What good is love, when guys and girls are whores?
What use are we, when all is the libido?
Good girls on their backs, bad girls on all fours,
secretly swoon for guys like the Mandingo!
Like “Deep Throat,” all women like giving oral;
and men just ask them if they spit or swallow?
Some men prefer to give a woman a**l;
and whether he's the Greek god of Apollo,
she'll act as though she loves it (bondage; gangbangs;
facials; threesomes; hotwifing with hung, black bulls;
and cuckolding—if guys could mount like Mustangs!).
Despite all of their lusting for pussyfuls,
men just want a loving lady of the Nile,
a beauty, an angel that is his maiden;
but a sweet talker, a prince charming with style,
women die for (a philandering Satan!).
O, the deeds that we do, but never discuss:
for The Age of P**n, we bend the knee as slaves!
Honor in public, without moral compass,
are deadly secrets taken to the graves.
Categories:
mandingo, america, desire, humanity, life,
Form: Ode
From Love To Lost"
Thinking that you are the girl made of red,
Hoping you could change my wrong to right,
But you was the one who make me wept
Many times I was called Mandingo-drum
But I didn't listen, and I was so dumb
Though, I didn't take heed to their words,
Yet you still make me felt so worst
Not a day you weren't my first thought,
But, it was futile, because there's no trust
Thinking that the pain I'm felt was from afar
But you gladly showed it to me that it wasn't far
Yet still I showed you love full of weep
But, you see it very far to reach your so called beep
Listening to the voices that say one day my love will reap,
Was the only thing I could do to give me peace of mind
But you didn't mind if I go mad, after all you wasn't mine
I thought by showing you love could make you see only red
But sadly to you, I am way too dead
Categories:
mandingo, africa, bird, birthday, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
From Love To Lost"
Thinking that you are the girl made of red,
Hoping you could change my wrong to right,
But you was the one who make me wept
Many times I was called Mandingo-drum
But I didn't listen, and I was so dumb
Though, I didn't take heed to their words,
Yet you still make me felt so worst
Not a day you weren't my first thought,
But, it was futile, because there's no trust
Thinking that the pain I'm felt was from afar
But you gladly showed it to me that it wasn't far
Yet still I showed you love full of weep
But, you see it very far to reach your so called beep
Listening to the voices that say one day my love will reap,
Was the only thing I could do to give me peace of mind
But you didn't mind if I go mad, after all you wasn't mine
I thought by showing you love could make you see only red
But sadly to you, I am way too dead
Categories:
mandingo, africa, bird, birthday, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
Thinking that you are the girl made of red,
Hoping you could change my wrong to right,
But you was the one who makes me wept
Many times I was called Mandingo-drum
But I didnt listen, and I was so dumb
Though, I didnt take heed to their words,
Yet you still make me felt so worst
Not a day you weren't my first thought,
But, it was futile, because there's no trust
Thinking that the pain l felt was from afar
But you gladly showed it to me that it wasn't far
Yet still I showed you love full of weep
But, you saw it very far to reach your so called beep
Listening to the voices that say one day my love will reap
Was the only thing I could do to give me peace of mind
But you couldn't mind if l go mad, after all you wasn't mine
I thought by showing you love could make you see only red
But sadly to you, I am way too dead
Categories:
mandingo, 3rd grade, 8th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Thinking that you are the girl made of red,
Hoping you could change my wrong to right,
But you was the one who makes me wept
Many times I was called Mandingo-drum
But I didnt listen, and I was so dumb
Though, I didnt take heed to their words,
Yet you still make me felt so worst
Not a day you weren't my first thought,
But, it was futile, because there's no trust
Thinking that the pain l felt was from afar
But you gladly showed it to me that it wasn't far
Yet still I showed you love full of weep
But, you saw it very far to reach your so called beep
Listening to the voices that say one day my love will reap
Was the only thing I could do to give me peace of mind
But you couldn't mind if l go mad, after all you wasn't mine
I thought by showing you love could make you see only red
But sadly to you, I am way too dead
Categories:
mandingo, 3rd grade, 8th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Thinking that you are the girl made of red,
Hoping you could change my wrong to right,
But you was the one who makes me wept
Many times I was called Mandingo-drum
But I didnt listen, and I was so dumb
Though, I didnt take heed to their words,
Yet you still make me felt so worst
Not a day you weren't my first thought,
But, it was futile, because there's no trust
Thinking that the pain l felt was from afar
But you gladly showed it to me that it wasn't far
Yet still I showed you love full of weep
But, you saw it very far to reach your so called beep
Listening to the voices that say one day my love will reap
Was the only thing I could do to give me peace of mind
But you couldn't mind if l go mad, after all you wasn't mine
I thought by showing you love could make you see only red
But sadly to you, I am way too dead
Categories:
mandingo, 3rd grade, 8th grade,
Form: Rhyme
BE AWARE MANDINGO MAN…
Be aware Mandingo man---
Its open season---
The pack-hunting hyena like
Human predators are roaming
As if on an urban savannah safari;
Be aware Mandingo man---
Its hunting season---
Ebony hued panther sheen males---
The game of prey to be picked off
Like coconuts from mothering trees;
Be aware Mandingo man---
It’s shooting season---
The hunters have set their sites
On sable skin male dears
Who must trod urban trail ways
As if cotton balls bouncing on thin ice;
Be aware Mandingo man---
It’s still
Strange fruit
Season---
Today, there’re no sheets to warn you;
Be aware Mandingo man
It’s you know what
Season---
The streets are the new killing fields.
Be aware Mandingo man---
Be aware:
Pow!
Categories:
mandingo, allegory, america, analogy, black
Form: Prose Poetry
So you’re her saviour
God’s gift to woman to savour
Six packs and thorax like a superhero
Shoulders bulging like a Mandingo
So you’re a romantic, a charmer
Body built like a hummer
My role as decided by this lottery...
Jealousy for this great robbery
A senseless inference
She’s a woman of great deference
A notion your eyebrowage fails to apprehend...
The indifference to the delicacy of a rose in that vice like hand
Return to the caves
And stop breeding in droves
So I can never have her hand
Because she’s wired...
Categories:
mandingo, heartbreak, jealousy,
Form: Rhyme
Glancing towards his p***s my eyes did
Seeing the heaviness and the DAMAGE that this man could do
Never understanding the full meaning of laying down PIPE
Cause when he entered me I felt my pelvis start to collapse
Is this what I have been longing for a Thug Mandingo from my own hood
It took a while before my p***y realize that it actually had to expand beyond the width and
length from previous hosts
The only thing I could do is look him in the eyes as this man grew and grew
As my p***y started to caress and hold him too….
Categories:
mandingo, lifelonging,
Form: Prose Poetry