Afro-Pics and Pressing Combs (03/29/2020 @ 12:38 PM)

When I was young,
like five or so,
I worked an afro
so I’m told

I think I may have seen a pic
showing me so
An era of Black Power
and Panthers mottos

When we Black
shaking the shackles
of the south off our backs
When Black Power
meant something

Image was everything
to our community
I was too young to
understand the relevance

As I grew, I met a pressing comb
A symbol of acceptance
For straight hair was in
and afros out

No one wanted
to be a picaninny
without a doubt,

So we straighten our hair
because this meant we fit
Fit in a society
skeptical of or intentions

A recycled era is now upon us
When nappy is happy
And hair is natural once again
No more perms or
Pressing combs to fit in

We love our hair as is
what it means to love ourselves
And now we know the
relevance of natural hair
And once again,
My afro-pic is the shit!


Author’s note: thank you for stopping by and giving this to read. Please know that I have no intention of telling anyone what to do with their hair or their body it is your prerogative. I am in no way trying to shame anyone that likes to straighten their hair, so I hope that no one takes offense.

Please continue to practice social distancing so you stay safe and healthy. The world would not be the same without you in it.

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

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Photos retrieved from Google’s Free Images Website

In My Feelings (05/02/2020 @ 2:50 AM)

Sometimes I stay in my feelings the whole day
For no other reason than bad moods in my way

Nobody did nothing to me to get this attitude
I just feel compelled to be mean, evil, and rude

It’s my prerogative to be how I wanna be
and I choose to be foul-mouthed and cantankerous
Whatever fits me, ya see

Some might say I’m being a bitch
but who are they to deflect
their feelings onto me?

They don’t know the roads I’ve traveled
or the places I’ve been
They can’t even begin to imagine
what it takes for me to win

So sometimes I just get in my feelings
I stay there until the winds
of indignation subsides,
letting up for me to enjoy my pride

I’ve been hustling my whole life
And being a hustler has little joy
to exude,

Like, it’s hard out here for a pimp
and who’s pimp game is stronger
than a woman that’s fought every day
to be what and who she is in society?

Every man knows he gets
his game from a woman,
so when that bitch gets atcha
sit yo tired ass down and take it

I don’t say bitch to be disrespectful
but it is what is
especially when it fits the situation
But I’m in my feelings today,
so it’s fine for me, okay…


Author’s Note: Thank you for stopping by and giving this a read. I really appreciate all of you and take your comments and suggestions to heart. You guys mean the world to me, that’s why it’s important to continue to practice social distancing to stay safe and healthy. This will soon pass and life will reconvene to something we used to know.

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

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Land of Bandits (04/30/2020 @ 9:24 PM)

I used to dream about becoming a millionaire,
but now all I dream about is getting some fresh air

Being able to leave my house without any fear,
but who can go outside without being scared

COVID-19 has turned us into a land of bandits
where no one is safe without a face masking

It’s like living in an old western movie,
being the bad guy;
eyes are the only things you see
The others I look upon
are bandits like me

I wonder if they smirk beneath covered faces,
or maybe smile in my direction
Who knows for I cannot tell
the eyes don’t dispel any secrets

How long will we have to dress
like old western bank robbers?
Wearing facial coverings looking
the part of the bandits we’re not

The real culprit is the Coronavirus
but is it taking any responsibility
for the things we’ve endured
just to be seen?

We are a land of bandits
We have no other choice
if we want to live, at least
until COVID-19 leaves us be


Author’s Note: Thank you for stopping by and taking a look-see. We are living in perilous times and for how long no one knows. Until there is a viable vaccine, stay home, stay safe, stay healthy. I’m rooting for mankind to kick this thing.

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

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My Universe… Destroyed (04/29/2020 @ 2:45 AM)

Today, my Universe met its maker
I destroyed all the heavily guarded secrets
that I hold close to my vest, like…

How time began
The fountain of youth
The Fibonacci Sequence
Oh, what a mess

The Illuminati, is no more
The cure for cancer, is gone
and the vaccine for COVID-19
now lost to the ether

How could I have let this happen?
I knew better and yet…
I did not listen
I forbade my common sense license
and now, these answers no longer exist

I could sit around hitting my head
on an unforgiving wall of plaster
but what would that solve
when I do not know the answers

My Universe… DESTROYED by me
because only an idiot
would keep all their eggs in one basket
and that idiot is me

You may wonder how one single-solitary
person did so much damage
Well, I’ll tell you how but
you must promise not to
leak this to the press

I’ll take your head nod as a
guarantee that this stays between you and me
Okay, I’m ma tell ya
I believe you to be trustworthy

Here it goes…
My Universe… was DESTROYED by yours truly
because I broke my flash drive
when I stopped my laptop computer
from hitting the floor!


Author’s Note: Thank you for stopping by and giving this a read. I laughed when I wrote this poem even though my heart has broken into a million little pieces, I am hopeful. I found a company that may be able to retrieve my data from my broken flash drive. Fingers crossed X

I hope you all are continuing to practice social distancing to stay safe and healthy.

Peace and Blessings – CVDavis

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In My World (11/12/1992 @ 1:36 PM)

In my world…
There is no hatred,
no prejudice,
just love –
just peace –

In my world…
We are all one
no colors,
no race,
just unity –
just us –

In my world…
The sun shines every day
no storms,
no hell,
just rainbows –
just flowers –
for all to see

In my world…
There is no hunger,
no famine,
no hopelessness,
no disease,
just rest –
just shelter –

In my world…
There’s no crime
no murders,
no gangs,
just adolescents –
just adults –
someone to care and love

(Please watch before reading on)

In my world…
There’s a God
who guides,
who loves,
who cares for us all

In my world…
There is utopia
perfection at its best

In my world…
Is where I long to stay
but one day I awoke,
and saw all I dreamt to be true
did not exist
Anywhere –
not at all
It was just my world…


Author’s Note: Thank you for stopping by and viewing another excerpt from my unpublished book Portrait of Words, which can be viewed in its entirety at

Please continue to practice social distancing, staying safe and healthy during these uncertain times. You are IMPORTANT, the world needs YOU!

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

© CV Davis – Author

Alone (02/25/2012)

I wake alone,
I sleep alone,
I think alone,
I am…

There are parts of me that wish I weren’t
But what am I to do
Wishing has not helped
Dreaming has not produced results
I suffer in silence at the bleakness before me,
And hope for a change…
…to come


Author’s Note: Thank you for stopping by and giving this a read. This poem comes from my unpublished book Portrait of Words, available in its entirety at https://wattpad/user/CVDavis. I also have two other books available through that platform.

I hope you and your family are staying safe and healthy, practicing good social distancing techniques so we can defuse this pandemic and return to our lives.

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

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The Rona Blues (04/25/2020 @ 11:05 AM)

I’m used to going outside
jumping in my car
and going wherever I like
to my job and seeing the world
People gazing
going to the store, shopping
and doing whatever comes to mind

Nowadays, all I see
are the confines of my home
from my bedroom,
to the bathroom,
to the living room,
and the kitchen
that’s all the space I have to roam

(Please watch the video before reading further – Thank You!)

I could go outside
but why risk my health
Is it worth it just for a small trip
to nowhere in particular or special
This damn Rona has turned us
all into agoraphobics involuntarily

How can something that appears
to be so inconsequential control
so much of me
With the fear and the risk of death
I must stay inside, period

This pandemic has been like
some weird version of The Wizard of Oz
Where we’re all looking for the wizard
to help save the day
and give us back our lives

But no such person exists
nor the world that was dreamt up
all we’re left with is our reality
and this fucking sucks!


Author’s Note: Well the theme for today is the Coronavirus Blues. This pandemic is taking its toll on the world by forcing quarantine measures to help flatten the curve of infection, but with that comes madness. Here’s my take on this situation. I hope you enjoy it.

Stay safe and healthy – You are important!

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

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Downsized World (04/23/2020 @ 6:42 PM)

All I see from my bedroom/office is a
a white picket fence with overgrown vines
and even more overgrown brush.

Until today,
I didn’t realize the vines have
pale-pink flowers growing out of them
I see rooftops and tall trees,
maybe maple and palms as tall as
skyscrapers and scarcely scattered about

The sky flowing beyond the rooftops
to some unknown location
It must be a secret it’s not sharing,
for I can only guess its destination

I hear distant sounds of lawnmowers going
and birds chirping happily as they flit by
The only thing that irks me more
then anything is that damn rooster
cock-a-doodle-doing every fucking morning,
and sometimes late in the evening

My dog and cat have conversations amongst themselves
The cat sings when she’s about to upchuck
and that’s her fair warning, her tale
Our dog barks at anything that crosses our doorway
even if it is on the street far away
I think she a good guard dog if this weren’t the case

My not so distant past contained so
much more mental stimulation
People, cars, buildings, and stars, and untethered locations,
but now my world has been downsized
to only what I can see and hear from my backyard

This must  be what an apocalypse feels like,
to be one of a handful of survivors to repopulate this world
but the gentle breeze reminds me
that there will be a world to return to one day,



Author’s Note: Thank you for stopping by and giving this a read. I’ve had a lot of time to sit and reflect, and this is what I came up with during my reflections. I hope you enjoy it.

Stay safe and healthy…

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

© CV Davis – Author

Now That We Must Say Goodbye (June 1997)

The time has come for us to part,
          To never speak in the physical sense again

There were so many things that I wanted to say,
          Yet, so many things I truly wanted to do

But time has grown nigh and there is no more what if; or
          Could of; or would of; to soothe the pain

For I must now let you take your final journey
     To your promise land alone
          Where peace and tranquility await your presence for

The time has come for me to say goodbye and wish you well
     I will miss you, for what it’s worth because now there is
          Emptiness I’ve never known

You were a part of my life at all times,
     Whether I realized it or not,
          You gave me a part of you to learn and develop from,
               And for this, I will be forever grateful for

Now that we must say goodbye,
     Until we meet again,
          I know that you are now safe and cared for

You will no longer feel Pain
     Nor Hunger
          Nor Stress
               Nor Defeat
                    Nor Anguish

Now that we must say goodbye,
     I will wait for you in my dreams,
          Where we will speak once more


This poem was written for my mother’s memorial service held July 7, 1997, at St. Mathew’s Missionary Baptist Church, 3129 San Pablo Avenue, Oakland, CA 94608
She passed away on June 25, 1997; I was 29 years old.

Rest in Heaven mom, you may be gone but you are never forgotten.

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

© CV Davis – Author

Help me Make Sense of Us (03/18/2012 @ 9:45 AM)

You say you spend hours thinking about us
But you never disclose your true feelings
You talk to me in innuendos and half-sentences
Never revealing their true meaning
You leave me wondering what’s to become of us

I wish I could plug into your mind
See what you think
How you feel
Is it infatuation or is it real?
I know what I know about me and what I think about you
But are those thoughts and feelings mutually true

You tell me not to worry everything is everything
You tell me I’m everything to you
I guess the more you feel the fewer words you say;
and the deeper the meaning
but in reality, it just leaves me more confused

I wish every day could be Christmas, so I’d get what I wanted
Then I wouldn’t spend hours a day wondering and frantic
About what you want or wish to be
Wondering how you really feel about me

Love is confusing and strange
Love strains my brain
It’s not supposed to be this complicated
It’s supposed to flow and mesh
And leave you elated

You say there’s nothing wrong with us and our thang
You say I overthink it too much
I say I can’t think enough to make it clear to me
I guess I should just relax and let it be
Because whatever it is;
will be, will be

I spend hours trying to decipher
what’s to become of us,
But nothing makes sense to me…


Author’s Note: Thank you for stopping by and giving this a read. This is yet another excerpt from my unpublished book Portrait of Words. You may view the book in its entirety at

Please stay safe and healthy

Peace and Blessings – CV Davis

© CV Davis – Author