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"THINK I'VE BEEN A-ROUND HERE BEFORE,
               -think I've been AROUND here be-fore!"


"Now, thinking 'bout it, look around, 'even-with-crowd' it's...
              ye-e-a-h-a,       -I've been around here before."


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"Came out tonight for some fun, and now I'm drinkin' til I'm done,
              yeah,       -I've been around here before."


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"You sat down, bought a drink, looked around, hear see me sing-ing...
              -feels just like you've been around here be-fore?"


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"On that point, ain't no more, slam one down and there's the door,
              yeah,       -I know you've been around here before."


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"Think I've been around here before,
                -but I ain't comin' here no more!"


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"Sweet-thing come on now here's the door..."
Tribute to a Blues King
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
The acquisition of the prayer blunt
Is the pathway to some solution
A puffed takes you up the mount
Another brings out the benediction.
After a while, you begin to wonder
If things fell below your expectation
Not until you laughed at some blunder,
And start to fall short of the rotation.
Then it'll dawn on you that the blunt
Was truly the source of your happiness,
And that all your worries were now fun
Unbeknownst to you, your royal highness
Is now officially looking down from space.
Where you've been for a little while now
Occupying a throne in that special place.
Where your mood put out a cool green show
Where your revamped taste buds discovered
How good everything suddenly tastes.
A place where your hidden senses gets uncovered
And stump out the clip of your **** beneath the shades.

IB-Poetry
2/11/2018
It's on when everything gets better.
thinking of things to put to verse
   in times that often are adverse
   to topics that involve the universe
   and other serious matter
is difficult

world politics is quite atrocious
the culture scene no less ferocious
and so if you are somewhat cautious
in your choice of themes
few are left

you might start out with poised pen
for something serious & pertinent - but then
you have a quite inspiring moment when
you realize what truly is important
in our lives

just find the words
others can understand
Julio Lopez Jan 2018
Money...
Money...
Money...
Breaking back for you
Oh money...
Brother getting locked up  (yeah)
For money...
People getting shot up (Yeah)
For money...
Megacorps run America.. (Yeah)
We all struggling, trying to make ends meet
These days it rarely sunny
Ain't sick but my nose is runny
These tuition rates is stunning
Better days, hopefully coming
A dollar rules our lives its funny
Until its not and its scary, very
So tell me, whats the difference between you and me
There ain't nothing really its silly
How the color of our skin really matter
Lets change that and make the future better
That's my goal lets all contribute
In college I'm on my grind
good girls, so hard to find
people come and go
but the real ones staying close
Speaking my mind
Don't care if you mind
Your mind is weak
I'm Einstein on the beat
Who so happens to be from the street
Alert every second even while asleep
Realized this ain't the life for me
I'm gone
Money...
Money...
Money...
Breaking back for you
Oh money...
Brother getting locked up  (yeah)
For money...
People getting shot up (Yeah)
For money...
Megacorps run America.. (Yeah)
Snehith Kumbla Jan 2018
the tethered goat
bleats cheerful as

the butcher's knife
scraps against the

beheading stone.
Gabe Ouellette Jan 2018
What if birds were bees?
And singing came from the trees,
A's turned to B's, B's to C's,
C's to D's, D's to making poetry with ease.
As long as these bees-
make sure to do as they-
please,
and seize,
control of our control...

That would be the bees knees.
Bee are getting more popular these days
Zyanneh Frazier Jan 2018
Growing up hearing sirens felt like the end of the world because being black is hard to escape sometimes we can’t even reach the age of 18 and sometimes we were raised by a single mother while our father is either locked up, a runaway, or just dead.

Growing up it was hard seeing our mother working hard to make sure we had clothes, shoes, food, and a place to lay our head and sometimes it was hard to even fake a smile without getting that feeling of being judged by someone else.

Growing up watching the news had us wondering “am I next?” because our culture had it bad sometimes it was hard to even walk out of our front door and sometimes it was just like a movie but the only difference is this is real and we have to fight for what we wanted.

Growing up it was all about who had this and who had that or who was from here or who was from there sometimes we only do what we see right in front of us and sometimes we all seem to make the same mistakes as the ones before us...

But.. growing up had us all waiting for a change and still wondering when it’s going to come!
A poem I made for a friend for this coming black history month!
Leigh Marie Jan 2018
I've been trying to write away humiliation &
carve embarrassment out of my chest
but its hard to put emotion to paper when the boy that hurt you
won’t even tell you his last name

boy,
you lost the right to anonymity when you took me to bed &
used my first name like a curse word
like you yourself named me
boy,
you told me I’m still a hot little thing
as if I was worried bout what you thought in the first place

boy,
you told me it was best that I leave
told me maybe after we get to know each other we can try again
as if I was begging you for mercy
begging you to let me stay

boy,
not knowing you wasn’t the problem
knowing your touch,
your kiss
was the problem
you told me your story but
when I said that I do not even know your last name
you said its best that way
why are you hiding,
boy?

you asked what we are doing here
as if it weren’t already clear
you were really asking me bout what I am not doing

Boy,
I missed the signs
of you walking in front of me and waving me over
waving me out
of you kissing me like theres a timer around my neck
like there wasn't someone on the other side trying to kiss you back

boy,
I do not wish to see you again
If I see you I will tell you my last name
It's a long I'm here
I have no tear
Leave what culture says
Cause it makes me unhappy
Try to build my own
And let me be crazy
Samantha Jan 2018
Pull your skirt down,
Pull your shirt up.
Don't ask for it.
Keep your mouth shut,
Not too many opinions.
Don't ask for it.
Cut your music down,
Play something softer.
Don't ask for it.
Don't wear red lipstick,
How about pink instead?
Don't ask for it.
You can't say that,
Those aren't appropriate words for women.
Don't ask for it.
Have more self-respect,
You can't post that.
Don't ask for it.
You can't smoke that,
Put that bottle down.
Don't ask for it.
You can't be friends with her,
They call her a ****.
Don't ask for it.
Don't sleep with that guy.
Don't be seen with this one.
Don't ask for it.
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