This one is not as literal as it sounds. I swear. But if you want it to be as literal as it sounds then go ahead. Take it there.

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Looking at my pretty pink lips
While you discreetly unzip
The pathway to God’s creation
Focusing on the “O” in my words
That’s making you conflict
While the time shifts

And your heart skips
And falls into abyss
Where me and you could never exist
I resist
And you
Pull out
From this.

–

Thank you. (find) Peace.

Poetry

I wrote this around the time Megan Williams was brutally attacked but I only had it over on my MySpace. It’s kind of heavy so to all the light weights, beware. Here it is…again…enjoy!

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I couldn’t believe they had tortured her body
Tried to destroy her soul
My stomach felt sick
Thinking how could they do this
And my hands got way too cold
I wanted to cry for her pain
Lord knows that it was there
When they cursed her out saying
She deserved it while pulling out her nigger hair
This shit ain’t fair
But it never was
Hating our existence
All just because
the colour of our skin was just too dark
And from that moment on our bodies were marked
Our lips were too fat, our backs too strong
It just didn’t seem natural
With us something had to be wrong
God must have fucked up when he made us right?
Because civilized beings could not be born with eyes so bright
A thousand deaths and not one “we’re sorry”
And when they get the perfect chance
Their backs are turned
Are you feeling justified?
Hardly
But it’s 2007 and still she was branded
An animal with no rights
America’s been caught red handed
But still we must fight for the brutality and anguish
A million tears and one wish
That has yet to be granted
I wanted to cry
As I wondered why
They could so easily
Abuse her knowing that
It could have very well been me

That’s my word.
Peace

Poetry

When the pen strays away from the paper, the paper says, “what the eff is your problem?” The pen responds, “nothing, I’m just not ready for the kind of space you’re willing to give me.”

Bic me up ’cause I mead you.

Peace.

Poetry

I have so many incomplete thoughts.
Ideas I didn’t finish writing down.
Half way poems.
Stuck trying to find the right verb or noun.
Random happenings,
Important at the time.
After retracing my steps I still can’t find the next line…

–

In case you didn’t realize, that’s the end. Re-read if you didn’t get the point.

Peace.

Poetry

And tears fall like rain water.
And smiles spread like butter.
And heartache pains like a killer.
 
Ignorance breeds neglect.
Love discourages greed.
 
And time flies like shit hitting a fan.
And the dust settles in my stomach.
And life contemplates death.
 
Integrity is mine.
Peace swims in the deepest oceans.
 
And roads break apart.
And hate subsides.
And light opens my eyes.
 
Fear denigrates progress.
Rejection motivates doubt.
 
And I am alive.
And you are alive.
And patience is alive.
 
This is my thesis statement.

Peace.

Poetry

When the world pushes you into a corner, you don’t wonder about how bad it will hurt, you push back. I’ve been learning that. Through every failed test, and ball dropped. Through every dumbass comment someone has made towards me. I’m learning. Sometimes surrendering feels like the easiest way out, but as reality would prove giving in is a great way to short change yourself. I’ve had the great pleasure of meeting and keeping in touch with a couple of people who have motivated my strength to flourish. One in particular, who I will continue to leave unnamed and only sprinkle into my writing every now and then. There are others, whom I won’t name for now mainly because this is not the point. But what I’m trying to say it I’ve been afraid to fail for a long time and most times I just fantasized rather than trying. Now I’m feeling like the worst thing that can happen is that nothing happens at all.

Bottom line: I have to follow my fear to see how far I can go.

Some people bungee jump, others rock climb. I choose to write. To me that’s scary and dangerous enough. Physical challenges aren’t as daunting to me as emotional ones.

This piece I wrote years ago and never dared to show even my best friend what I wrote. Things change, and I’m happy about that.

When Pop dies I will cry
because I knew him that well
Wish he didn’t slip and fall
right into that crack hell
Promised to stay strong and keep us on the path
But he’s weak now
Couldn’t handle the pressure
I hate having to look back
Makes me sad to see what he once was
My father, my dad
I loved him just because
He made it fun, we had our laughs
Those times I’ll never forget
The many times I begged my mom, “please don’t pick us up just yet”
He wasn’t always the greatest
but for the most part, he had my back
To see what happened when he fell apart
tore my heart in two
I wished he said no, held his head
and not let the streets run through
My brother got the worst of it
baseball was their life
Now the bases are empty, he just got his last strike
And I’m left in the stands wondering where the hell he went
Fuck. He’s trapped in a pipe
Will he get out of it?
I cry as I write because it just wasn’t fair
You smoked that shit, got hooked and didn’t care
What did you think bringing them hoes into our place?!
It wasn’t cool, but you’re lifted now
I can see it in your face.

I’ve seen you out there in the street
Maybe a time or two
Would you even recognize me if I walked right up to you?
But I kept on going
Turned my had in fear
You don’t even know how close you were to seeing my tears
Now I block it out and let it sit in a place I rarely go
But just for tonight I eased the door to let my mind flow
Will I ever forgive you?
That, I don’t know
I’m still hurt by how easily you could say goodbye to our home.

Peace.

Poetry

Someone must have told you that it would be that easy
Hollering out some obscenities
something that would cheese me
I don’t know who told you that all women are objects
and this ain’t about the hood, the ghetto or projects
I’ve seen white collared men do the same thing
Even in a suit jacket, button down and blinged out wedding ring

Well let me tell you something…

Today wasn’t the first time I’ve been assaulted in a parking lot
Some young dudes tried to holler, “ayo shorty come here, I wanna see what you got!”
Oh really that’s it?
Crystal that’s not so bad
Don’t fucking patronize me
‘Cause when your daughter comes home
swings the door open and yells, “DAD!”
maybe then you should tell her
Hunny, it will get a lot worse
guys might try to grab you
twist your arms till it hurts
let her know too that she got off easy
’cause next time it might be her boyfriend
raising his hand yelling, “BITCH be easy!”
If she doesn’t get it then
let her know at least it wasn’t dark
what can’t be seen in the night time
can be taken advantage of near the park
have her bent up in a garbage can
with the rest of yesterday’s trash
remember it wasn’t that serious
You can’t be serious mannn

When’s the last time someone walked up to you like they already owned you
Fuck it, ’cause I refuse to know my place
Ladies you can get out of the zone too
So don’t call out some name that never belonged to me
Your smile is still lame
I can tell you are a phony
I’m putting this on front street
and you should be embarrassed
Karma is the realest shit
one day you may have a daughter you cherish.

That’s my word.
Peace.

Poetry

I was a little skeptical that this format wouldn’t work since it’s one huge paragraph (on Facebook) ,which might make it hard to follow. I was told that before so I decided to break it up. Hopefully I haven’t lost the energy I had when it was written. But then I figured if the point wasn’t caught the first time people could re-read anything they missed.

This is just a run on with no breaks no stopping so just come on
I had so many thoughts today, but I just had to write this one down
So for now read the words and realize that it’s never-ending like the story
Now really what’s the story
Behind all the secrecies false impressions and indecencies
Please believe
I really had to do it like this so you could be anticipating like Christmas eve
I knew the evil we’ve created would one day degrade the
Good intentions of those passed to make us insensitive
We rarely speak in full sentences
Half-ass telling the story that’s why we’re living under false pretences
Who knows what really is
The reason men cheat and women try to mend his shit
Possibly the conversations not had are really what diminishes
Any chance of one day us all living peacefully
But we have to take a risk like were playing in traffic
And see if we can dodge the car before our heart gets smashed in

Out on a limb ain’t so bad if we know how to fly
That’s what truly happens when you open your mind, so don’t ask why
Just do and know that your actions affect another
My brother when’s the last time you laid on top of the covers
Asked her what she’s thinking
Really listened to discover
The way she made your food reflected how well you treated her
She skipped out on the gravy because lately you’ve been acting like you’re through needing her
What’s eating her?
What’s eating you?
You’re both starving and your hearts are no longer beating to
The rhythm of the passion that resides in your eyes
I’m not surprised
That the love could fizzle out
Walking around acting like it’s the other one who wants out
I highly doubt
That she’ll really ride this one out
No more fresh bread on Sundays ’cause the flours out
Should’ve listened like you’d never hear again
Should’ve untwisted that crooked line
Made her feel like without her you could never breath again
But even then
She welcomed your absence when she too lost interest
And she adored your lies
Gave her opportunity to find out who the new mail man is
Where he came from didn’t matter ’cause he listened real well
So he got fresh bacon on the days when you were somewhere else
It’s funny how life could take a new direction
Start a new story
Expose new reflections
After all this, what is the lesson?
If you’ve got a good woman when you look into her eyes
Mean what you say
And at the end of the day the bread won’t be the only thing to rise.

Sexual or mental, it could go either way, just depends on where you’re head is at the time you read this.

That’s my word.
Peace.

Poetry

I’m at work thinking about how I never posted this and wondering why I didn’t. I guess it’s because it wasn’t finished to my liking and I never like to post anything that I don’t feel 100 about. But I reconsidered and figured you guys will let me know if I need to go back and revise my words. Plus vulnerability is at the heart of writing so I’ll take the plunge today.

Like some of you these are not my experiences, but I’ve definitely seen parts of it from the women around me. People always tell you that there are two sides to every story. Some had to learn the hard way that there are three.

Mine. His. And hers.

MINE:

The picture was so so perfect
The way you made me feel
Like you deserved it
My love, yes boy, you had earned it
Woke up with a smile
‘Cause you had put me to sleep so many times
I was your worship
Yes, it was perfect
Bragging to my girls about the man you had become
So proud to say he’s mine
Nobody had him once
‘Cause I had him all the time
Loving cloud nine and how it blinded my vision
When your phone rang private and you said wrong number
Damn right I believed it
I don’t know when it switched and the fog broke up
I guess when I heard you on the phone
Saying baby don’t go, I just want your love
I denied it at first
Then I blamed myself
I wanted to blame her
But now I know it was you and no one else
Surprisingly I didn’t freak out
When I called back her number
I didn’t even drop the phone
When she answered, “baby are you coming back over?”
I must admit my heart sank when she thought I was you
I paused for two seconds
Then proceeded to get to know her

HERS:

I can hear her voice anxiously telling you baby come home
She’s on the phone and she’s crying because it’s you that she owns
And the worst part of it all
Is that you were mine for tonight
But I just thought you might
Get to be mine more than twice
And I know I shouldn’t have let you slip deep into my love
But one smile is all it took
Your scent was all I was thinking of
Now comes the part where I get to feel her pain
Because you’re about to wake me out my sleep and tell me you have to leave this place again
You’ve become my temporary mistake
But I wish that you would stay
‘Cause I’d rather hold you for a moment
And be wrong together
Than let go of you for good and be right forever
However
It’s been your pleasure
Not my pain that got the best of me
Even though the rest of me hesitated
Damn
I guess it’s best you leave
I shouldn’t have touched you in a way that would get me addicted
I should have listened and backed away when you said I was just your mistress
Instead I begged you to stay
While knowing what I was risking
You’re my temporary mistake
With your love I get lifted

I’m still working on HIS…sorry.

Peace.

Poetry

Consolidating time frames  
With pictures of me writing   
Showering you with mind numbing instances   
Of me infectiously reciting   
The last of a dying breed   
Lord hold me steady   
I’m trying to make it half full   
But the battle I’m slowly regretting  
Dissipating logic overrun by malicious tyrants  
Hoping to explode a little light on what’s already nighting   
Worn out obligations to a generation that is worthless   
Denying any chance of doing right by the birthless   
Blaming trespasses on those who came before   
Building perimeters around what is now yours   
Forgetting that your arrival was not on purpose   
Replacing the truthful stories with a strong lineage of white purses   
Hiroshima couldn’t clean out the thoughts of treason   
Bring back internment camps, gas chambers, and Jim Crow reason   
A fragmented ideal that came from one nation   
Touched a million lives   
Defined a me or you creation   
Insidious thoughts put down on LPs and CDs   
I call it Hip Hop   
We live slow and die free   
Tiny holes in the memory of a child left alone   
Creating the desire to look outside   
Refraining from what is condoned   
Internalizing notions of purity and power   
The end is drawing near   
Don’t let your sanity be devoured   
During the final hour we’ll all have our chance   
To be forgiven for the wrong doings   
Savour the last dance

That’s my word.
Peace.

Poetry