Baby Its Cold Outside (The Poem)

Streets made U cold,
guess that is how U became that way. Hustling to get that money
so that U wont fall prey,
as U pray
for another chance,
to stay away
from it all.
I feel U.

That light switch,
that U use with ease,
playing games,
professional tease,
won’t keep U warm at night &
although I know that U know that,
it seems the flick of your finger,
is preventing U from experiencing
the light
of possibility.
I could be wrong.

yet illusions of momentary warmth,
justified & shoo’d away as random,
weight in hindsight.
Never risking the pleasure
of ‘every night’,
simply because U know
it’s something U would like,
dare I say, love &
it takes a selfless Soldier
to give into that fight.
That’s not U.
Is it?

Too distant & afraid to be held
by what is real,
dusting it off your shoulders,
like it is concealed,
when it has been revealed &
U see it.
I hear U.

Could swim for days
in depth that U pontificate,
turn that ice into release
as U allow him to regurgitate
how could U do that?
U could be safe & warm,
but like nostalgia,
won’t let go of that raft
so U float.

Despite the intensity
or shallow minds that
cant fathom coolness
lying inside of the heat.
The breeze
dipping & dodging,
running then kissing
naked souls
like the summer
turning into October.
The Heat
always melts
what is
Cold. – DD Wright



Shade by DD Wright


She protects him with her maternal instinct
although, his manly stature represents that He
protects her.
Tall & petite,
Chihuahua & Rottweiler
they give each other shade,
when it gets hot.
Cool she is not, he is,
she becomes.
It is the way that two become one
that illustrates
what many have attempted
to castrate.
True soulmates.
Neither him nor her are
him and her.
They represent US.

Knocked her & rocked her,
this world, too wide open
to shade her or engage her,
she protects hers.
Take her as she is or….
U know the rest,
at best, her pen
compensates her Twin.
That chic is unforgettable,
throwing shade to those
who try to forget her,
turning sunmer August days
into winter,
no one knows the depth
of her stare.
Not too many can get too close &
those who do she loves the most
but never foolishly.
She keeps her umbrella
ready for the rain,
not many can stand the brigade,
ready for heated debates,
her passion is retro, verbal shade,
like air, she will envelop your space,
if U rob her of her shade.
It keeps her warm at night.

He throws shade like a b-ball,
enticing U to make love on call &
when U fall,
the closeness extends down a hall,
that only an athlete can conquer.
His story reflects, what many
want to forget but could never.
Self made shade.
Moving sideways with a mission,
never incomplete,
U see, he uses shade to
defend his privacy.
Not too many can get too close &
those who do are the ones that he
loves the most yet
shades himself to protect her.
Get it?
Penetrated this world silently,
gave his all to his family &
they are shaded, best believe.
Shades his sorrow,
never leaves his hollow
shell, it is too deep.
His shade his honor,
feel me?
Do U comprehend shade
Metaphorically speaking,
shade shades vacancies
Undig that beautiful tragedy…-DD Wright




Blowing hard,
reaching all parts of one’s anatomy
a storm is brewing.
There is no shelter
beside His Arms,
invisible yet strong,
the trees bend with humility.
A force to be respected,
loud crackles,
danger seeming to escalate &
a breeze,
as believers fall to their knees.
The sun shines,
the trees stand,
roots unmoved as
the sky lights dance
with the clouds.
Makes me wonder,
I must be pretty tall in
this small frame,
blessed nonetheless,
as I quietly thank Him,
for carrying me through
what could have been my time
to say Goodbye.
Storms, silently regarded as negative,
make for beautiful endings,
when the end is visible.
Faith born from overcoming,
I never fear those on their way. – D.D. Wright