Light the Mic
by Lori F Thomasson
Broken glass dreams and crumbled visions
Memoirs from men whose decision is to love darkness
Love night
Rather than the Light that has come into this world
Men hate the Light because it exposes their evil deeds
And judgment now swallows those whose foolishness supersedes
the pleads and calling of the Anointed One
The Only Begotten Son
One day they gon' wanna come
But will it be too late
By their own choosing will eternal darkness seal their fate
Minds rebate hearts filled with hate abominations and decay
Run to the Light Carol Ann
Damn the Light they say
I got stuff to do today
I gotta smoke trees and drink 'cause I'm on the brink
And I'm going through and I
got some more lying that I got to do
Some more crying that I got to do
Some more dying that I got to do
Ain't got time to think about you or your God aight
I'm enjoying the darkness
Get out
And turn off that Light
Light has come into this world
But men won't let go of the evil within
Even the ones who say they've been cleansed of their sins
The Born Agains
And like Michael Jackson hid his hand behind a glitter glove
They try to hide like Adam in the garden from the One above
Talking about you stepping in the name of love
But let the truth be told you're really stepping on hot coals
Playing Russian roulette with your souls
Neither hot nor cold
Luke warm lovers
Church brothers hiding lust from other church brothers
Still turning single Black women into single Black mothers
Pressed church girl saying she's praying for a man
Says she knows it's God's plan
But she still measures the depth of her love
By the size of her men's feet and hands
Still trying to get attention from Mac and her breasts
aka the twins
But it's time to let slavery end and there's no win without a fight
And there's freedom in the light
And even though I know some souls will die
Not mine
I'll Light the Mic for Christ
And my mic sounds nice
And I pray that my spoken word be spoken life
To pierce your soul spirit joint and marrow
Like a razor-sharp knife
To cut out that thing that keeps you at arm’s length from Him
'Cause I'm sick and tired of sin
And double-minded men
Living like hell and thinking they're gon' get in
Heaven ain't no trash bin
I Light the Mic for Christ
'Cause He saved my life
From the beginning He called my name
When I got shot at and bullets fired past my head like flames
When I gapped my legs for money and didn't catch AIDS
When I got strangled in a hotel and didn't go to the grave
I Light the mic for Christ 'cause I got a new name
It used to be ghetto Mary Magdalene
Crackhead ho
And now it's beloved daughter of the Most High God
So Beautiful
I Light the mic for Christ and I bear good fruit
I'm anointed and filled with His Spirit
From the soles of my feet up to my nappy roots
To deliver His Truth With a sword in my mouth
Facing eastward westward north and south
And while you're sitting there trying to figure that one out
Peace
I'm out
He Kept Going Monologue Written by Lori F Thomasson
(To be performed by a young woman)
When I woke up this morning I felt beautiful For the first time in a long time I was consciously aware of my beauty, and I acknowledged it. Not just pretty, you know what I mean? But Beautiful I looked in the mirror and thought, “Wow!” I am here I made it through high school And here I am in college I don’t even know how I got accepted But here I am, and I’m beautiful That’s how I felt This morning My friends and I were so excited We’d been planning to go to this party For weeks My student refund check finally came in Hair, check, nails, check, outfit, check I was ready But more than that He was going to be there And he was expecting to see me Me a freshman And I felt so beautiful Things are a little fuzzy now I remember talking to my friends on the phone I remember calling my mom before I left for the party “Have fun!” she said, “Be safe.” She said something else too; what was it again? I can’t remember I wish I could remember I wish I could forget My friends and I were having so much fun dancing and laughing And trying hard not to look like freshmen
Then I saw him
He was walking towards me
Smiling and looking right at me
It was like a movie
I think I stopped breathing for a couple of seconds
I wished I could stop breathing now
I wish I could close my eyes and
I wish I could start this whole day over and
I wish I never said hi when he spoke to me and
I wish I never bought this stupid outfit and
I wish I wasn’t beautiful
Because maybe he wouldn’t have looked at me
Maybe he wouldn’t have shown any interest at all
Maybe he wouldn’t have asked me to leave my friends at the party
Maybe he wouldn’t have asked me to just sit in his car and talk
Maybe he wouldn’t have kissed me
Maybe he wouldn’t have touched my body
Maybe he wouldn’t have…kept going when I said No
Maybe he wouldn’t have kept going when I yelled STOP!
Maybe he wouldn’t have kept going when I was screaming and hitting him
Maybe he wouldn’t have kept going when I cried
Maybe he wouldn’t have kept going when I stopped fighting
Because he was too damn strong
And maybe he wouldn’t have kept going when I suddenly felt anything but beautiful
If he knew that he was emptying out my very soul
Robbing me of the beauty that I felt just this morning
The value that had begun to grow inside me
My trust, my self-worth, my emotion
My passion for life, school, friends, and my future
My virginity, everything
Was being pounded out of me
Because he kept going.
BIO:
At age eight, Lori Thomasson created original stories and one-girl shows
entertaining her friends and family. By age ten, however, several traumatic events would silence her for the next 26 years. She kept her thoughts to herself during that time, penning them in poetry, songs, and prose. This native of Maryland, currently residing in Atlanta, Georgia, is settling into her new home and writing. Last month, Lori graduated from Full Sail University, earning her Bachelors in Fine Arts in Creative Writing. Lori Thomasson is the author of the poetry collection Filling the Cracks in My Head and the self-help guide Do One Thing: The 30-day Plan for Getting Unstuck and Living Your Purpose.
Lori Thomasson's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/iamlorifthomasson/
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