See the thing with growing up with a single mother
I had to learn how to be a man by her and my older brother
But if I didn't have that strong woman
I don't know where I would be
Honestly,
She the one who pushed me to be me
The me that I wanted to be
Telling me I can do whatever
I dreamed
Yet still punishing me
A woman like that is an astonishing thing
Something you don't find often
But I got her
And I know she's a blessing
Because everybody don't have
A mother who cares
And a mother whose there
Even when I had nothing
Not even for my stomach
I had my mother
And she had more love for me
Than I could stomach
More advice than I could bother to hear
She could make any pain disappear
But she also got a side
That you never want to to hear
But she's my mom
So I always hold her near....

Why do I write?
Not just to tell my story
But to to tell her story
His story
And our history
This is how we pass it down
We must realize our roots and grow
The great late Langston Hughs
Said his hands was on the the plow
And that plow was plowing freedom
Well, if that plow headed to freedom
I'm on that plow too
So I sit down and write
Planting seeds
For the youth
Hoping that the flowers from my garden bloom
I nourish their minds
Giving them the ability to plant roots
Hoping they become strong
To become a forest
To nourish the new youth that comes along
Than all of us can come together and sing along
To some old ***** Spiritual

"Free at last, free at last
I thank God I'm free at last
Free at last, free at last
I thank God I'm free at last"

It is thanks to God
My heavenly father
That everything exist
The good and the bad
The angels and the fallen
I'm just searching for my calling
To be the man that he wants me to be
So I open my eyes
I see what he wants me to see
A reflection of me
So I reflect on my options
Asking am I the best me
That I could possibly be
Or can I be a better me
Can I love???
When there is only hate there
Can I trust???
When I'm in a relationship that's not fair
Where can you find someone who would give their life
For your mistakes
So that you wouldn't have to pay
And when you came to that place
What would you say???
"Thank you"
Of course that's the obvious answer...

I'm a poet
So I let these words flow
Hoping they get to you
Helping you get through
What ever you going through
If not
Then least helping me relieve some stress
I'm just trying to remember that I'm blessed
Another day another dollar
No
Another day another blessing
Yes
I rather count the many ways that I'm blessed
To ease stress
This woman stands in front of me
Attempting to undress
Jezebel
See the Devil knows that a woman weakness
lies with lies
And some times within guys
But a man weakness lies
In between a woman thighs
Sweet Juices + Onion ***** = Watery Eyes
See eve was deceived
But Adam was tempted by Eve
And that is how sin became or creed...

I understand you say have faith...
But look at all the obstacles that are thrown in my way...
Sometime I get confuse on if I'm going the right way...
I need you to take my hand and lead...
Because it seems the things I tend to follow...
Only lead me to sorrow...
To a place where I'm afraid of tomorrow...
I'm asking you for some more time...
Even though for me I know there's none to borrow...
Because the world can easily end tomorrow...
Lord I'm lost...
And it seems I been here forever...
If you here with me..
Can you help me...
Because I couldn't possibly do this alone...
Do you feel me...
Do you see me...
Of course you do...
Because you love me...

Last night I had a dream about a poem..
I woke up and forgot it...
But it was only meant to inspire me to write about it...
You know deep thoughts and dreams....
The ones we never share....
The world would be a better place if ya'll think like I do...
But it seems like ya'll don't even care....
Ya'll just want to complain about how this life isn't fair...
While all I want to do is write all my thoughts on a page and share...
Hoping I make you see what I see...
If life has a set path...
I'm just trying to figure out my destiny...
Trying to turn my pains into pleasure...
My tears into treasure...
So I dreamed about a poem...
I think that poem was about Peace...
Serenity...
& Tranquility...
But that dream was out of reach....
It's seems it was right up there with Luther's...
When they killed him the marchers became looters...
Which tells me it's dangerous to dream...
But if I didn't dream....
I'd be stuck in this world...
Where not God but the devil is king...

This is from the soul...
Not written down...
Not even thought about...
Hopefully God guides my pen...
If not than the devil may accept me in...
My life is cursed...
Dreams is all I have...
My life is a nightmare...
If not why am I drowning under these tears...
Pool full of liquor...
Cloud full of *****...
What is my escape...
From reality...
From society...
From me...
How do I escape...
What did I do wrong to get here...
Is this what I deserve...
To always fail...
To always give in...
To always be wrong...
Jumping through hoops to please who...
Obviously not you...
My escape is this pen...
My escape is this paper...
My escape is my poetry...