Dear Black Girl
I am Sorry
That from girlhood you are not
taught to see
The Beauty in Ebony
Or to realize that the stars are
only seen
With the inkiest skies
And by Year One
You are tucked into a Guerilla
Warfare.
How to avoid jests
From the best of fair critics
Calling the bluff at your skin tone.
How your Lips are some what large
And how your career is in shaking your *** on TV 5 years to come.
How you have to be compared with the lighter skinned girls
Or how you stared many times at the bleaching cream
BUT "YOU ARE PRETTY FOR A BLACK GIRL"
Don't let them define you by the melanin
The one in your Skin
Cos you don't have to be a ******
To make Heaven.
So by your teenage years
You feel you are the PLAN B
of the Black Kings
They only plan to *** you
And leave you
YOU ARE BLACK
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
So smile
Hold your head up high
Like they say
Black Don't Crack.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may **** me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I riseup from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
My Low Heart is Encrypted in Gold
Your Love is my Pen
I take your speech and write it Bold
You lay over there trying to Learn
Why I feel so glad that I am Sad
Speechless
Like red flags in your Cold War
But I am locked in a War Room
I am still down here Dreaming
My mirror talks back to me Am I Dreaming?
I lay awake all night
Sad as rain in Summer
staring at the light
trying to find your gate
I find you staring profusely
dreaming in breathing out
you have pushed me to the wall
Oops they say I am psychic
but all I have within me is fantastic
but my tears fill up your room
God help me get this through
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
the sound from the 00s in my mind
the dream I had when I left my past behind
and used my hands to write those lines
you see the frown on my face wrinkle to great rhymes
kinda what dr dre did on the chronic
i did mine in these days you see i am iconic
I WORKED PUT IN MY SOUL TO THIS NONE OF YOU SAW ME
COMING
ALL YOU SAW WAS ME CUMING
AND NOW YOU TRYIN NA DIS?
Now I am only making the highlights
shining with the stars ULTRALIGHT
I am in the sun watch out for my BEAM
ONCE I WAS 17 years Old
But Now I am in the Limelight cos I rhyme Tight.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
The Day I find you is peace
My heart will circulate with Joy
So much for sorrow and Chalice
That keeps me from being played like a Toy
I feel childish whenever you stare at me
your tall frame compliments mine as we both smile
I feel a sense of pride, your aura is a family
to the secret lily your rose made from a mile.
The ribs God broke out of me fits in you so well
and your hands never tire of letting me hold them .
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
The Unpleasant breeze welcomes Lakunle
Invites the harsh winds to him Unluckily
He shrugs repeatedly accepting fate
Mosquito bites and the next day's date
Wakes him up to ruble again in pain
confused about the little he has to gain
Aiyetoro
He his challenges by is toothless smile
to turn the hands of time and set a mile
a mile of records that will break the chains
The poverty chains of which he grew with on these plains
trying to understand the Life he has
going to sleep every night with an empty stomach with gas
empty gas.........
Aiyetoro
The journey began
He ran
Away from home
To find a new zone of his own
picked by a wanderer
they wandered together
He still wonders what happened to Wanda
He flew to Rwanda
He went back to Aiyetoro
The empty results
The wasted years
The Unanswered Questions
The Grey Hairs
The Recklessness
The Life of Aiyetoro
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
Rhyme, Rhyme a Dime
A Music Poise, a fist of Blood
The fire of the Hot heat
Time, Time time after time
Your Red Love strikes me like a Sword
The Smoke of red
The Power of Gold Rust
The Engine starts on time
The Break stops
The keys you hold are Red
The Power of the Car leads my Skin to Dust.
My Heart Bleeds Red, but God. . . . . . . . .
I wish I Knew
I wish I Knew
You were the Gasoline
The Power behind the Fire
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:18 AM UTC
You Envy Me When I Smile
Can you take a Journey to Nile
To go the Extra Mile
......................
I Shiver when you pass by
But You Keep Grinning why?
So much shy in your sky
..................
But I am Curious
Curious to know why you're so Serious
In a bit I feel you are a Genius
You hide that Language so well
Your body speaks in words I can tell
You different moves rings a bell
Like an Ocean fell into a Well
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC