High School

A penned this after a recent conversation with one of my best friends whose high school age daughter and also my God-daughter has recently started dating.  I asked how he felt about it and whether or not he’d given the boy “the third degree.”

I was shocked when my friend admitted to having had no conversation with either or them adding that “he’s a good boy,” and “she’s a smart girl” so I have nothing to worry about.”


“Since when did being good and smart EVER have anything to do with teenage hormones?” I asked.  ” I know plently of good, smart kids who wound up with babies and STD’s and so do you.”

“You know ____.  She’s smart like you were back then.  She’ll be fine,”  He said.

“It’s amazing how the passing of time can cloud people’s memories,” I responded. “Perhaps you have forgotten all the dumb mistakes we made back then and we were also good and smart?”

So this is for all the GOOD and SMART kids out there.  It’s a gentle reminder to consider your true motive for dating in high school and think about whether or not that time might be better spent on You.  I remember my senior year of high school and my friends and I elected to “date seriously.”  It was the worst year of our high school lives.  Prior to that my friend and I were happy go lucky teens who pretty much did whatever we wanted to do.  Dating complicated our lives and had us making decisions based on what other people wanted rather than what we wanted.  We were both academically smart, morally good, socially adept, and datingly STUPID! OMG were we STUPID!

Fortunately, because we were smart we eventually woke up, but not before some serious damage was done, to one of us more than the other. Now I realize this is not everyone’s story and there is a lot more to it that I could tell, however what I encourage teens I come across is to strongly consider forgoing dating at least until you are finished with college or close to it. You already have a lot you need to think about when it comes to making your dreams come true.  You don’t need any potential derailments or threats to achieving those dreams. It’s hard enough making decisions about YOU, so why complicate it by adding someone else’s desires concerning you to that mix?

I know some of you are going to say that you met your soulmate in high school, got married, and are still together 30 years later.  In fact I know a couple like that but even they have admitted to encouraging their kids to “not do that.”

So those are my thoughts.  I’d love to hear yours.  The poem is free to share and distribute to all the high schoolers in your world.-Lena




Figure it Out by Lena Fields-Arnold

i'm gonna be honest if you have treated me badly

Relationships are a natural part of life.  As humans we are built for them.  Sometimes however  they go off center.  Many times for reasons unknown and not even because we have done anything other than be ourselves.  It hurts when you give friendships, and relationships your all only to be bitten.  Most of the time we work hard to reconcile them.  To find some meaning behind the sting.

But, do we ask the bee why it stung us?  Do we question the wasps?  Do we interrogate the adders?

So this piece was written after being unexpectedly stung by someone I thought was a friend.  Being so blindsided it made me wonder, “Is this person really my friend, or is this a one sided relationship?”  I had a decision to make.  Try to find out why the person stung me and try to repair the breach.  OR-put salve on the injury and stay away from the bee.  What are your thoughts?

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Happy President’s Day

white house

The White House

Your door is shut against my tightened face,

I am sharp as steel with discontent;

Yet I possess the courage and the grace

To bear my anger proudly and unbent.

The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,

A chafing savage, down the decent street;

And passion rends my vitals as I pass,

Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass,

Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour,

Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw,

And find in it the superhuman power

To hold me to the letter of your law!

Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate

Against the potent poison of your hate.

Claude McKay (1890-1948)

obama family

The White House

Your door is open wide to my ecstatic face,

I am happy as a lark with great content;

I embody the spirit of courage and grace

To bear my newfound crosses without repent.

The pavement slabs welcome my shod feet,

A cool water flows on the burning hot street;

And restrained passion fills my heart as I laugh,

To see your open doors of wood and glass,

Oh, and I will pray for wisdom every hour,

Where deep in my grateful bosom to God I call,

And find in it the superhuman power

To revise the letter of the law!

Oh, I must keep my heart in constant grace

If I am to win this race.

Lena Arnold (1966-)

Penned upon the Day Barack Obama won the Presidential Election


November 4, 2008

I cry today for things endured

For brave battles fought

And for victories yet unsecured

For conquests hard won

I weep now for the women like me

Discarded and placed

On the bottom of the heap

I weep today for those

Full of sorrows

And for those who

Never believed

In better tomorrow’s

And though there are battles

Still to be fought

And wars from which

We’ve yet to prevail

I still weep

Because today I see

With my own eyes

What I never thought I’d see

A man in the White House

Who looks like me

by Lena Arnold

NOTE: These poems are not intended to be political or to confirm nor disavow my personal political affiliations. Rather they are intended to be inspirational and encourage us all to remember that God does not care about color, or race, but that He does care about each of us personally.  Barack Obama being elected is a constant reminder that there is still hope for our country and stands as a testament that perhaps we are not as divided as those who spew hate would like us to believe.  Because now, people of color can truly proclaim the words Happy Presidents Day! God bless you all today.-Lena

Duotrope: Valuable Resource for Writers

I just learned about this valuable resource for writers.  I will be starting my free trial today and periodically posting how it has been working for me.  Reviews seem really good.  They have been around since 2005. If you are a writer consider checking them out.

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Poetic Tribute to Martin Luther King Jr.

Martin’s Quest

Oh faithful man who would not bow under

the cruel crushing hand of the enemy.

Though long you suffered, still privy to know,

the coming defeat of his foul cruelty.

Feeling deeply within your heart the call

of God’s men who as slaughtered lambs faithful;

did envision the day of Jim Crow’s fall,

urging you to press forward standing tall.

Hearing God say, “March on my dear son.”

Hearing God say, “Press on my people.”

Halls of Lady Justice echoed loudly,

with the shrill cries of dark earth’s hunted men.

Faces of amoral men look proudly,

disbelieving their cruel reign must now end.

The proud though, never give up nor give in.

Against the Divine they fail to desist.

Hatred as their friend—-yielding to its sin.

Evil in their heart—refuse to resist.

Did you o’ faithful one envision this;

When on the mountaintop you stood and said,

“Free at last.” True freedom your lips did kiss.

Till they found subtle ways to kill us dead!

Even now God is still to us saying.

“March on my dear sons and my dear daughters.

Press on my people. Press on my people.

by Lena Fields-Arnold

From the Book Strong Black Coffee: Poetry and Prose to Enlighten, Encourage, and Entertain Americans of African Descent



Cigarette PIMP

by Lena Arnold Posted 1/14/2019/(C) 2007

Image Courtesy of Truth Inside: https://www.truthinsideofyou.org


You though I was a punk!

You thought you could just

Pick me up


Put me down

Anytime you felt like it


I got my hooks in you,

Make you look like a fool

Make you jump through my hoops

Do what I tell you too.

If I say smoke

You do!

Boy I thought you knew!


You thought Crack was king!

Please Crack, Meth, Opiods ain’t got nothin’ on me

I’m the big P-I-M-P!

I kill more people in a day

Than they do in a year!

I destroy way more than alcohol.

I hook way more people than beer.


I’m the one who made that virgin a whore.

I don’t beat on ya

I’m not a gorilla

Mr. Butts created by Garry Trudeau for the comic strip Doonesbury

I ain’t gotta trunk ya

I sweet talk and finesse you

While I straight junk ya!

I’m that sneaky playa’

I lay with you once-make you think that you don’t want

me no more.

But I’m in your blood now

Before long, I know you’ll be back at my door

‘Cause I put something on ya!

Now you my whore

You gonna do what I say

‘cause I worked on your nerve endings

And burned the sensation of me right in ‘em

You can’t resist me

‘cause I make you feel so good

That you’re telling’ your friends about me

Come on

Send ‘em

I’ll trick them out too

Turn them into my whore

Just like I did you

Now git out there and turn a trick for me-fool!

Get out of your bed in the middle of the night and whore

for me-cool?

‘Cause now you my b-i-t-c-h!

Aw-was that too rough for ya?

Alright then w-i-t-c-h!

Yeah, you love me!

So we can keep having our fun.

And when I’m done

with you,

I’ll replace you

‘cause I’m like the Army

I’m always looking for a few good men

Or children

Oh yeah I like ‘em young!

I’m the original p-e-d-o-phile

I will straight up lie to you

While I make you smile

I want to be that cult that blood relations can’t see

Hide me from your parents

So they can’t help get you away from me

I’m gonna get in your pocket

Keep you broke

I’m going to block your veins

Till your heart choke

I’m a pimp you like Big Daddy

And ride you like a train

And make you believe that

you can’t ever get out of my game

I gotta do it!

I know I ain’t right?

I’m a devil,

a for real, deal parasite.

Who only exists to snuff out your life!

So warn your friends before they think of picking up me

That I am the original gangsta-the real P-I-M-P

Once you start to roll-ain’t no winning with me!

From the Book Scenes From the City:Poetic Pictures of Urban Life Available on Barnes & Nobles, Amazon, or wherever books are sold.