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Shelby Hemstock Jul 2013
Nobody likes being reminded their race by another
Thats how the world got turned upside down
Transmogrified around
And shaped our current existence

So when you speak of race,
Use resistance
Shelby Hemstock Jul 2013
He didn't move
Not because he couldn't
But because he could
He lied
About lying
Horizontaly
He stayed
All day
Where he laid
For his home
His building
Is where he gets paid
This is real reality
Apart from dreams
I'm an apartment realtor
Shelby Hemstock Jul 2013
Twenty-one and now
I'm starting to realize
Comedy does't pay the bills
But music does
I'd rather be a jester than a troubadour
So comedy I must put my heart into more
Because after all that guitar playing,
Boy are my hands sore
Shelby Hemstock Jul 2013
If you're reading this I'm either dead or in Dallas
I have to catch a train and a plane all at the same time
L to the A to the JFK
My getaway

Like a cemetery I'm dying to get into that lone star state
I've missed the wide open spaces
My family and friends smiling faces
A bathroom to call my own and a home with multiple rooms to roam

From Dallas I extend my gratitude to the families I wasn't born to but made
My boys in Austin from 3306 who took me in when a woman sent me packin'
Dr Mills from New Orleans handin' out red beans, rice, and thrills
If it wasn't for the Rich I'd never have seen Florida or Vegas
The wild spirit, she who must not be tamed from Colorado
My California kin that took me in and fed me from your tables, so kind (of you) to let me drink your wine
All of you,
Thank you,
I am truly blessed,
For my families across the U.S.

Even though I'm here for just a week
I already miss my Brooklyn family deep in the Mes
They're making Thanksgiving happen without a kitchen
Cooking away their stress, making more out of less

Back to Dallas I came
I'm jovial to be home
But it's not the same
For I have grown
Because of the support
My new families have shown
I love you all
Wherever you are
Across the country
Shelby Hemstock Jul 2013
I dote on you because I love you
I adulate you because of what you do, to me
I'll canonize you all the day through
No, I deify you, because of what you do, to me
Shelby Hemstock Jul 2013
Woke up to the same different changed America
I spent the night before at "Post No Bills"
A local bar
Watching the election results like it was a football game

New casters pointing to red and blue states
Making news out of the obvious
Texas went red, theres a ******' surprise
The ******* the stool next to me says if Romney wins she's moving to another country
Sure you are..drunk girl at a bar..

Everyone from my building, the 286ians
Were in attendance for the gala
"And a round of shots for my good friends", I told Mustang Sally, our bartender
I continued, "Cause if Obama wins were getting ****** up tonight and if Romney wins were ******"

Boisterous laughter like osmosis
Fills the room from left to right
Another 286ian walks in
"Heyyyyy!!!!" said everyone in the bar

The election was a close one
With 11 more minutes until the polls close
I closed my tab
Put on my borrowed scarf was out the door like Flint on opposite day

Pockets were empty
But no complaint
I look at the bar as buying smiles
As I walked home, belly warm
I hear cheer
Obama must have won
Who wants a beer?
Shelby Hemstock Jul 2013
There is a door of reward
Into sin or a heart
He is the same man that neither see's
Hear him or is he too blurred?

She has never slept with happiness in life
Anything of physical love
Or what she's seen in pictures misted over
She never draws her mind for fear it could imagine

Very well, her land
Why should he fall in flame of rage
Because she was the bay that invited the sea
He came to this land, he was her servant

Power is a terrible pleasure at their side
This is his defense, excess sleep
Conceived the thought, jealous for her love
Accept the food of slaves

Let his name be never banished
He does not know whether weeping for her fate
Take her life and it not have anyone
But his eternal nature, the blood will guilt

With open arms why can't he tell her
We were all, in the prime of life, a kingdom
The same sad story, faster than you could tell it
How events have hugged her harvest of tears

At last, he calmed himself able to agree with the news
I must forget to long and be says he
And so they all hurried to have her
In their brains bitter blood flowed
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