"blk" poems
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
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
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.
Jan 4, 2010
Jan 4, 2010 at 8:28 AM UTC
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)
May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 8:05 AM UTC
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 n__z
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____
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC