
again in a matter of minutes. To be honest I can't remember any
major arguments or fights.
I remember when she got her lady visitor. Halloween late 80's, Ruby
St. Sorry Sista, HA! HA! HA!
She already thought she was grown, now this confirmed womanhood.
Now I got to go to the store and buy two boxes. No big deal.
Inker spoter. yeah that's my Little Sista.. And sometime my big
Sista. Yeah big Bro. need help to.
Little Short hippy Sista...When she use to be mom, she was called
minnie Jenny. Our mom's name is Genesis. People call her Jenny.
Ink spot, ain't take no mess. And ain't have no problem speaking
her mind in a heart beat if not sooner. And had the skills to back
it up.
Ink Spot, from here to the end of time, t will forever Love you.
You my twin in Heart, Spirit, and Soul...We one.
All credit goes to mom, because she did a hellvajob. Ink Spot
it's all about you.
Keep your head high Little Sista, and don't let nothing that is
Not for you interfere with your journey.
Bullet Proof Love, your love is my love. Love you forever By
Jermot Cox top
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