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Anti-Social

They call me anti-social
As if I could care less
When I'm on my own
Is when I'm at my best
A room full of people
Socializing and being equal
I could care less to be in attendance
But I guess its about remembrance
But being a Social butterfly 
Is not in my agenda
I prefer to dwell in my own hacienda
So I will be anti-social
And leave the pro-social
To the locals 
For now that's my focal

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Truth Hurts

lets take a closer look
open up the good book
you'll be amazed at what you see
we as people think we free
but the bible says we living in slavery
welfare and section 8
government taxes that we must pay
project living
dope dealings, robbings and killing
fiends on the prowl
while dogs constantly growl
crack pipes in the streets
who can stand the heat?
living paycheck to paycheck
trying to figure out our next step
paying the bills
but yet and still
we in the same predicament
dreaming and wishing for lottery settlements
not knowing who we really are
steady wishing on stars
not knowing esau from Jacob
they showed our people such hatred
yet and still we kill one another
well look closer because that's your brother
we from the same tribe
our fallen brothers that have died
are turning in their graves
while you shoot, kill, rant and rave
they died for the cause
while you fools shoot just cause
they want to kill off our society
were becoming an impropriety
people walking in the streets
protesting for what they believe
police only patrol the hood
while they treat esau's people all good
Jacob gets the ladder
our people steady getting madder
esau sold his birthright for a bowl of lentil soup
then gathered up his troops
and made slaves out our people
then wrote we created equal
yet we are the minority
but by who's authority?
but the bible clearly states the truth
that we the 12 tribes came from Christ roots
ceasaer white washed their faces
during the rebirth of the white civilization
our birthright and heritage is what they have taken
truth hurts that's why I wrote this poem
because so many of my people are still unknowing

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Runaway Child

When she hurts me
I hide it inside
Secretly feeling like I've died
17 years I been there
How could Tony ever compare
Hospital after hospital
Sickle cell crisis
Real life emergencies
Never once did I leave your side
Now you use tyshawns mom as your alibi
How much more hurt is to come
Keep saying I'm done
At night I lie awake
Trying to relate
Pondering if i can equate
I smile but I'm broken in two
But what can I do
Trembling inside
Wish it was all a God dam lie
Seems like the longest ride
Don't know if she safe or ok
Hope she comes back someday

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Rape

as i tell him no his eyes turn black
he grabs me by my throat and throws me on my back
as i try to crawl away
he kicks me in the face
blood pouring from my nose
as he rips my pantyhose
i yell get off of me
as he takes his hammer and slams it against my knee
he drags me by my hair 
up the foyer stairs
i continue to plead no no you don't want to do this
he slaps me across the face and yell shut up witch
he climbs on top of me 
and rapes me forcebly
as i scream for him to stop
i hear something pop
he grabbed his gun and took that fatal shot
everything went dim
the last face i saw was the face of him

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America

If you think I am mad
Then you are wrong
I am indifferent to how my ancestors were done
Raped, beat, slaved and hung
Yet you say we still singing yesterdays song
Babies scorched in cotton fields
Farming and harvesting for someone else's yield
Nationally known as Willie Lynch
I'm dropping facts I'm not giving hints
This is about what they did
Not what they didn't
We are the true decendants
They stole our very remembrance
Once they took off the chains
They left psychological scars and stains
Yet they got no repirations
Can you equate to their pain
Let alone this conversation
Not meant to offend
Its about ancestry dividends
Every nation had its hand in America's 
Melting pot
When Christ returns things will get hottt
No more identity theft
They painted his face 
And tried to hide what was left
War=America 
Prisoners of war = 12 tribes of Israel
We got a bad deal
Don't get upset I'm just keeping it real
They took the natives land
Then offered a helping hand
Put them on reservations
Called it social meditation
They took ships to reach the 12 tribes
They came with ruffles, bullets and bribes
Africans and Arabs sold them out 
For spices, wine and guns
Nothing is new under the sun
This is not just another poem
So if you think I am mad
Then you are wrong
I am indifferent to
 how my ancestors were done


07/13/2018

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Sunset

As the sun disappears below the horizon 
Making the sky murky and dark

Hues from the atmospheric particles act 
Like a prism and retract the light

The clouds slowly embark on their journey
To blanket the softness of the night

Fireflies light up the elements
The wind is in favor it takes up residence

As the stars ascend into view
Yielding off a luminous hue

With a everlasting perpetual
Brilliantly intellectual

Pristine in its design
Immaculately defined

How do you interpret
A sunset

How do I get my pen to illustrate my
 thoughts
Behind this impeccable view
Can this paper perceive the beauty in it to

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Art

As I stare at this blank canvas 
I wonder what to create
Should I write what I feel
I ponder if anyone can relate
Art in the form of words
There is no canvas that goes unheard
As I reach deep inside my mind
Gauging what's my biggest crime
I would have to say it's art
Now follow closely because this will get dark
Don't get lost in the shadow of my arch
There is no sun where the sun don't shine
I hope you listening close because that was a punch line
Art comes in many forms
I try to create outside of the norm
I was pronounced different from the day I was born
Now don't get torn
This is not sympathetic art
This is real raw lay out your heart
I make a puzzle out of my words
I like using synonyms antonyms and verbs
Not a shattered illusion
But a microbial infusion
Tell me can you follow
A canvas so hollow
Bruised at its outer edge
Heart still beating
 But inside it's dead
Yet you can't help but stare
Would you buy it? 
I bet you won't .. I dare

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Police Brutality

Anger amongst my people
From all the police brutality
Resulting in so many young
Mens fatality

Our hands are up
Don't shoot
Don't stomp us out 
With your boots

We face down on the ground
Don't Use your billy club to pound

Police shoots and kills
Then gets off for it
This can't be real

Don't use unjust violence on me
I'm a citizen
We as a race should have known better then

Don't shoot 
I'm going for my identification
Such a racist nation

If police started killing off Caucasians
Then it would be a situation

Don't shoot
I have a kid in the car
Pow pow pow
Now you went to far

How many shots does it take 
To subdue a man
2, 6, 20
Explain officers so we can understand

This is our justice system
Systematically killing blacks
How are we to commemorate
When we under attack

Bias and unjust
In America we don't trust

Police brutality
What's your rationality

Repression and criminalization
Of an entire generation

Racial disparities
Giving us welfare and calling it charity

Our ancestors built this place
Yet a white officer is present 
in every black mans murder case

Stop don't shoot
My hands are held high
Pow pow pow
Another nigga dies tonight

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There Was a Girl Who Had a Toy

there was a girl who had a toy
this toy brought her so much joy
but little did they know he was creeping in her room at night
he stole her innocence from her he had no right
so she held onto this toy made it her getaway
so when he came into her room she couldn't see his face
the toy took her to better places in her mind 
while this pedaphile plays with her behind
she tried to tell her mom
but she'd always say not now
this pervert took her innocence
it's so sad makes no sense
people tell fairytales to make life seem better
but for some all they know is stormy weather
while she lives out the real
Her mom says its no big deal
Her very essence hurts
while this pedaphile does his dirt
at the age of 5 she's bleeding from rape
yet no one around her can see pain in her face
who will protect her? just this toy
because its the only thing in life that brings her joy

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Shape

Glanced in the mirror 
Didn't like what I saw
All of that junk food I bought
Packing on the pounds
Now I just look round
Gotta start eating right
Gotta start running every night
I'm so out of shape
Gotta do what it takes
Double chin on my face
Can anyone relate
Ice cream and cookies
Rolls and muffin top
I'll never get any nookie
I did this to myself
I now realize I need help
Gotta get up off my ass
And join a weight loss class