Best Fleek Poems
Get up MacD, smashed it again, get up and work it old man
Them cows are swallowing all the apples down
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Mrs D, girls on fleek, cluckada clucking, their bountiful asses
Not pushing out eggs, I’ll tell the bae’s their busted
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Don’t get me started bout Bungey
Stupidest dog, digs holes, thinks he’s a rabbit
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder yeah
Oi!, don’t leave me hanging here at the window
I’m puffed up, moonwalking, strutting my stuff
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Morning Mr, Mrs Mac you were asleep, while I was bringing it
What's that?, racket? suns bit extra this morning, yeah it's well lit
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Ya going down the Orchard? see the Chicks crib?, yesss lets burn the roof
Hmmm, the local café might sell apple flavoured lattes
Cuc-a-dudal-du, I’m da Roostar, pump it, louder, yeah
Entered in the Personification contest
Placed 6th
The Rooster, written 14/07/2019
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
You best check your arrogance
there is a difference between narcissism and confidence
If you don’t know the distinction my dear, it’s not your competence
It’s this damn social media filled nation-
Shoving it into your face, to the point of suffocation
Find validation and victory in your accomplishments
True beauty is found in things like your heart or intelligence.
Because defining who you are in your appearance alone in itself
Will only leave you thirsting for more - and destroy your mental health.
Drinking from the social media cup is like drinking water from the sea
No matter how many “likes” you get; you will always be left thirsty.
When kindness, knowledge and your sanity-
Are more important than your vanity
That’s being true to and loving yourself
Can’t nobody put that love on a shelf
It’s okay to spend time on your make-up and hair
But if you don’t have the time- don’t worry, don’t care
So go ahead, let your style be on fleek –
and if you enjoy it, work on your physic.
To all the girls and women everywhere
We are stronger together so don’t compare.
Because another’s beauty is not the absence of your own
You are worth so much more than a perfect picture on your phone.
Love yourself more than your selfie -Know your worth and times it by three
That’s the amount of respect you should come to expect from anybody.
And yes dear, yourself included.
Please don’t let your self-image become convoluted.
Be strong, brave, clever and kind.
Because the things that matter come from your heart and mind.
Being a teenager is hard.
You go to school
listen to people talk about you
They worry about your shoes.
They worry about if you “on fleek”
but they don’t know that you really
wanna play hide and seek.
People don’t understand the things that
teenagers go through.
Teenagers have a lot of peer pressure
and people are rude.
Teens have to deal with people who
think they’re better than everybody, even you.
Life of a teen nobody understands
Teens wish they had someone to
understand and someone to grab their hand.
Teens wish they could laugh and play
but now they have to Oh! watch their babies all day.
The world that we live is cruel
and filled with so many fools.
Teens, make sure they have good grades,
afraid about what their parents will say.
There’s a lot of violence and crime progressing
but there’s nobody doing any time.
In this world all you hear about are the gangs
and the guns that go bang!
Life of a teen you wouldn't understand
there’s nobody to grab our hand
I make a cup of coffee, and bathe in its perfume
And add some chocolate cookies til my diet must resume
I pray the photographer doesn't see that I have gone food rogue
Cuz like he said, "Chubby chicks will never grace a page of Vogue."
I'm careful because my Chanel gown is white and never sold
In the kind of stores where I can shop, or any shop, I'm told
And very soon they'll call me back to set to vamp and pose
Hair perfectly coiffed, make-up en fleek and Louboutin on my toes!
"I've chipped a nail," I mumble and three stylists all jump
And while they're at it one applies some hairspray with a pump
A gorgeous man in best black tie approaches me and grins
"I am your partner for this shoot. Cheri, you are so THIN!"
He takes my hand and helps me up, I teeter on the heels
He holds me close and says he needs to take me for some meals.
He bends his face and parts his perfect lips to plant a kiss
But instead I feel a liquid spilling and wonder "What is this?"
Loud noises filter in my brain and break my daydream's hold
The liquid was my coffee spilled and sickeningly cold
I grab a paper towel to wipe it off my kitchen floor
But being nine months pregnant makes it hard to do, for sure.
I refocus on the noise I hear and realize it's my boys
Two-year-old triplets ready to trade a nap for toys.
I pass the hallway mirror, see my hair a mess, I'm round
Not the model from my dream, but it won't bring me down.
I walk into the boys' room and all three reach out to me
And the hugs and kisses given no French model could exceed
I love my boys, I love my life, even in a cheap stretch jean
But still and all, I did enjoy my lovely little daydream!
1/13/2017
Lift me higher than the clouds
I’m shoved into dark shrouds
We blend like coffee and Boba
I haven’t seen any flaw
In you…in you…deep in you
I’m missing my other shoe
We woke up in each other’s embrace
I still have mercy and His grace
It all happened at 3 AM
It all happened at 3 AM
I wear you
I smell you
I snuggle you
I taste you
What else d’you expect?
I crawl on you like an insect
What else d’you expect?
I dream of you
I suckle you
I think of you
I stick to you
My eyes are weeping
Deepening in my ruins
My mouth is dripping
Thrown away in a billion bins
I find myself inspired when you are around
You are brilliant…sky from ground…
If I were yours, I’d be happy as hell
If I were yours, I’d get outta my shell
Listenin’ to iheartradio on fleek
Actin’ like a drunk, foolish geek
And this all happens 3 AM
And this all happens 3 AM
What’s wrong with me?
Laughing out loud at 3 AM
Drunk off of happiness
Drunk off of joyfulness
Free like a sun-shining sea
Let me go because I’m a seagull in the sky
Because…I can’t go on with you – a burden I can’t deny
I used to love someone like you
I used to love someone like you
I can’t recall now
Somehow,
You made me sink in my daydream all over again
I deserve paradise
Making love to you in ecstasy
I roll the dainty dice
Vogueish design got me wondering:
What if I was famous and rich?
You’re my trend and you got me pondering:
Why do I feel like a wrecked game glitch?
Demolishing destruction in a minute’s time
Constructive chit-chatter is what I need
I need a friend by my side…I’m an almost rhyme
I have humility at least, not your greed
Why all this writing at 3 AM?
Because I’m that awesome, who gives?
Why can’t it be at 3 PM?
Because it wouldn’t be as effective…
You tell me you like root beer float
Whatever floats your demented boat
I’ll be wearing my 1980’s, fuzzy coat
Sorry, honey, I don’t vote…I don’t vote
At 3 AM…at 3 AM…
But, I do vote for poetry at 3 PM
Fornification is my sin and I can't put down my hands because I confess this to Him and He is a merciful Lord of Hosts, but I vow...I'll not be married or be in another relationship again due to my many breakups and heartaches alike
Owning up to my name and I am proud of my fame, though it didn't give me fortune
Racing up and down the road with my favourite bicycle
None of your business - come over here and be mine, bae and I will make you feel on fleek
In and out of me, I need a fix and my bones are rattling from the pop music that is therapeutic to all aspects of my life
Feeling myself on beat...feeling myself in rhythm...feeling you in adoration's admirable atmosphere without fear...without the shedding of tears
I love you forever and ever...no one is gonna take you away from me...maybe, I'm obsessed and my head is in the clouds as always
Can't stand the silence between us...there's the truth behind lies...we are on the same rowdy bus...don't wave your casual goodbyes...
And I'm sorry for committing fornification... the frustration is regretable and unstable, but I am able to heal slowly, but surely...
Tension is here...I can feel it...listen! Pay attention...lust and passion are my downfalls and I have not ignored His calls...
Isolating myself was my coping mechanism for far too long...I can't even show my face in public because I'm outlandish and unique...I'm afraid to be judged wrongly...I felt all the emoticons on your iPhone...
Oh, it did go over my head...you are living your life in South America...but we are very similar...I loved Skype Calling you - it was such an awesome experience, but it ended abruptly because I reflect weirdness and I'm awkward as hell on Mount Everest...I'm stronger than I realize, I'm not alone and I'm not a failure...I will fight with my might to fight the urges that led to my one and only ugly, deceiving sin - fornification
Nothing can undo the past...the urges come back to attack; alas, God has my back
Obviously positively negative or negatively positive...going through pros and cons in my daily routine as time flies by oh so swift
Painstaking tears are like waterfalls...tasting the different and diverse coping mechanisms of life as a whole...chaos and peace takes its toll
Isolating myself from the loud crowd...introvert and extrovert time and time again and on beat on fleek on the drums of my numbing noggin
Neglected, rejected, accepted, fascinated...odd, but true, having no clue what to do
Invigorated by opinions, pure or impure, that are 8 shades of grey...but hey, let's be redeemed and esteemed by God Most High, a God of truth we can't deny...so, evaporate the fear and lies in your mind's eye
Oblivious to the dilemmas that were aiming my way, but I'll bite the bullet all night and day...awfully offended, maxed out like an overused credit card that's been spent on and now jaded; somewhat apprehending this personal apprehension, hoping you can emphasize this envy I hold with me in my woes and worthless wallet
Nothing much on my mind, but never denying the power of God's hope and faith...gracious evermore in the sight of my Priceless Father, unlike any other
Shame on me for being a rude dude or an insecure individual; I must have that oh so familiar, yet unpredictable attitude of optimistic aptitude...graze in your own maze, heart that is a numb drum in my chest, thumping with anger still unknown to me...but an anger that's self - absorbent and self - opinionated...sophiscated and arrogant - instead, I should be simply humble and undoubtably confident
Us girls, we worry about our hair.
and what we wear.
Girls worry about their weave
and believe that they can achieve.
Us girls want loyalty
and boys who treat us like royalty.
Girls want to be your honey
not spend all your money.
Us girls, are classy
but sometimes Sassy.
Girls like to stay away from the drama;
so when she get a job, she see commas.
Us girls, like to go shopping
and get ice cream with alot of topping.
Girls, they like to have fun
but we don’t like sweating in the sun.
Us girl, like talking
and we do a lot of walking.
Girls make sure they eyebrows on fleek
so they won’t be on hide and seek.
Us girls, worry about getting our nails done
and making sure we got a perfect bun.
Girls likes to go and run
and have fun with their loved ones.
Us girls, worry about out shoes
and we like to refuse and confuse.
Girls, like to go to the teach,
but don’t like giving speech.
Working day and night for minimum wage,
Building rage because the feeling of being locked in a cage,
Dreaming of my time on stage.
I don't want this life forever!
Struggling to keep it together,
In a relationship that wont last a day past forever!
Hair on fleek, swag on 110,
soul on 0%, brain near the end.
Pass the Kush, I'm tired of living in the fallacies of this dry ass reality.
"Turn up, burn up"... This ain't me! I can't even look at my reflection in the mirror and not shatter it with disgrace. DISGRACE.
Thoughts. I have about 110, that wont see the day of light, just the pad and pen.
Lost in a whirlwind, this world wont protect me.
Equivalent to a shoal of piranhas eating my brain, which,
unanatomically drains my heart.
My heart, beating fast at thoughts of my past, sending fear to my future.
The obstruction of vision, causing the dread of the next moment. Content with two feet glued to the ground because anxiety of the next step could be turmoil.
Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc. Time is ticking, this is sickening!
My accomplishments, I have none, they're missing.
My peers, look at them!
Instagram famous, living life shameless.
But that ain't me.
I'm on a soul search, trying to break free.
Free of society withhold,
Free of material things and the stress and confusion it brings.
There's a storm in my soul, and I can't swim. The world won't save me!
Jah, Jah can you hear me? I need you to guide me through reality,
because sadly, I need you badly.
Think, your rhymes are quick and rapid No record, on the wall? Aah! Snap, it went placid Tell’n me all how, you did this and that, rat a tat tat but it doesn’t matter, coz when it hits the fan, you are shattered Your rap's are just RIP’s, while tryn to give your cousin’s, the slip
You ain't lived the Dozens and my roots, aint under your whip While your mind's a buzzin, you want respect, show me your intellect Not how many, brother’s and sister’s you done rekt Your eyes roll on fleek, coz now you lost the beat Let me, slo-mo matrix’s style and then repeat It’s not bullet time, so just chill and don’t take the pills The drugs-n-thugs, got swept under the rug, need a refill? Thinking, you’re off the hook , read a book! Absurd, you think but in word, you’re just a reverb
Bravery is expensive...you're brilliant, bae, on fleek
Admirable you found me attractive - let go and let live
Eh, arrogance ain't in my blood, but humility from on high
Change is what we need to do, a perfect crime
Working 24/7 on lazy, crazy, busy, fussy days…gone astray, going cray-cray…
Focused and song-tracked at the same time
I flawed flawless on fleek, being a geek…seeking praise in many a-weird way…
Obviously, I’m a joke not taken lightly
Obliviously, you choke on blameworthy words
Stop YOUR Scrutinizing that you do so easily
I made up a new genre called “rop” – part pop and rap… as absurd as hatebirds
“I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sickah” –Beyoncé “Partition”
Beyoncé’s halo shines bright and she goes beyond say with her every action of saturated satisfaction and glamorized interaction, a daily diva decision
All eyes shower me with stage fright and yes, I quoted the Queen of POP
You got a prob? Don’t be a snob and chuckle sob…because it’s my job to get people giggling with poetic fiddling…and I will not put it on a STOP
From a distance, you can be merry and party when you see my reputation go from a fame-fairy skyscraper to a rodent, barreling in the filthy ground
I have bled out crimson creativity
Naturally, its this ink I called alienated ambition
It’s my cemented ink exclusively
Apparently, they say that I have naïve intuition
I’m Sorry
I’m sorry that I am a girl and I like to be a girl,
that I like to dress up on special occasions,
and my hair to have a little curl,
I’m sorry that I show my shoulders,
just to feel content,
and spray my perfume to have no smelly scent,
I’m sorry that my makeup is a bit too much,
and my eyebrows are on fleek,
oh sorry I'm not the one to be meek,
I’m sorry that our society sucks,
be yourself they say, as they discriminate the things you do,
but I am telling you that I will have no part of the societal flux,
I’m sorry that I want to be myself,
and do what I do,
while they treat me like a doll forgotten on a shelf,
dusty, broken and blue,
I’m sorry that I want stand up for what is right,
and walk towards that good ol' bright light,
only so society can put me down just out of spite,
I’m sorry that I will not let Society put me down,
because they all treat me like a clown,
I’m sorry it makes society feel good,
they should call me Robin Hood,
I’m sorry that I make you uncomfortable,
but deep down inside I am bit dysfunctional,
I’m sorry that I want to be me,
while I hop up and down with glee,
I’m sorry that I want to be girl and I should be a girl,
that I like to dress up on special occasions,
and my hair to have a little curl,
Oh no need to worry,
because I’m really not sorry.
-Mia B.
You had said you wanted me to try and explain just how I feel for you,
Well I guarantee you baby girl the feelings we share are mutual,
The love that I have for you is so very real,
So sit down for a moment and let me tell you just how I feel,
Their might be some other girls that happen to catch my eye,
I'm a man, yeah baby I looked that I can't deny,
But there will never be another girl that holds the key to my heart,
I gave it to you with that ring knowing nothing can tear us apart,
We might have some bumpy and rough patches along this long road,
But I promise to love you the way I do today past the days that we grow old,
I look for way more in a girl than just nice butt and beauty,
You've got the entire package love, Beauty, Brains and Loyalty,
Not having to worry about you cheating is a Blessin,
With lips, hair and make-up on fleek teaching all these other girls a lesson,
You'll never have to worry about me stepping out of line,
Ill be just like a dog with a bone protecting and loving what is mine,
If your ever thinking to yourself am I really enough,
Think back and remember this when times start to get rough,
Then maybe it'll help you see,
Your everything I'd want my wife to be,
Seeing as how I asked you to marry me,
No other girl could ever compare to you,
How is this for saying I love you,
Dedicated to a disorder I call as my own: It's called the OopsieDoosie haha (:
Guiltiness leaves me numb and dumb
Addictions fade and addictions cumb
I just don’t know why I’m so brainwashed
By the technology of 2016…my voice is hushed…
In poetic language because the world doesn’t read enough
Things are getting quite rough and I’m trying to be tough
I gave in to my lusts…
It’s like untrusted trusts
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Dreariness leaves me instead…
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Drowzy and lazy
I am busy and crazy
I can’t afford
Being bored
Holding the laptop in my lap
Until I found out…sick crap
And I will change the subject
I am a wandering insect
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Dreariness leaves me instead…
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Sex is a drug in my mind’s eye
I wave bye-bye to that shy guy
I was long ago…
Well, the wicked wind still blows…
Yeah, I know…
Well, the blessed breeze glows…shows…
Cuz I rept what I sow…
No one cares though
They don’t mind seeing me in pain
In this healing rain, d-d-driving me insane
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Dreariness leaves me instead…
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Emptiness inside of my head
No thots…just colors instead
And I am indecisive Gemini…
I can’t deny or simply lie…
I daydream all day
And I sleep at night…
Only sometimes in a way
I seek His light flight (His easy-going spirit to glide like an airplane in the sky)
Sometimes, I cry myself to sleep
Becuz of my lack of sleep, I weep…
These scars are so deep – I am a creep
But, a happy-go-lucky geek…
And soon to be on fleek…