#brag
I may look like a cheerleader - but I really am a cheetah
and after they pass those tests out - I’m going to beat ya.
I heard a student say, in the cafeteria near where I sat
“They really don’t expect us to read all of that.”
and I chuckled to see the many headshakes of agreement.
Don’t these people know that this is really an arena?
I was accepted to Yale before I finished ninth grade and now
I’m surrounded by these “A” types who think they have it made
- until I eviscerate them with curve-crushing grades.
Learning is a passion, an exhilaration and release.
The last place on earth, that you ever want to be
is sitting in a classroom, competing against me.
“How’d the test go?” He asks.
“Oh,” I shrug and say, “I think I did ok.”
Let me translate that for you, “I made a feekin’ A.”
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 9:04 AM UTC
~for Wyett Yocum~
*nowadays, we slice and dice ourselves
by gender, race, and any thin wafer division
by which the human persona can be identified,
as if we were tattooing our ****** identity
on the wrist of your societal recognition scales
all in order to say, Hey!
this is who I am,
this! is why
I am special unique, very very
deserving of your accoladed admiration
so the newly acquired phrase,
there is no brag in that boy
leaps and bounds, coming to rest on my wide eyes white,
now part of my lexicon, there, where my vocabulary stored,
for its very contradictory contrariness
demands the realized anti-hero,
the natural quietude of
the aw shucks, that we used to value, people,
above all
nearing the end of my days, my vast
knowledge of words and people grows smaller
by leaps and bounds, for finer refinement and focus,
vastly diminishes and distinguishes but a handful
of verbal grains, seeds, a few is all that’s needed,
kernels, that when deep planted, well watered,
a gift nurtured by nature’s simplest greater gifts
regifted us human exmplars
there is kind.
there is honor.
there is selflessness, character, service
and a very, very few more.
some new, just today, recently obtained,
the very title of this late night reflection!
a fine spun summary depiction of modesty,
a trait so rare, it’s existence now under appreciated,
and so very hot-not, au courant, fashionable, woks or lit,
hardly deemed valuable in the me-matters age
so crumple up this minor essay, store and stick it
among your mementos, and other keepsakes,
let it not be seen, avoid confusing the young man of whom
it was spoken and herein recorded, but this prize! this poem!
this award without proclamation or gold statuette or degree,
will, a secret well kept, by those who raised him, recognizing,
that their own mirrored imaged is quietly well reflected,
his inherited invaluable, distinguished modesty,
product of his pedigree*
Nov. 10, 2029
12:44am
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
We wanted to be bulletproof
MC's with M-16's and enough money to buy our freedom from the very same blocks we bragged about in our verses
We weren't hypocrites, we were just literate in the language of loss
We weren't rich, but we knew some people were and that they seemed to laugh a lot more often.
I don't laugh all that often anymore..
I'm not sure when we forgot that we were giants
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
what thief
has come to me
that his
bowels
be loose
who are you to steal much
that it may. be as more
what have we given
my looks to me
wagons burn
neck snap
burning
ropes
hang
an
man death assumptions
hang with me here
in
the
stars
instead
oh
we read how
they mock
my
how
sloppy
?
...
..
.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta
Them bustas that thinkin' they real trouble
Them ******* that tellin' me I'm but a bubble
I'm the real **** ************ don't point at me
I'm everything you and your buddies wanted to be
It's the return of the real G, ***** *****
I could straight up ****** you without the beat
I'm nothing like any of you think, I'm the danger
All you be seeing in my is just some ******* stranger
Lemme acquaint you with the las thing you'll see before you fall
************* thinking they're cool
They be thinking I'm a ******* busta
All they be seeing is I ain't a hustla
I ain't nothing but doom to you, lil *****
I ain't the one who be seeing the dirt in the ditch
I ain't Brown or André, I ain't no name in this *****
But it's still the return of the gangsta
Out here to kick yo *** back to when you had a masta'
It ain't happenin' again, ain't nothan'
No bebop **** no big hood thangs
Just realize you outta line
Cause you ain't got a fuckin' dime
Bite my dolla', *****
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
she swishes her gossiping
brag
like the reddest red
flag
our confidences cannot be entrusted
to her
ear
she has a propensity to broadcast
them clarion
clear
she'll cajole you with
her amiable
speak
then by not checking the tongue
all will
leak
impart no details
keep them safe unto
self
as the idle talker
respects not even
herself
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC
Where no one can disdain
Where no one feel be scorned
Where no one try to brag
Where no one feel helpless
Where no one try to fight
Where no one try to get rid of
Where no need of a barren land
Where no need of desert insight
Where no need of any shyness
Where we would ready to hear the truth
And take it as a tweet of bird
Where flowers’ beauty and fragrance
Can lessen pangs and sorrows of
This cruel cunning ugly world
And we would start to dance in breeze
With the jocund company of You
When a tiny, an innocent
Shining and transparent dew drop
That cannot miss a chance in hurry
To make a snap impatiently
Be a witness!
Bless us O’ Lord!
Bless us a chance
O’ my Lord!
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC
Oh yeah, the other day I went
to that 5-star hotel
and got a breakfast by
Bobby Flay.
Never heard of him, but the food was
pretty good.
Afterwards I went to the gym and lifted some
100lb weights.
Oh and yesterday I got a
100% on my quantum physics test.
All in all, my week was
NO BIG DEAL.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC