She ain't never **** a black boi but she use the word *****
And Her blk home girls give her the encouragement to pull that trigger
Born in the hills but addicted to the hood
I'm her curse and blessing man this ***** is always up to no good

Blue eye devil who love the dark skin
She said she never had it so deep when a ***** went in
She drive listen to legends biggie hov and Rudeboi
She told me she was looking for her pleaser stick so I just nibble her like a chew toi
Snap backs and Jordan's She's a ***** for retail
She got that white girl syndrome but cursed by the black details

Hello to the west end she went and add her best friend
Slave to the lifestyle but she know she will never fit in
Banded by color but my girl went ratchet
When she Confirm the fair-tale of food stamps and welfare Status
Racist antics but she defer the approach
Cuz her white friends can't understand what her blk friends don't

Family of mix feelings her dad told her no
Mama said be your self and get to know the unknown
I give her the face of a sign that saids do not enter
Becuz what you think you wanna no is better if you won't remember

But in the false claim we built into better bitter lovers
So lesson is always learn never judge a book by its cover

daddy was dead & i liked being used
I shoulda probly taken a shower
Rinse off the fog I drew on invisibility
   & youth
         & barrel gun'd eeyes
           that mirrored only dice
                & worlds of ice & rust
                          & sweet white dust
                                    & tattooed drums

                                                          their
                                            pumping           pain

                                                   into my
                                                     sweet sweat
                                                            16 yr. old
                                                                   frame
        there i was
                on some polar bear closed shop rug
                       midnight.
                             naked.  he had taken my
                                          clothes off.
                                           I didn't wanna ****.
            i wanted to cuddle this stranger
          cuddle the fluffy bear beneath my back
       under the body i refused to look @
               his hand on his belt buckle.  caching
                 zip.  daddies last breath.  1 blk

     away.  15 min.s   b4    here now i lay
                   prayers in the grave
                              men smothering my face
                                       unshaven memory.
                                             mind games.

4/30/11

a.)

caves of women
     lips that swallow fruit
**** down holiness
strange tangled legs
     vines of disoriented youth



b)
i met her at a beauty supply shop
    smacking gum& bad bleach
  hum
cherry lipstick pink
        i grabbed her hand
& took her out back
amongst the dumpsters
& orchid trees
    
     the orchard of our sour tongues
swung like a noose
in the sea
           see
              unsee


her blue contacts dried

    a shovel by her side

       this is what it means to

      be alive

      wanting but not waiting to do die

shoveling out a tombstone name
trying to force yourself

backwards in time

to make people & beauty stay
   on the broken ground we lay

    asphalt & fertilizer

    the afternoon sun
stinging shadows on our

      eyes
red, blk, white
she is speaking
lips part      like a   c l a m
   braces shining with spit


the whole of human history
   in her imprint
“can you…”
     her soft fingers  stroke
       my face

indent stories
   slow mo
       i’m by her waiste
cars & dogs rustle
    brown clouds    shoot
from factories
& hover in our hearts
    her fingers taste like
     hunger & salt

“…. go faster?”
      fun so fast
hoping to make

   it       stop.
      (all)

the only way for a black to become a star

in this society

is to be labeled a n i double g er

how the **** can i progress?

when i live in a world full of nz

thinkin' they made

when they livin' under the shade

of fear

subjugatin' to white mans stories

catchin' allegory,from the blk pastors

which are part of the plan

confusin' us with our own history

but i learned from the wise,open my eyes

spirits geared towards my mentality

broke the spiritual captivity now im free

from the power of destination

that we try to clutch in this world

ive shed many tears,no longer livin' in fear

laughter is gone cuz i know the truth is here

not scared to embrace it face it

my poor folks we doomed as a society

or better yet the whole **** nation

still facin allegation,from corrupt congregation

labeling thee a criminal to society

influencin' racism thinkin everybody with colored skin

is the perdition to sin,through reality when actuality

they skins pale as ****

nothin' but devils in guise

the serpents on a rise ya better recognize

im coming full throttle

put down that bottle of liquor

got many thinkin they strong???

when ya mentality is waaay gone!!!

high off that **** to get my mind right

blury sight,constant vivid dreams of the spirits at night

just the spiritual world tryna alert me that evil

finna come to an end,battle will just begin

close to armageddon no more lettin up this trigga

that stays hot so **** being a made n__

Tie my shoes up tight
Taking my time
I'm in for a long night

Warm up on sidelines
Scoping it out
A fresh ball in my hip pocket
I be feeling stout

Drill it to **** it bout 3000 times
Never stepping outside the black painted lines
Of the lane
I was inside
Perfecting the stroke
The release
Is
Everything

But I'm in the waiting room
The lobby that is Court Two
Court 1 is where the men boom
And bang bodies and shoot
Lights
Out
Daggers

And if a man is there for long enough
And the ten go down a few
A few of the crew
Over on Court Two
Get called on to fill and finish the game up

My wind isn't great
My footwork is dodgy
My stroke is quite streaky
Go to the bank?
I'm wishy-washy

Can't box out for ****
My handles are average
But my defense is good
So I have some leverage

And on this particular evening
My shot felt real good
And I got a nod over
And played how I should

A pester on defense
I was covering two
To free up a big man in post
In the zoo

A transition pit stop on fast break
I pushed the ball up the court
The seven footer hits me in the corner
Shooting 100% from the floor

Then the men started to heat up
'250 bulldozer' in the lane
'Lights out on the arc'er outsider

I didn't touch the ball much
I'd basically given up
They played there often with chemistry
And I, just a pup

Got one pass at the end
That I wasn't expecting
I fumbled the friend
The rock had been misdirecting

But
All
Things
Said:
3/3 ~ 7 pts ~ 3 rbd ~ 1 blk ~ 2 stl ~ 2 ast ~ 2 to

And we take those