Baby, You’re a Drug
Baby, You’re a drug An addiction Maybe, You can numb My afflictions With one touch No prescriptions …Baby, you’re a drug Baby I can’t lie I breathe you in And I get high A free ride On cloud nine Capturing my body And corrupting my mind …Baby, you’re a drug You flow all through my veins A rush Straight to my brain You take away All of my pain A sensation That keeps me sane …Baby, you’re a drug You’re a bad habit And I’m just an addict Every time I try to quit You call… And I’m right back at it Baby, You’re a drug An addiction Maybe, You can numb My afflictions With one touch No prescriptions …Baby, you’re a drug
I am not a ****
It’s a shame If that’s what you see When you look at me I’m not a gangster Or a rapper I’m not the images Plastered all over T.V. I’m respectful to women I was taught this By my mother I’m willing to fight If the cause is right But mostly I’m a lover …A good book Despite If you like It’s cover Compassionate Thoughtful And considerate Of others I’m not lazy I'm not a thief I'm not a criminal Who runs the streets I work at least 60 hrs. per week And don’t be surprised When you realize I’m very articulate When I speak I’d rather read a book Than shoot hoops On a basketball court Music is my passion And I write poetry for sport Love is my drug And I put it Into everything I do It’s pure Strong And addictive too I bet you won’t see that On the news! I am not a **** So please don’t assume You could be missing out On a good friend Don't let your preconceptions Resume Don’t keep your mind closed Open up …Make room I'm not a **** I am a MAN Try to get to know me Then you'll find out Who I Am
Intolerant to Tolerance
(Poem by Serenus) They tolerate your gayness You should be so glad That they’re not indifferent to your difference They’re not the one’s calling you F ggger They tolerate your blackness Racism… They’re much bigger In their minds They’re colorblind They’ve never uttered The word N They tolerate your religion Muslims, Jews, And Christians Believe what you want to believe They tolerate your decision They tolerate your opinion They tolerate your facts They tolerate your voice They even let you talk back They can stomach you as a person Isn’t that honorable? Doesn’t it feel great… To be so tolerable? We all need to pull together And strive to be prosperous It’s time to move forward And be intolerant to tolerance.
May I borrow your pen?
The one that holds Genius within Poking holes Through many poets Paper thin skin Leaking ink That makes them Re- think Their careers Over again May I borrow your pen? The one that holds The master key That will unleash My inner master piece A sword With the blood of Literary casualties Wounding other writers Who try to compete With your awesomeness …May they rest in peace May I borrow your pen? I’ll try to remember To give it back But the power Of the ballpoint Is something no poet Should ever lack I promise To use its power for good Anything else would be a sin So what say you? Lend to a friend...your inspiration? …May I borrow your pen?
The Blues of Langston Hughes
I sing the blues of Langston Hughes! I sing the blues of Langston Hughes! I sing the blues of Langston Hughes! I sing it smooth to revive his muse I sing it cool! I sing it loud! I sing it jazzy! I sing it proud! Who am I to sing it? ...I’ve got my nerve I just can’t keep quiet, And have my Dream Deferred I guarantee you’ll dance To my grand vibrato The music will stick in your head Until you dig my Motto I can sing it tame But I'd rather sing it wild Either way it's brilliant The lullaby of a Genius Child I sing the blues of Langston Hughes! I sing the blues of Langston Hughes! I sing the blues of Langston Hughes! The tune is old, but it still reigns true I sing it sweet With the beat of the streets I’m singing so good, I got you tapping your feet A song of truth A song for any era A harmony against hate I too, sing America! I can sing it tame But I'd rather sing it wild Either way it's brilliant The lullaby of a Genius Child A Jukebox Love Song To set the ambiance From ancient rivers To the Harlem Renaissance I sing the blues of Langston Hughes! I sing the blues of Langston Hughes! I sing the blues of Langston Hughes! All of the poets -who know it… Should sing it too!
A Kiss Is Not a Kiss
A kiss is not just a kiss …A kiss can be the key That unlocks Love Life And countless of other Limitless Possibilities A kiss is not just a kiss …A kiss can be the cure For loneliness Unworthiness It can be Confidence For the unsure A kiss is not just a kiss …A kiss can be Recognition That you deserve love That you deserve life It gives you Permission So until you find someone That will show you Love And Affection ...Look in the mirror And blow a kiss To your own Beautiful Deserving Reflection
Diet without the “T”
(Senyru) Sweet potato pie You can kiss your life goodbye Your new home...my thighs Exercise or Be Exorcised? (Senyru) Gluttonous Demon I’m eating for no reason I will get even!