My Last Will and Testament

I, LaShaye Jones, being of sound mind and body, hereby establish my last will and testament. I hereby revoke, cancel and annul all wills and codicils previously made by me either jointly or separately. I declare that I am of legal age to make this will and of sound mind and that this last will and testament expresses my wishes without undue influence or duress.

To my loving mother, who I cherish so dearly, I leave her with a sense of peace to go on although her life can no longer be shared with me. I can’t leave this world not letting her know how appreciative I am of the many qualities she’s instilled in me. She gave me hope and when my spirit flies away from this earth I want her to continue to keep the hope alive.

To my dear loving husband, TaRico Jones, I leave my heart. He’s taken care of it since the day we met, and I wouldn’t leave it in the hands of anyone else. I believe he took pride in our relationship and did what he felt was necessary to show his love for me. They say “until death do us part”, huh? I feel as though our lives were well spent together. You no longer have to worry, for I’m in a better place.

Hometown of the Low Downs

Menace to societies,
Segregation, poverty
Killing one another
Over their own property

The crime in this place
Is the first in the race
Passing the baton
We’re winning this relay

Betrayal and distrust
The main reason we fuss
How much more can we take?
It’s getting worse with each day

Children killing parents
And vice versa
You see a lady on the street
But still don’t help her

Guns in the schools
They thinking ‘bout making this a rule
But they’ll be a fool
Because guns aren’t cool

In violence, we’re the worst
In music, the best
We won’t have peace
Until Memphis is at rest

God’s Tears Done Finally Froze (An African American Folktale that I wrote)

Wandebe, a middle-aged African male, was very wealthy. He had all the riches anyone could ever want, and he had a family to share it with. Wandebe could’ve afforded anything he wanted in life, but one day he lost everything he and his family had.

The weather had been constantly changing. Two months ago there was a drought, last week there was a rainstorm, and now the ground was covered in snow. Wandebe and his family struggled to find warmth in the below thirty temperatures. His wife Naydene had just finished making supper, and now they were gathered around the fire pit preparing to eat. The two children cuddled under their mother’s wings, when the youngest of the girls peeked through the window of their small hut, saying “Mother, Why is the ground covered in snow?”

The mother couldn’t answer her daughter’s question, but remained thinking upon the answer. There had been no snow in years, why was it snowing now? She thought.

Least and Favorite Foods

Although I love to pull into the Taco Bell drive- thru and order a Number 6 with two extra tacos, my favorite fast food restaurant is McDonalds. I always find my satisfaction in two hot n’ spicy chicken sandwiches, a large fry, and a sweet tea. For dessert, I can never go wrong with two freshly baked apple pies and an Oreo Cookie McFlurry. I’ve been in love with McFlurrys since birth. My mother ate them while she was pregnant with me, and after I was conceived I guess eating McFlurrys became one of my many bad habits. Every bite feels like heaven. Sometimes I even scrape the cup to get the very last drop of ice cream- Sounds fat I know.

My least favorite fast food restaurant is Church’s, the home of the chicken. Now that seems unusual for a person who eats chicken almost every day of their life. Everything on their menu, with the exception of the chicken strips, makes me feel like I’m gaining fifty pounds with every bite. Sometimes I think their chicken is over processed and contains a lot of greases that are harmful to my body. They also serve their biscuits cold and as hard as a hammer. I prefer biscuits that melt in my mouth not break my teeth. I’m a huge fan of food, so I notice when there is something, and I definitely find fault in the sewage they serve us.

Life is like a Notebook

Life is like a notebook.
You scribble on some pages,
play tic- tac- toe on others.
You sometimes write poems
or stories about that special lover.

There are hearts, smiley faces,
x's and o's.
But the way you feel,
only your notebook knows.

You write about your relationships,
the good,the bad, and the ugly.
You doodle his name and yours.
Proud to call him your own,
you feel so lucky.

You reread the things you wrote,
stare at them with awe.
Never leave your memories behind,
nor forget the things you saw.

Life is like a notebook.

Mouth of Mine Wordle

Mouth of Mine

You must be respectful to everyone I meet
Make sure you smile at them when I greet
and Always remember it's impolite to stay open when I eat

Learn to speak good of all people,
no matter how sweet, no matter how evil

Say my grace as I bow my head,
Kiss my mommy goodnight before I go to bed

Don't get me into trouble anymore at school
sometimes it's good to be quiet-Dont be so cruel.

If you don't have anything nice to say
don't say it at all,
and be sure to answer when God calls.