"aight" poems
(Man meets woman, Woman meets man)
Man: How are you beautiful?
Woman: I'm blessed handsome!
Man: Wondering if I could get to know you?
Woman: Of course
(Beginning Of Relationship)
Woman: I've been hurt before so I'm very guarded of my heart and feelings.
Man: I'll never hurt you baby, I'll cherish and love you like the angel you are!!
Woman: I hope so!!
Man: Dnt hope baby believe it
Woman: Ok baby
Man: I got you boo!
(Months Later)
Woman: Baby you seem distant is everything ok?
Man: I'm good
Woman: You sure?.. Is there anything you wanna talk about?
Man: Nah I'm str8
Woman: Ok boo (Sighing)
(Same Night)
Woman: Hey babe where you at?
Man: With my *****
Woman: Okay boo can't wait for you to get home, got a surprise for you!!
Man: Aight
Woman: (Sighing)& (Thinking)
(Early Morning)
Woman: Bae we need to talk
Man: Bout what?
Woman: About us boo
Man: What about us?!
Woman: Things dnt seem the same. You really acting different.
Man: It's all in your head.. I love you gurl (Kiss her forehead)
Woman: Ok boo (Blushing)
(Week Later)
Man: Bout to roll over to my ***** house.
Woman: How long you gonna be gone boo?
Man: Bruh I dnt knw what's up?!
Woman: Dang I just asked cause I wanted us to go out and have fun.
Man: I'll be busy handling some business mane!!
Woman: Okay boo maybe some other time. (Thinking)
Man: Aight bruh
(Hours Later)
Woman: Hey boo what's up, what you doing? (CALM)
Man: Bruh told you I'm kicking it with my *****
Woman: Which one?
Man: Tony bruh.. Why? What's up?!
Woman: LOL
Man: What's so **** funny mane?!
Woman: TELL THAT *** I SAID HEY AND AS FOR YOU COME GET YOUR ****
Man: WHAT?! BRUH WHAT THE **** YOU TALKING BOUT?! MANE I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THIS PETTY **** BRUH GONE ON.. ***** CNT EVEN KICK IT WITH HIS ***** WITHOUT BEING ACCUSED OF CHEATING..
Woman: LOL... Hold on.. Hold that thought. (CALM)
Man: H..E..L..L...O
Tony: Hey bruh where you at??? Thought your az was at home I came thru
Man: ****
Woman: LOL.... BUSTED BRUH!!!!! COME GET YOUR SHIT!!!!..LOL
Man: **** faced)!!!
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
Let’s act like we fly
Let’s float like we high
Let’s pretend we aight
Tryna light up the night!
All the world's a stage
We ain’t acting strange
For once the real deal
Don’t make a meal
Just chill
Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 12:53 PM UTC
Let me tell y’all something
My blackness…
mhm MY blackness
whew chilleee when i tell y’all MY BLACK - NESS
that **** is MAGICAL
y'all heard me?
MA - GI - CAL
do yall see my skin?
The color? the undertones? it’s glowing huh?
this melanin i can guarantee you it aint nothing to play with
and definitely not something to slander
this **** is beautiful
I promise you my blackness is no lie
my blackness isn't what these people are portraying it to be
my blackness is not the poverty you see on tvs
it is not the violence they show you on the media
my blackness is not loud
not ghetto
not ratchet
not ill-mannered
and definitely not what
my blackness is forgiving but un forgetful
my blackness is what makes my skin so tough
its the reason I'm not here running around crying about these lil white kids calling me porch monkey, ****** ni**er
y'all heard that? NI**ER
NI-ER
if I got to hear it y'all going to hear it too
NI**ER
speaks volumes huh
that word holds weight dont it
y'all see my hair
yea it may be in some braids right now but BA- BIEE
my hair is a crown that sits on my head
these naps that you tryna slander are actually alluring, irresistible kinks coils and curls
they defy the force of gravity and reach towards the gods and my ancestors that blessed me with this big beautiful hair and chocolaty skin that you yourself couldn't obtain on your death bed
My mouth the one you tryna call loud is me and the strength of a thousand voices fighting the system that was never broken but built in a way to shatter the souls of what
lets keep it going aight
finish the sentence my blackness is….
….
did y'all hear that?
our blackness is luxurious, victorious definitely not notorious, uplifting, persisting, y'all know this one forgiving but un forgetting, natural, masterful our **** is far from artificial, untamed, unashamed, worthy of all acclaim, raw, outlawed, in desperate need of equality before the law, we’re fighting we’re tired help us out y'all
give us this equality
y'all walking around not worrying about a **** thing
but you ever grew up in a system that was built to put you and your whole family behind metaphorical bars
your mom never told you to listen to the police regardless of the situation
not because they are of authority but because the people hired to protect our communities are trigger happy cops that want to see us dead
because of my blackness with the way things are I have to raise my son in a manner
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
Dissectin
****
aint good for your health
Your skins thin
dont blame me if it gets broken
I didnt make the rules
I aint tryin to change em
Just livin
and lovin
the only way I have to do it.
Cant be the yesterday boy
string cheese charlie
Flamin
and blamin
should just be
chillin
and smokin
I know...
comin from me this sounds like
********
But its true aight
It aint personal
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
do me a favor aight
when you go switch off the lights
close the door behind
you
pay attention to the lock it
makes a sound pay attention
do me this favor
you gotta do it cause
shadows everywhere
voices everywhere
enemies everywhere
ain't no fun though as
gang colors in the nineties
tag watts
tag berlin
tag harlem
shadows everywhere
voices everywhere
enemies everywhere
for twentyseven years
do me a favor aight?
i've been looking for a brother
i've been looking for a mother
nobody knows about it
they don't know and they
don't have to
when they interrogate you
about last night
when they ask tell em:
i was asleep at night
as civilians do
no talk about turf
no talk about extortion
no talk about capital crimes
private matters
wat matter is you
lock the door baby
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC
the door in my old room. the one with light blue sky and clouds painted over every inch of the walls. the two window sills in my room, with the dirt from when i’d go in and out of them. my ceiling from which i hung wind chimes. my bunk bed that had alllllll my stuffed animals on the top bunk. with a book called the anybodies (my favorite as a kid) to read on the top bunk with the fan on. anyway,
the door in my old room. i wasn’t allowed to close it, so i almost never did. but when i did, it was so I could write and draw on the white backside. my teenage poetry. pure, ****** poetry.
well i wonder if it’s all still there.
nostalgia is a slow, everlasting-like ****** a guaranteed good feeling. because i feel just enough sorrow that it’s the really good feeling pain because also, i’m happy as if i’m happy crying. if that makes sense
“i know it well” blood bank
momma, i miss you. i feel you. i only wish to ever be enough, and to be a good person.
even the best of us aren’t perfect hm?
my old door was cool. i miss some of those times. i feel like thinking about the lyric “hearts are broken every day.” has been messing with me lately. heartbreak (don’t judge me aight) reminds me that i am human. heartbreak makes me feel mortal in a way few things can. so what is the point of my life when i already know such heartbreak, it’s impacted me a lot, but it is simultaneously an every single day, multiple times per second occurrence. very common. very common **** my **** that **** hurts in a good way you feel me?
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
damals meinte bonez:
"ey wir sind bald stars!
und jeder aus der gruppe übernimmt
sein'n part" (he)
er hat zu mir gesagt:
"setz dich hin, schreib bars! (los)
"denn von den meisten
gangsterrappern stimmt kein satz!" (nä)
back in the days bonez
told me:
"we gonna be stars
every one of us
gonna write his part" (nä)
he told me to sit down and write
bars (aight)
cause german rappers be
phony (nä)
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
Poorly holding up to the harsh assault
Mal reggendo all’aspro assalto
well, if that's so, aight,
and this is the test, we took it,
what would ya thank for that, eh?
Heavy metal, anvils are the archetype,
before Iron Horses and world tying steel
industrial spirit to try like hell
to move a mountain told to move,
ai, we had a form of free press, indeed
and steam, bound in cylinders ground
and smoothed to specs a micron or two
from perfectly round, squared center to edge,
by pi, the idea, we need
to make compassion,
compass me round about, and think me mad,
with deep and sensitive gentle assurance,
ai, we made the crossing, we're on
the other side.
I'm not, I am a little drunk.
Rare state, feels familiar, kind of rejuvenating.
Wisdom smiles on those who try,
and try again.
Remember all this is after we won heaven,
by being invincibly ignorant as to why not.
Oct 24, 2024
Oct 24, 2024 at 10:10 PM UTC
"Aight, so boom..."
@desire.is.dope
2-26-19
0838
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
I gotta, gotta new me…
**** so you really let this dude let me get high roaded
And you didnt mind looking in the rearview
The sound of that car sound so uncanny
Because it shoulda been us… but as long as your new vigilante
Will keep tribal dancing 'round your fire
And will keep making your blood rush
The band-aid will eventually fall off
It's all just a withdrawal!
Blrr, blrr, beep
Hey, man, wassup, how you doing?
Havent heard from you in a minute, bro
I know you've been cut
And how you been feeling like a storm drain just above water
But you know these hoes be looking for their own homonym
Haha, you get what I mean?
Yea, bet you do, but hey, chin up, aight?
Dont loose your groove
You'll keep grinding your teeth
Gimmie a call, bud, and talk about what's underneath
Peace
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
i wanted to say something about
social culture concerning clothes,
something about the six moral stages
from my grade eleven psych class,
something about individualism
(and the farce that is individualism).
i wanted to say something about
the contrast between ethics and morality
in comparison to the whole and the singular.
about how the path to hell is paved with good intentions.
but you know what?
i don't give a **** about what you wear,
what you think about right and wrong.
i'll do me,
you do you,
and we'll give each other a wide berth,
aight?
h.f.m.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
The lonely mind
That wavers on a pond of indifference
Clawing at its own kind
Just to find
That we are nothing
No more no less
Break down from stress
Its all a mess
I digress
Light shimmering atop a body of water
Father scared as much as boyfriend over daughter
Voicing concerns,I think you oughta
Feeling real and free
Could it be
That you're lost like me
An up rooted tree
Shaking the leaves clean on a stiff breeze
Wrecked ship on rough seas
You could be the light
But you chose to fight
On a cold spring night
But its aight
I'm still here
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
I'm so sick of talkng about myself-
When theres no one else in the room,
So lets turn these tables n spinn'em and put the spot light on you.
How you doing?
You aight'?
How you livin n such n such-
is it going one day at a time,
do you even give any kind of a fk?
How bout your dreams,
do you still got'em,
are you living up to them yet?
Or have they become so blurry and bottomed,
always slippin right through the net?
Do you feel like you have a point,
And if so then how sharp are you?
Are you keeping it all together,
or is that slipping away too?
Do you feel like you know a thing about life and just what it means,
or do you just walk around like a zombie, being destructive-
never learning a thing ?
Do you even have enough time to yourself to just sit and to think,
do you ever look at your reflection & wonder if you and it are on the same team?
Do you lift your head up towards the sky and wonder where you fit in,
Is there anyone out there looking back at you,
and will his beginning be where you end ?
Do you feel like anything special,
or just another pi$$ in the pott,
do you have in you any potential,
a direction to any specific spot-
that is calling you with your name on it,
something that's just for you?
Doesn't have to be that your famous,
Or necessarily something new.
Forget all of that other $hit someone taught you about your goals,
what has God written all over your heart and programmed into your perfect soul?
Cause let me tell you, if you don't know or ain't trying to be yourself,
how are you ever gonna be happy, fkn living as someone else?
Immovable-
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
I learned to read and write at school.
I educated myself during my traveling and adventures .
I learned to swim well but it was in life's whirlpool
From thugs in the streets I got my lectures
Life provided me with the courses
My Failures harden my resolves
I got taught by my personal experiences
To get my bread I had to join pack like the wolves .
My tests were my challenges ,help came from no connection.
I failed a few courses and had to do remainders .
Yet through it all , I persevered grace to my street education ,
I was promoted to the class of those called breadwinners .
Somehow I knew my only way out was to hustle
So I set out to find myself but missed my way many times
I ate grass ,lighted trees ,ran the streets to beat the struggle
From the streets I learned to calculate my nickles and dimes .
I discovered poetry from the greatest book called the Bible ,
Written by the author and finisher of my faith , Jah most high
After writing my first poetry thru prayers ,I knew I was able
Thank God for the school of life ,I know everything will be aight !
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
Episode A, as lives are recalled to the tv gen...
Exposure to constant new
boxes of thought
in the quantum foaming theory
bubbling in my soul,
gurgling in my gut, and guffawing
in my impression of Little Luke McCoy,
in the barracks, got
a big laugh, from Harvey Silverman, whom
I gave company, unawares mind you, he was a stranger
I was being kind,
he made the rules for a bathroom craps game.
No more roles after midnite,
I said Aight, and we rolled the bones, and they
rolled my way, at E-2 pay,
sync'tupwatches witness, it is an new day,
Harvey Silverman, from Las Vegas, via Philly,
he says, I owe u 12 hundred dallahs,
let me break the rule,
he asks my permission, then makes eight
straight passes,
and I believe my eyes, I was that guy,
Silverman died.
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 8:35 PM UTC
The law man, he’s a comin.
A comin, ta go on get ya gone.
You better best be, goin.
Go on, get ya gone. Go on, get ya gone.
O he aight no low man,
He’s high high above the law.
Go on, get ya gone, go on get ya gone.
O that law man! He’s a comin,
Ta go on get ya gone.
O hoh, don’t feel so low,
That lowly law man!
Just sees a wild dog.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 4:14 AM UTC
Sigh...
Aight.
I'm done with this small life
Indoor life
Closed-door life
I wanna shout about it
I wanna tell all my thoughts
and maybe you'll agree upon it!
Now this a hunch
Let me know, what'd you have for lunch
Canned beans?
Again?
Oh, that's right.
Stay home kids,
Stay home peeps,
Lessen the curve,
let's do this!
If you're done with this life,
then do somethin' 'bout it.
Stay home!
This will all be over much faster,
If you would,
JUST,
Stay home!
Sigh...
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:02 AM UTC