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Keenan Akeem Jan 2013
As I stare into space like I do every day,
Everything becomes so serene.
I picture myself in a suit holding a book.
For I have to choose one, but it can’t be two.
I’m lost in life, and I struggle to figure out what I'm suppose to do.
What is my purpose, do I have a destiny
Will have a beautiful wife standing next to me and a baby...
A baby that looks like just like me.
Many questions turning into images, but it makes sense, I’m just a confused young man.
Now I wake up from my slumber, and reality is just the same
I try to snap out of it, but nothing seems to change.
For I have these daydreams happening over and over again.
Keenan Akeem Jan 2013
Sometimes I wonder if God is really out there
Why would he want his child to suffer and think
That you’re not there. To help her, when she need you the most.
Boast to her friends that you had her back before she hung herself from the post.
You know, the one outside. Buried underneath the gravel, Daddy holding that bottle
She cried, out please help me
Help me please
Somebody, Anybody
But you were nowhere to be seen... Ain’t that some ****.
Don’t get me wrong Lord, I love you
I really do, but my faith isn’t as strong
Ever since you took away my beloved best friend, and again 3 years later
Now you know that’s wrong.
You must like to see me cry, well
No more, I won’t shed another tear for the rest of my life
I’m tired of being tired, but you push me everyday
Raised to believe that your somewhere out there in the sky
Watching over me, like a dove passing by
But I thank you; I’m a better man than I was
Yesterday. Today will be my challenge and
Tomorrow will be my reward.
I earned my right to be a happy man
I wake up and say, “I believe that I can”
Followed by anything that comes to the head
Dead, is the absence of one’s body
Imprisoned in the ground
The failure to touch ones hand again.
Yet, life goes on and all we can do is hope
Pray, hope, and pray
That the lord one day calls out our number
And your loved ones will be up there singing
Oh happy day.
Keenan Akeem Jan 2013
Hush my baby don’t you cry, for this is not a lullaby
For I am your knight of shining armor, glistening steel no peel ore
Massive fortitude for in which gratitude is always accepted
For my speech you will need to be calm and collected
My beautiful Ambitious Girl, why you are so perfect?
From your skin, to your feet no flaws can be detected
Talk to me; tell me everything you ever wanted
For I am the one to give it to you, only if don’t flaunt it
You ***-mazing, to the degree in which I slur up my speech
No I am no Martin Luther King Jr, so I will not preach
Hold up; Hold up baby, please, I won’t take up your time
I just want to get to know you, just let me unwind
See I am a man of grace and commitment
With that saying, I want you to be the only one I commit with.
My Beautiful Ambitious Girl, is it too early to tell you “I Love You?”
That you’ll be my only one, no other woman above you
Heavens above will smile with just the sight of you
For I picked a women so elegant as you
Star crossed lovers no Romeo and Juliet
If I tell you well get married how much would you bet,
My love, my heart, my enormous riches?
For you are my most prized possession
You are my Beautiful Ambitious Girl.
Keenan Akeem Jan 2013
Ever since I was young, you always told me no.
Every time I cried, you always held me close.
When I was sick you always gave me a dose
Of your loving, something that I would never let go
My essential Queen, Nurturing nectar like a honey bee
Skies above, higher than anyone can see
Is your loving, something so pure and so sweet
Your radiant skin, it matches mine, your all I wanted to be
So powerful and so loving, yeah that gonna be me
If life you showed me things that can never been seen
Good morals, stay humble is what you embedded in me
You are my life, my joy, and my every thing
Mama, you are my Queen.
Keenan Akeem Jan 2013
Thinking, Pondering, Wondering
What’s wrong with me, am I too nice? Are my friend’s right?
For I heard this phrase for so long
Junior year to be exact.
Are you gay, you ****, bro are you straight?
(Is what I heard)
Are you crazy, **** them hoes
(Is what they said)
Go out and get that bread
It’s all coming back to me.
Too nice
Is what I’m characterized as
Never the one to go out and get it.
What you going to with it?
You gonna to hit that, tap that
Because if you don’t I surely will pull that cap back
In to reality
Snap, it’s all coming back to me.
See I’ve had my time of deception and deceit
For now I’m grown and just want to take a seat
Relax and think
Blind to see that special someone for me.
But, in this world there’s no room for that
All society wants you to do is have babies,
Be poor, struggling
Oh, that’s a class act.
But for me, I don’t belong
Others strung along like a puppeteer singing their favorite song
Bounce that ***, Twerk that
Is what our women are suppose to know
But, who is the one to show
All the beauty and potential they possess
Progress into women of success.
Too bad none of them will ever see that.
Most of them will be on their backs, thrusting
While the eyes of the Lord watching, as his child
Is no longer is his little girl.

Too Nice
Ponder at the fact that nice guys finish last
Where are the gentlemen, the ones that take women
Out on dates, but their afraid to actual settle down
Thinking I’ll look like a clown when my homies find out.
Sincerity and acknowledgment are things of the past.
Now days, saying ***** and *** is what’s going to get you past
In life, I learned that you can’t make everyone happy
But, if I can make most then that makes me happy.
Gratitude and simple thank you is all I ask
A little kerseys and small “how do” will do for I don’t ask for much

Friendship, Loyalty, and Respect
F.L.R.

But, how can that get you so far, because in this world no one cares about
Your feelings.
Phssst, what were you thinking?
I was thinking that for once, just once nice guys wouldn’t finish last.
Be glad while you have me for who know how long I’m a stay
TOO NICE
This poem reflects my personality and how I see the world through my eyes. I hope all that is reading this enjoys my work.

- thank you

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