cool with collection
not afraid of anything
now his own landlord..
Respectful, intelligent, someone who loves me for who I am.
That is the type of brotha I'm looking for but damn.
My name is Diona Lanese Finley.
When you look into my eyes is that what you see.
The true, love, beauty, honesty, loyalty.
Seventeen years old with a fifty-year-old soul.
Now the truth is going to be told.
My father taught me to be bold.
The information I say please hold.
So being me I wonder are all of my options gone.
I mean from the sugar to the down low,
From the thugs to the gangsters,
From the cocaine he hitting to the men in prison.
There’s this boy that sits on his butt and can't even listen.
The one who plays the Playa, or the P.I.M.P.
Some jive time brotha who doesn't have respect his mommy.
He think he can go out and have and affair with another.
Here comes the control freak.
I know he don't think he has authority over me.
He’ll be the alcoholic I'll throw out on the streets.
A man thinks he can put his hands on me.
I'll beat you down like we in slavery.
That is no way you treat a woman like me.
Proud, love her self, and have dignity.
He doesn't know how to treat the mother of his child.
Now I know you think this poem is a little wild.
So that’s why I’m going to say this loud and proud.
Not all men are like that, I know I have one who has my back.
Strong, loving, true, real, provides for my mommy and me.
Yeah that's right, he's my daddy.
I don't want a man just like him.
But my daddy what me to have a man who would make me happy.
That is what I'm looking for exactly.
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
'tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.
One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears.
As if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.
The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA
I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
When Good Of "EVIL," Run You Down, Remember
What Doesn't "KILL YOU," Only Makes You,
STRONGER, *Yes* Faith Can Break, But Our
Strength Of Heart Together, Shall CARRY, Beyond
To It's Highest POWER, Let Go Of Your FEARS, You
Are As Weak As Your Weakest Link, Don't
Patronize The Ignorance Of Foolishness, Bring
Back The LOVE, KINDNEsS, And CARING, We All
Once Knew, The Community...
Make It SAFE AGAIN, Towards Children's PLAY,
Not, "GANGS OF WAR," Bursting Into Plague,
Give It A Fighting Chance, Regain Your Balls Son,
Be Self- ConScience, Put Down That Gun, Don't
Leave Murder-Scream, Blood On Blood, Color On
Color, Doesn't Matter, Stop This Hatred, From
Ringing Out,Once More, A Blistered, Master-Mind,
Of No Peace,Kneel, Pray,To Our LORD almighty,
Rebuild His Gateway, And Reform The Community,
Back To It's Rightful Place...
Re: Richard Palmer Poem
I do not know?
Today we rise.
No more hiding in the shadows,
No more silent complicity,
for the actions of men,
brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.
Today, we rise,
Today the change starts,
Today we rise.
< The spoken word of what you were to me would be grandfather. but in my heart you were my father by every meaning of the words. You were my father when I I said my first word. My friend and friend through my whole life. When my birth parents wern't around, you rasied me as one of your own. My Father, My friend. you were my rock when I couldnt be strong. My guide when I was doing wrong. You wiped every tear I shed from my eyes, and always gave me a reassuring smile. Letting me know everything would be aright. My father, My friend. I'll miss you.My father, my friend. I love you. My father, my friend, I'll do what I must to go on. Daddy you are now and forever more, My father, my friend. God bless you. Amen.
It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend,
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.
DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.
From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.
Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.
Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue
what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.
Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.
Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.
Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.
I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
Because the burden of slavery is no longer on me
I've seen the thunder and the rain
But like a plant outside, only growth I've gained
Stopped by the police, he just wanted to see
What a black man was doing in a Grand Marquis
Was reaching for my insurance, he said it was a gun
Just a book about black man's struggle he had overcome
But see, he thought I was scared and wanted to hide
But I sat in my driver's seat with all of my pride
He couldn't get me mentally, so he drove away
Yeah I' black, and my car came from a mom who would pray
See these statistics say black males just fight, kill and fail
Do a poll on me, guarantee you'll change ideals of a black male
See you think my emotions are bursting at the seams
But I'm not an idealist, I'm a realist with dreams
My intelligence is leaving you scared, putting you in fear
Yeah I said it, didn't Tyson your ear so I know you could hear
The past is the past, back then they'd have to fight
But I don't have to cause I was born with rights
America loves to call black dads deadbeats
But can't acknowledge the ones finding their kids food to eat
My black mama did it on her own and never had to steal
And made sure me and my sister always had a meal
The first male in my family to go to college for a degree
Yeah look passed the nappy hair and beard before analyzing me
Been passing racial slurs generation to generation, it's time for an interference
Cause I'm not a colored man, I'm a man with a different appearance
Yeah Dr. King fought for me and other blacks
But he's gone now, so I don't need his actions on my back
Don't read me wrong, I'm thankful for what he did
But integration is wide open and segregation has a closed lid
These old racists need to go and plead the fifth
So that future kids can see racism as just a myth
Let this grudge end and just live your life
Cause you're only stabbing the Constitution with a knife
Thank you for the slurs, lynchings and KKK
Cause now you're all too tired to block the future so get out of our way
My father in heaven made me, so I was meant to black
He instilled wisdom in me, while you're intelligence slacks
So please tell me what burden do I have to bear
Success is my future and now you're in a scare
My light beams bright as the sun, you're unlit
Struggles are done, I'm hear to stay so deal with it