bodies' warmth as the sun heats up the sky.
we continue to move while we were burning
into the flames
once we thought was dangerous to play with.

**** This

cyber cypher, rearranging faces now watch me decipher this

Aim at all who think I ain't nice with it
I'm on point like a ****** is

I'm a rapper no benefactors i attack like a raptor Jurassic world in this *****

**** this ****, I'm done with this
I'm done with these formats

******* Lames I will rearrange your frames then leave you ***** like floor mats

I'm blunt like Borat

I come from the darkest corner of the location where you were born at

I'm aiming for your Cornea don't get it twisted, that means two-thirds of your eye will get lifted

Let's make One whole instead
so you don't forget this.

I will rip out one of your inner intestines then hand it off to one of your contestants

Have them Hail Mary that ****, then I'll simply intercept it.

I'll then find the nearest toilet then throw it in the septic

This is that generation X ****
Future flow, You know Young and Reckless

Let me demonstrate with my next sentence

Verbal blades will cut through the crevices of your eyes nerves, to then be served on a dish next to the head of your nemesis like some Hors d'oeuvres

With these sedatives you will be severed, these words will make your bones fold like white t-shirts

But not before you see my spiked cleats first

Where the **** is my money?!

You'll be screaming "she's gotta have it!" Like spike lee's first

The conclusion to this is a knifed cleaver, pulled back out on reversed

you thought last night seemed worst?

Body

This is Tina, she's my kid sister.
Over there is Joseph and Paul, they are twin siblings, our next door neighbors.
Next to them is Christy, blush she lives two streets down the street.
We are playing WHOT in my house.
Yes, Whot.
It's a card game that most parents won't let their kids play;
My dad included
But he is at work at the moment.
Dad is very strict.
Whenever he is home,
My friends aren't allowed to come over unless we are going to study, and under his supervision.
Suddenly we hear his car honking at the gate,
There's panic and turmoil in the living room.
Whot cards are flying around and empty Oreos packs are being thrown into the trash bag.
Empty juice cups are being taken to be washed in the kitchen.
There's an avalanche in here and the result is orderliness.
By the time dad steps in,
We're all settled around the study table,"reading."
Oh God, no!
There's the 20 Whot card on the table.
Dad has seen it and he is coming over.
He has a scowl on his face and I know that look; we're all getting a good beating.
The last time we were flogged, Tina wet herself.
Dad comes over, he looks at each one of us,
Then in his deep, baritone voice, he asks:
"Have you eaten?"
My shoulders sag,
I am defeated.
Today cant be April fool's day.

gourd bellied black boy
in front of the camera is
a calf facing a tentative ax.
the hands are motionless.
dropping quarters into an envelope
stamped for africa
will buy him a pack of ramen
but it wont' turn of the cameras.
sunlight doesn't reach him anymore
only sharp electricity.
I see this gourd bellied black boy
on my tv.


I turn it off
pitilessly.

can I have a single moment to breathe
before the floor is ripped form beneath me
like a rug from under the table
once sturdy now turn on its side
I cannot carry much weight or else I break in two
and you don't need something that's broken
you need a whole object
permanence is key but I am not that
a mere shadow of something that once stood so strong
I crack under the slightest touch
so don't run your fingers on my arms because I will bruise
the ghost of your breath leaves burns
and all at once I splinter down the middle
without rhyme or reason you hurt me
snap me in half so that you can use my now sharp edges to harm yourself
don't take me down your rabbit hole
because once there it may become my own
I wish to inhale the fresh air, feel the wind inside my lungs
not the rotting stench of the girl I once was
do not praise yourself for breaking me
I will find a way to glue myself together

Suppose I had stayed in this town or lived in another city,
Imagine I had travelled further or not so far from here,
suppose I had stayed in Benin or gone to Greece,
or that i was the same version of myself in Hong Kong.

Suppose that I was buff and my brother was skinny,
And he was the bookworm, and I the wild one.
Would we have ended up being close knitted or would we still be unmeeting parallels?


would we be the same or different?
Would we have switched our  identities,
Would we have become the other's mirrored image?
Would we,
Raymond and I?

Put it like that, and I know
that we would not and could not.
Through all sorts of similarity, we cannot
reach each other’s goals.

The light in our lives comes from the same star,
and we’re left with friendship,
Even as the shadows of brotherhood and kinsmanship lengthen each moment
and the old one, of rivalry, fades into the night,
We're our own identity.
Unique in our small ways
but similar in our general choosing.

morning dew was never visible anymore
but only night lights and cold breeze

the sun sets when i rose
from the deep sleep
and dinner is ready
i can smell it from here

midnight comes by so fast
why is it so quick the days have passed?

but it feels like time has stopped.

when i happen to see your face

when i feel your warm embrace

when i look at those eyes

Oh my... * you're such a blessing in *disguise

when things have crossed it lines

when you became mine...

all these things have been the favorite memories of *mine...

i have repeatedly lied my way to the top.
I am nothing and I have nothing.
want nothing, have nothing they say.
I have wanted it all and I still have nothing .
I can make up events that never occurred and time itself will have to try to remember if she skipped such moments.
I am a blizzard of deceptions
with no plans to slow down anytime soon.
and the best part of it all,
I ENJOY being this, a fraud.