Brooding skies spill
frozen rain that tears soft petals.
Disorganized winds
bend trees and folk alike,
Scattering leaves and plans.
Short weather tantrum ~
a rainbow smiles
apologetically.
I wanted to write something so fine it that would
break the psychological binds
that hold the mind,
as we dine at the table of deceit
we write our own defeat
the pages of history turn but no one reads
The truth is written on the wall but none take heed
We feed war with hate
rape the minds of our children
filling them with contempt.
while we congratulate our countrymen and brothers
for slaying others
go to a rally for peace
just make sure you take your piece
in case violence erupts
and someone tries to make our beliefs seem corrupt
Shoot them all dead
and ride your moral high horse
I’m worried about you
but I can’t help you out cuz there’s already to much on my plate
I’ll show where to go though
I know I’ve never been down this road
but I must know the way
There’s no peace in my home
but follow me anyway
In god we trust
we must
it say’s so on our money
but it’s funny
that there’s no prayer in schools
an institution of intelligent fools
I say as long as there’s tests there’ll be some prayer in schools.
I pledge allegiance to break the rules
throw my dime
write my rhyme
and when I speak I take my time.
You see I wanted to write something so deep
the world would drown in it.
Except not really
It would be deep as the ocean
then they’d find themselves being birthed
out of the amniotic fluid that flows
from my brain to my womb to my pen
It would be so prolific they’d want to crawl back in just to be born again
so they could go tell it on the mountain
from the Atlantic to the Nile
There could be no denial.
But then I had to realize
that as long as I can visualize I’ll prosper
without vision the people perish.
And so my vision is what I cherish
See I know now that every thing I write
is alright
because my words like I
are only perfect in the sight of the most high
who knew me before I grew into
who I would be
My words are hot
and soon they’ll be all over the streets like
a bootleg remix tape
50 cents is no more than a half dollar when I holler
and Emeniem and them are candy coated chocolate
They melt in my hand as the pen takes the signal from my neurological land
I’m chocked with the truth
Oh you want proof
You think I’m a liar?
when I write it’s hot enough
to spark the mind of just one who hears it
and it’s truth creates a stink
in this perfect rosy world that we have been
taught that in we exist.
starbuck thread
brings to mind
a dark and bitter cup
of steaming sulawesi
across the table
the whitest ivory
ever conjured from
the dust of africa
smiled at me.
and I guess I should mention
my penchant for doing things wrong
Tradition seems trite
yet I stand and fight like
the woman before me
Tradition deceives me
loves me then leaves me
with
aborted doctrines
chanted mantras of
rock-a-bye-baby
Where’s my prince charming
who’s gonna save me?
This is alarming
as appalling
as calling religion some show on television
They told me man would save me
They told me a bunch of lies
they told me a man would save me
but he’s only been demise
It’s way to many woman who can say that they’re mothers
but can’t say that they’re wives
A ring on my finger a yoke
on my neck
Submit to your husband and try to forget
Nina Simone will sing you sleep
With The house of the rising Sun
As you pray to god that
it can all be undone
From ashes to ashes and dust to dust
From mother to lover
to daughter to slut
It’s the words from your mouth
that make her worthless
and since she’s worth less
there’s no protest when a man can’t see
who she is
She may be your princess
but she's just his ho
just like you called me however many years ago
when she was conceived
I told you she was yours but you didn’t believe
Lying bitch
Slut
Hoe
That’s what you called me
Maybe she’ll some day a man
just as good as her daddy
and I guess I should mention
my penchant for doing things wrong
Tradition seems trite
yet I stand and fight like
the woman before me
Tradition deceives me
loves me then leaves me
with
aborted doctrines
chanted mantras of
rock-a-bye-baby
Where’s my prince charming
who’s gonna save me?
This is alarming
as appalling
as calling religion some show on television
They told me man would save me
They told me a bunch of lies
they told me a man would save me
but he’s only been demise
It’s way to many woman who can say that they’re mothers
but can’t say that they’re wives
A ring on my finger a yoke
on my neck
Submit to your husband and try to forget
Nina Simone will sing you sleep
With The house of the rising Sun
As you pray to god that
it can all be undone
From ashes to ashes and dust to dust
From mother to lover
to daughter to slut
It’s the words from your mouth
that make her worthless
and since she’s worth less
there’s no protest when a man can’t see
who she is
She may be your princess
but she just his ho
just like you called me however many years ago
when she was conceived
I told you she was yours but you didn’t believe
Lying bitch
Slut
Hoe
That’s what you called me
Maybe some dayshe'll find a man
just as good as her daddy