Trineka Greer

Trineka Greer's Poetry

Sporadic Jolts of Thought

allow me to breathe some knowledge in your ear
what i see as a pervading fallacy in my people is fear
willie lynch has done a good job i see
he has stripped camaraderie and love away from you and me
we have committed the only unforgivable sin
Black folk have become worshippers of white men
we are in total rebellion to our one and only God
this is why the struggles of life seem so hard
we think material things should be our ultimate goal
white folk do to that's why we got stolen
from Africa a place that most us don't even know about
so we walk around in confusion always in doubt
and rightly so, we don't know our history or our culture
but if we open our eyes we would see that it is being used by vultures
you must excuse me while i digress
my conscious is in such a mess
i too must do battle with this confusion or will die
you see that formation in the middle is the opening of my third eye
the window to my soul that cannot be opened and closed at my leisure
the electromagnetic waves of thought are causing my brain to seizure
you see i am proud to be amerikka's greatest enemy
an African Womyn, of all people, reclaiming her identity

By: Mz. Trineka Greer
Copyright July 27, 1997

Third Eeye

spending her earnings on clothes, shoes, nails and hair
never investing in books to educate what's up there
on luck she's living day to day
not once getting on her knees to pray
disregarding the fact that her heart should be following the Lord
young girl gotta wake up one day cause sanity won't last when you live by the sword.
preoccupied with things that are superficial you see
always trying to change the outside
never concerned about her spirituality
always letting them close her third eye.
sex was just a game to her
playing russian roulette with men
never once did it occur
that to fornicate is to sin
in each encounter with a man love is what she sought
too bad she did not wake up in time because H-I-V is what she caught.
consumed with the pleasure of the flesh
running away from the pain burning deep inside
all the while leaving her true emotions a mess
continuing to close her third eye.
trying to have so much fun before she met her maker
never once did she consider that he might not want take her
eventually she realized that heaven was here on earth
but unfortunately she did not wake up until she was six feet beneath the dirt
before her death the young girl did not attempt to cry
because she was absorbed in the wonder of what she could see with her third eye.

About The Author

Trineka D. Greer was created by God and birthed by her mother on August 1, 1975 in East Saint Louis, Illinois. She has since lived in Houston, Texas, Cincinnati, Ohio and now resides in sunny San Diego, CA. She is a college junior majoring in Education and minoring in Africana Studies. She plans to pursue a career as a high school teacher. However her ultimate goal is to open a private academy catering to the needs of Black children. Ms. Greer feels as though poetry is a gift from God that she must share with the world. The poems featured are amongst her personal favorites. One of her poems, "Resurrection," is being published in a National Library of Poetry anthology called Priceless Treasures which will be out in March of 1998. She feels as though the purpose of her poetry is to facilitate the acknowledgment and understanding of one's self, one's community and one's spirit to bring forth positive change. Ms. Greer accredits her self awareness and mental stability to God and her mama, Mrs. Delores Renee Appleton.

Ms. Greer can be contacted via e-mail: Tgreer@encad.com