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Damaré M Oct 2013
The black woman
She's an antagonist at birth 
The oppressor is aware of her capabilities 
Yet, they value her worth 
Black men are in a phase of tranquility 
Yet to know that they are obligated to the original her...
The lady who was civilized first 

The black woman 
They failed to keep her safe 
She escaped the rapes
They tried to sterilize and vaccinate 
They couldn't sedate this woman with hate 

The black woman 
Mind sharp as a dart 
Back built like a cart 
Carry her youth through truth 
By words spoken from her heart 

The black woman 
She's everyone's favorite 
However she have been degraded 
So often times her smile growls 
Her laugh howls 
Funny how her cry is hysterical 
And her enjoyment is terrible 
Because she have been let down by her spouse 

The black woman 
The dark men owe her their respect 
She can use their caress 
They have to vow to never again neglect 

The black woman 
The creator 
Her creations are more than just labor 
It's a ****** of love 
A future king or queen being flung from in between 

The black woman 
The black woman
The black woman 

Check her demeanor 
Despite her distractions she is still determined 
Fighting through a handful of disasters that attempted to destroy her 
She came a long distance to be dismissed 
She is still devoted to her destiny 
But it is so difficult when her men volunteer to diminish 

The black woman 
The black woman is not a ***** so why do he dog her? 
Her body represents the best figure so why do he abuse it? 

The black woman 
It's amazing she keeps on giving them chances 
She turns to the other cheek and he slaps her again 
Only time he pay attention to her is in a discussion amongst friends 

The black woman 
How is it that she know the importance of a black man, but in favor he cannot comprehend? 
If it's not ****** relations he don't wanna relate 
And if he impregnate 
He miss every anniversary of the child's original date 

The black woman 
But... (Shaking my head)
The black man
Damaré M Oct 2013
My eyes dream a lot
Dot dot dot

I don't know why but my mind sing a lot
La la la

ITS ALL FAKE
I'm just caged into a phase that I cannot escape
Missing a few people that I cannot replace
Chasing a few others who's not in the race
But it's a tale of one girl that my mind is having a hard time to create
Is it that I can't relate?
Or is it that she's so real that I can't be awake?

I wish that she was mine, but my eyes are having a hard time
Everytime I blink I reset my connection
So I force my eyes to stay open, and I almost cry for reanimation
Then I look away, ...and there goes my elation

My diaphragm doesn't have any strength and my Adam's apple doesn't have any vibration

I usually can visualize, then harmonize upon divine relations
She's the only girl who can appear in my spaces
And make my mind and eyes go spacious
...just when I thought I was creative

I'm so tenacious, but my imagination is sedative
I don't know how my musical tongue became dumb
She's ideal to fantasize about and vocalize In regard to

My eyes are soft, but to paint the perfect loft, it's hard to
I try to stay on key but my lips are locked
I try to stay on beat, but when I hear the tap of her feet my heart drop

Why won't my unreality and melody write her a song?
Because it's only right if I wrote her a poem !
Damaré M Oct 2013
Only Sometimes
•Sometimes I whine 
When after all 
I'm just drunk on alcohol
And In reality I didn't get to lick her 
I didn't get to kiss her 
I thought adding apple pucker 
To my gin 
Will pretend to be her lips 
But it was only a sip 
•Sometimes I whine 
When it's time to unwind 
And I spritz perfume in the air
And through the midst of it all I realized
That the scent didn't come from off of her skin 

Sometimes I pout 
When I remember the way in which she denounced 
Leaving me to be without 
I don't know how to withhold 
When I'm alone 

So sometimes my mouth tremble 
When I have to settle 
I don't want to, but 
I'm trying to get better 

And sometimes I'm a grouch 
Excuse some of the things that blurt out of my mouth 
It's hard being compatible to the last resort 

Sometimes I beg 
"Please come back to put a end to my dread" 
I don't care if when I leave she feels mislead

Sometimes I'm sad
And to cover it up I brag 
Manipulating my hads to haves anyone who know the whole truth 
know that I'm a lie and a half 

Not all the time I have a way to cope 
Sometimes I can't try
Sometimes I just cry
Damaré M Oct 2013
She denied me bail
I wish I would've known this before I thought it was cool to be in jail 

Now the walls of the cell
Is like the flames of hell
Just because I advertised that life but I didn't even sell 
I wish I can snitch my way out of this but only time could tell
Only if your honor would've known my parents raised me well
But I just failed
Officers locked the door after me and to my knees I fell
Praying to my God who I bailed from 
Scared to read my children's mail 
Frightened that I'm painting the worse picture to scale 
Illustrating that the Afri-Can 
Can't 
Do nothing more than be held in restraint 
Now it's too late to step on the base 
They have me on tape 
And the judge says she'll never rule me safe 
I struck out 
With only away games
Because they're sending me place to place 
As if I have a barcode on me 
Or a serial number on my face 
Chaining us from ankle to ankle 
I feel like I'm a part of the only population of people who are declared as equal 
We all have the same attire and the same desire 
My voice means nothing in between these walls 
We can never come within the same harmony as the choir 
So I remain quiet 
I silence the perspectives my parents worked hard to acquire 
Within me it all expired 
All because I'm in denial 
Wanting to be someone else 
I realized that the guys who I idolized 
Still have their life, because from the beginning it was their life 
And I wasn't living mine 
It's funny how now I get the picture 

But until I die I will only be seen as a wallet size
Damaré M Oct 2013
Darling
Do you mind if my hands clutch your curvaceous margins?

Baby
Do you care if I get a slight taste of your gravy?

Honey
Would you allow me to put a little work into your comb? The deeper; the more you moan

I have a thing for your eyes
I'm attracted to your smile
I have a crush on your thighs
I like your hair
I'm attached to your laugh
I love when you are bare

Inside of your parenthesis says (ooh) (ahhh) (uh huh) and (grunts)
The subtitles of us making love
The rehearsal (foreplay) and role play
Kissing from bottom to top
Positioning from prop to prop
As I come down stage
I forgot my lines
So I improvise
Lick it from behind

This is graphic but I wouldn't label it ****
Because this is to adore
Our character's chemistry is
Action packed
Comedy
Dramatic
Romantic
Musical, for whoever in the other room
Touching, for whoever witness our groove
Inspiring, to the audience as we continue to perform while being tired

As we call for the last scene
Soon as you pass out
The buckling of my knees
The stage grow silent
The house applaud
We bow
The curtains fall

Everyone leaves
Then we work on the deleted scenes
Damaré M Oct 2013
The things that I do
The things for you
The things that I say
The things that I May
March, from the start until New Years Eve
June all the way to Spring
I've been falling for you like leaves
Every time the earth sneezes
"Achoo"
Hot; aren't you
August is flawless
April when the Maples are healthy and green
And the shade is colorful
The water stream sound wonderful
Lush platform is comfortable
As I stretch amongst you
We are damaging dandelions
Don't worry about timing
**** the Mayans
I'm steadily reminded by nature
That love is natural
It's been tested by my scientific method
Explains why we are naked
And I haven't even injected it
However we're still infected
Our immunity can't neglect it
So we're well rested
Without a bed, nor boards over our heads
Just grass and a quilt over the plants to spread
Sunlight appears bright onto your legs
While my arms assure you that I'm a man
Veins bulge when I hold you
I flex my chest to correct any other mammal who attempt to connect
Intense defense to secure my nest
I would sin to protect my den
My cavern
My burrow
My lair
A pack or pride of us created by our love and lust
I hope that you trust
That I will hunt
Provide
Reside
With no collision of our feelings
I do these things because I'm willing
Damaré M Oct 2013
Some people have ***** 
Better known as ignorance when reacting onto a matter

Others have heart 
Those who engage their feelings with the cause; although, the conclusion might result in heartache 
The risk is worth taking 
No blame nor shame 
Life is what you make it 
And decisions should first be feelings 
No one should answer life lessons 
With ******* clinches and chest flexes
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