Poetic.....Poetic.....Poetic
Is what everybody is now
Poetic justice is what everybody brings now
Burn the city down
Poetic
Maybe then the government will listen
Everyone a revolutionary
Poetic
Posers standing on podiums
They march for peace but plant the seed
to send you to war
Posers never on the front line
Cowards afraid to die first
Poetic
Selling dreams that don't exist like those of Mr. King
Posers afraid of death
Homosexuals of war
But far from an Alexander
Far from a Ceacer but those are who they chosen to follow since they don't lead none
Poetic
We poets don't speak up
I was going to recite with my stage name
Anonymous my alter ego
My Duo persona
Poetic
But for this everyone should see the face and now the name
Of the man who pointed out the cowards
I'm not afraid of death,
Poetic
I'm not afraid of arrest
Poetic
But the bloods the crips
The nation of islam
Should had burned down
Sallie Mae
Not mom and pop shops
Poetic
Restore the damage
Restore the damage
pay your dues
Go get your 40 acres and your mule
I dream the dream but not American
Since I live my life as if I was to die
Before being immortalize
Poetic

I wanted to tell you
how much I loved you
But my pride is in tact
It wouldn't even let my mouth open to talk to you back
I wanted to tell you
Girl you the one
The only one
So afraid to come second
Since thats the first one that lost
We were parallel, equals,
Such a shame we couldn't meet at an intersection
Maybe yet the corner
We both use to loiter
You know we both use to hustle
Me that Danity
You that pus-say
I wanted to tell you
I love the freedom you lived
From a caterpillar to a butterfly
Over night
You spread your wings and fly
But how did you now
Left shoulder cold that's how you snubbed
Right shoulder hot that's how you loved
From where the heart couldn't interrupt
Your top was cool calm and collective like the fall
And down low was the power you know warm and sticky like those spring showers
I wanted to tell you
Hope you feel better
I wanted to tell you
No! Don't!
Let them hit
But I don't hate
I wanted to tell you
Tell them to wear a rubber
I wanted to tell you
They know now, they know now is
***** not pus-say and that's power
I wanted to tell you
Now you've been infected with the monster AIDS
but before your death becomes the compromise of life
I wanted to tell you
Atleast once that I loved you
Before the wars and the battles
When you were just a butterfly
Conquering the land in the abiss
You'll forever be my home
I wanted to tell you
I loved you

Banging on the door. As twenty minutes before
There was hard tumbling on the floor.
Loud noise coming out my mothers vocal cords.
Her voice like mine when I hungered for her breast I use to suckle.
I was just a toddler
I didn't know any better.
Those men with the the blue shirts came again
The super let them in again
Since papa didn't open
But this time Papa didn't stay.
Those linked cheerios round his wrist as he gave me what would be my last kiss.
Mama wiped it of as if he just passed down sin
I saw this happen time and time again.
I guess you were fed up with his ****
But I was just a toddler I wouldn't understand why
The neighbors know our names.

What's happening to hello poetry?
I don't need to know when the next soccer game is
And if I can watch for free.
Only football I know is American like the pride that's in me.
My blood doesn't boil the native sounds of my country.
Since my  motherland is the Dominican
But America my step motherland won custody and raised me, since the age of three.
Don't forget is not who made you but who you fed you, who clothed you, who saw your first shot to a basket, who saw your first catch, who kept your body warm when you got another cold, and so on.
This is "Breakfast for Champions"
Just ask Kurt Vonnegut

What's happening to hello Poetry?
Show your art
Get your due diligence
Don't sell us your dreams don't broadcast your business unless is a story, book signing or deal.
I don't need a spell to make a girl fall in love. I got these words
For and to whom I might propose
Love or an indecent occasion of lust.
Let my words be the for front on this site but they're second to my actions.
Since I don't speak much b'cause my Latin accent.

What is happening to hello poetry?
Private messages by strangers who don't write or speak words.
Claim is urgent and as a poet
You know kind hearted, love lost, And so on...
You just might want to message their Hotmail.
Sad story under prosecution
Sad story the relation is abusive
Mocking the painful truths of some of us artist.
Just wanting a piece of the pie
But when I order I even eat the crust and never leave crumbs.

Take offense or not I just don't give a ****.

I can just put it down here.

My thoughts
My insight
The way I love to love women
With a E not a A since it's plural
Far from singular I've never been bought out
But if I get my first chance I want to sell out
**** these words for what ever is left out
Plead the fifth in every statement
Need to beat the case, I didn't come with luggage
I'm not here to stay
New York lines straight kicker like *******
Far from a mad poet Anonymous only has a temper