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When did I fall in Love with Hip-Hop? I remember seeing her, long legs, green eyes, beautiful features. I did not know Hip-Hop like I do now, I wish I had met you sooner. Hip-Hop had me infatuated, I had to get to know her.

Next thing I know Hip-Hop spoke to me and from then I knew I had to pursue Hip-Hop. A couple of days went by, and I finally built up the courage to introduce myself. From then I knew wherever Hip-Hop is, that is where I want to be.
The pursuit was magical still is. I Love the way Hip-Hop made and still makes me feel today. When did I fall in Love with Hip-Hop? In all honesty I don’t know when I fell in Love with Hip-Hop. Maybe it was when I first seen her or going through certain trials and tribulations along the way. I definitely made the choice to Love her with all my heart. No matter the type of Rhythm she has or if she is following the beat of her own, I Love her and everything about her.
Hip-Hop did not give up on me, she gave me more purpose. That was to cherish her forever. Hip-Hop is just right for me. I will Love her music in any era, time, and place. She became my muse for life.
Hip-Hop saved my life in a way that I did not even see coming. Hip-Hop tested me in many ways and helps me understand how to be a man. It taught me the value of time and energy. Hip-Hop gave me a family I always wanted. For that I will always fight for and to protect.

Hip-Hop value is truly beyond words. I want to be able to keep increasing that value. I want to protect and nurture that value. I genuinely appreciate her. I do not want to be scared or hardheaded when it comes to Hip-Hop, I just want to listen to her melody and dance with her soulfully. I would do anything for Hip-Hop, she has my heart. She always has.

No matter what phases Hip-Hop go through I will always Love, listen and dance with her. From the sole of my feet to the top of my head Hip-Hop will always make me peaceful, happy, and grateful.
Based off the Movie Brown Sugar reflecting my inner feelings when I first seen Hip-Hop
The color of my Skin.
The curl of my Hair.
I can feel your the heat vindictive stares.
The twist of my tounge.

I speak my language with courage,
Not with care of your fears
Illigal Alien, They call my kind.
All I want is a place thats mine.

Nomatter, I'll continue to stick out
Like a sore thumb, I will not run
from your vengance.
I'll stay here and take it.

Como un bailador,
I'll twist away from your nasty tricks.
I'll thrive, Child of the sun.
Brown I am.
Hebert Logerie Dec 2024
J’ai la couleur du café mal grillé
Et celle du chocolat précocement
Sevré, par les rayons du soleil du midi.

Mes cheveux évaporés, depuis des décennies,
Me suscitent à être reconnaissant,
Parce que je suis chanceux et fortuné,
De voir tourner la terre pour tant d’années.

J’ai les lèvres d’un politicien giflé,
Par les poêles d’un chef maltraité,
Et les dents tachées par le sang coagulé.

Ma langue coupée, hachée et fracassée
Sera avalée comme le rôti volé au marché
Des esclaves morts pendus et torturés
En plein air, sous les verrous des voitures.

J’ai la peau des vers de terre assassinés.
Mon nom tachera la langue des oppresseurs
Et anesthésiera la colère des fieffés menteurs.

Je porte avec fierté la couleur du café mal grillé
Et celle du chocolat oublié dans les cafetières;
Aucun humain ne mérite d’être classé parmi les ordures,
Même si demain tout retournera en poussière.

Le marron inconnu est mon frère aîné;
Les rayons solaires nous ont parfaitement flambés,
Comme le café et cacao venus d’un pays émancipé.

Copyright© Décembre,2011, Hébert Logerie, Tous Droits Réservés
Hébert Logerie est l’auteur de plusieurs recueils de poèmes.
Verlecia F Sep 2024
compulsively drip and run
down my fingers and into my mouth

someone please
count my fingers
and toes
lord knows, one may
be missing
if they are covered in chocolaty
brown gold

chocoholic, is my Hall of fame
covered in chocolate is my
sugar brown dream
Write a poem for contest Color Poem - Courageous Poet
Write a poem about your favorite color and how it makes you feel.
Her brown eyes are like polished
mahogany, their rich hue deepened with a subtle glimmer, lacing beauty into every flower bed they touch. They hold an irresistible warmth and clarity, reflecting a depth that's both inviting and enigmatic—like the first sip of coffee on a quiet morning, awakening something deep inside. They shimmer, soft as stardust, each glance revealing a gentle spark, as if they're harboring a soft, unspoken magic just for you.
M May 2023
the quick brown fox
jumped over the lazy dog
and spun a fancy tale
about the history of clichés

it beat a valiant bush
before burning a broken bridge
and kicking its own bucket
under six feet of foliage

now its dead like that horse it beat--
from counting chicks and party tricks
to counting sheep and hourly bleats
the fox is dead but oh was it quick!
ah yes
esoteric word paint of a pangram
I S A A C Apr 2023
lizard on warm rocks
an artist in their paint-speckled smock
the wind carrying fallen flowers
jade eyes meet brown
chastity belt unbound
hours upon hours
spent in between the sheets
delicate, delectable, free
HeyitsAngel Sep 2022
Green eyes
I thought the color of eyes was just the color
Until I laid eyes on his
His green eyes
Became ordinary and beautiful
Oh his green eyes
The eyes that make me feel safe
The eyes that makes my heart feel warm
His eyes are not just eyes
His eyes are the most powerful
His eyes became my home
From thousands of miles away
His eyes as he looks at me through a screen
Manage to make me feel so special even with the distance
Oh the man with green eyes
The one that made my brown eyes become so much more
Since he looks into mine like I am the prettiest girl in the world
The man with green eyes that saved a brown-eyed girl like me
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