Oh why do you judge me before I speak?
Why - for my skin?
For my language?
My name is…
The judgment is quicker than a bullet.
Millions of thoughts and knowledge apprehended.
Yet one comes to mind.
Why is life so harsh!
Why is everyone so short sighted?
Am I to be in my own kind for all life?
Am I different?
You don’t make eye contact with me.
For what you hear.
Rise above.
Rise like the phoenix.
Join me in a union.
Busy square around me sucking me inside
Keeping me from seeing what's on the outside
Building shell surrounds me squared off like a hide
Standing on a corner; a square; a block; that's wide
Quilted district patterns are mapped across the land
while larger squares protruding shows zoning had a hand
Suburbs of the city squaring boundaries they have spanned
When all that's left are gullies squared by nature that are fanned.
Dysfunctional Interventions
Dysfunctional interventions
Spiritually twisted at times
Not to mention these convictions
weighing heavily above me
Who are you to judge me?
I have one life to live
What, do you have more?
The way you skate on thin ice
you should already be sore
Those notes written across your lips
that you spit so swift
like a bat out of hell
Your soul you try to sell
Oh, but wait…that’s your wishing well
What you wish upon me
Shall be done to you
Cause God don’t like ugly
If only you knew
My demeanor is refreshing
Always count my blessings
My ambition is so futuristic
But you push me off to the side line
Like your quarter backs fill-in
Could you tell me what the deal is?
Maybe he is prince-charming
With envisions like me
But you turn it into an investigation
Like it’s a crime scene
Is it a crime to be happy?
Or is this jealousy and envy
that surround us constantly
Explanation from ignorance doesn’t suit me
Knowledge from wisdom circulates me frequently
These extremities exceed
The means of living way beneath
And these proceedings from predictions
Are dysfunctional interventions
By: Aleasha A. Martin
How am I suppose to protect your heart?
when you hide from me and play games in the dark,
and you run from me and I don't think I can run that far,
and I really don't think I can even run that fast.
Just stop for a minute and tell me how you're really feeling,
I'm asking for one minute maybe I have the answers for all your questioning,
maybe I have all the answers that you've been seeking,
stop for me because maybe it can take just one minute.
Tell me if you hate me or if you really love me,
because it you're playing games with my heart, there's somewhere else I can be.
I know a lot of the times I'm the only one who can't see,
but be honest, because I can find somewhere else to go to sleep.
My voice can be gone, but I can still tell you that I love you in all my writings.
And you can be blind, but I'll be honest to you I still won't start lieing.
I don't pick up lieing, because lieing is not really my thing.
Lie all you want, but you still won't hear a lie coming from me.
It's a long way down and a long way back up.
It's a long, hard road, you're much to quick to act grown up.
We've got money from the drugs we sold,
and you and I are not too old,
To cry
or laugh.
Or just run... run away.
Insane or just alive, maybe somewhere in between.
We've got to feel it to survive, we've got to find out what it means.
Come play the piano. Come, we'll write a song.
I've been wild like a lion, but never near as strong.
So hold me up,
then let me all.
You can have me now,
take me all.
But with the kiss of light on the horizon,
From a darkness you kept your eyes on,
But couldn't see into.
I'll float away.
I'll take your hand and drift away.
You thought you had me bottled up for all infinity,
But it's the other way around. I'm not in the universe...
The Universe Is In Me
And this money keeps us free.
It's a long way down and a long way back up.
High and can't come back. Too far, too grown up.
as i roam my city streets i hear gunshots rein
i see junkies in search of crack it's an everyday thang.
standing on the corner begging for change at the store
chasin the first high they had once before.
gangbangers keep the hood hot with the foolishness they bring
most can't take the heat so to the feds they sing.
don't do the crime if you can't do the time
this is my report from these streets of mine.
from my eyes to the paper from the paper to the screen
this is my report of what i have seen.
police ride constantly through the hood in search of crooks
i guess i fit the description so at me they look.
harass me for no reason so they must let me go
should i act a fool this time i say no.
though i deal with problems of all sorts
i stuck to the topic which was my hood report.
I’m feared; I’m hated for my own belief
Have to contain all my hatred inside
Lacking in love and I’m living with grief
Hope for redemption within me has died
You need me to blame me, as your scapegoat
You scorned me you made me, to hate your ways
And invented laws for cutting my throat
But you failed to see the end was ablaze
Hiding in public with eyes bowed to ground
Unseen and obscure, unknown and untrue
On tiptoes in darkness without a sound
Veiled in suspicion all movement in view
The wheel of destruction rolls down the hill,
How will it all stop, when will it be still?
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Boys and girls,
Everyone else in the world wide world,
Spread it across the universe,
I’m proud to announce to you,
The punk boy of all times.
Yes, he’s a distasteful, disgrace of all mankind.
He’s not his, hers, and for darn sure not mine.
He dropped me more than a few lame lines,
And in time in love with him I fell.
Then, he started to show his true colors.
Yes, that ninja gave me pure hell.
He loves no one, not even himself.
This trifling ninja uses his genitals for wealth.
He’s bad for my and his own health,
A bad hand of cards in his life is about to be dealt.
Well today of all days,
I truly say that I announce to the universe,
A true curse.
He’s not his, hers, and for darn sure not mine.
Rodney D. Mack ,
The punk boy of all times.
wrote 2-20-10
Penny for your ino-'cents'
Lure you to the dark side
Take a wiff off ecstasy
While I hook you like a kipper
I sell it easy, Sweetness,
You will not know you're buying
Until you're sitting in my palm
A-begging for some more
Look me in the eye, FreshMeat
Swear to me you're had enough
And I will laugh, pure mockery
Your words aren't worth a damn thing when actions scream out their consent
Your mind is like my instrument
I'll play until the strings snap clean
You say "no", but it says "go"
You scream "Stop, don't" it cries "DON'T STOP!"
You seem upset and ragged, down
Let me remind you how I won..
You took the rope... you bound your limbs
Said, "Just one hit? Won't hurt a bit."
Hurt much?
hurt much.....
..........hurtmuch
Oh, I bet it do
Pain is not love’s enemy
As I’ve constant-ly believed
They’re brothers. They’re, Fratelli
Where one resides, the other strives
Oh, what a dream it was to think,
That our ol’ cruise ship will not sink
The pretty clouds I floated on
Were laced with pins and things so sharp
Sharp enough to pierce the dream, that it could be reality
How was I to know you weren’t, that angel you professed to be?
How was I to stop myself, you were my pre-cise ecstasy?
My lesson’s learnt, now, Casanova.
Thought-that you-could turn me over?
Oh no.
No, no no.
You fooled me once so shame on you
Your beauty was an ugly thing
A snare produced for fools like me
And, those eyes...
Mmmm... that voice.
If honey could speak, you’d be it. Hands down
Sweet, sultry serenade,
Fairest features ever made.
You were such a masterpiece.
A Monet, if you please
Master of disguise, oh yes
I should commend your flawless lies,
They had me twisted round your pinky
Glad that I now know you baby.
Read your book from, ah back to front.
Next time that-I see your face, I’ll see the snarling, stalking thing
The thing that led me down this lane.
The thing that tuned my love to pain
I love to sit on it,
And ride without a saddle.
It’s stronger than a stallion.
Riding it makes me sweat all over,
Especially down under in my Australia.
I curse often about how my down under
Feels when I bounce and pounce on the dark horse.
The owner often grunts, curses, calls me names,
And forces me to ride harder with no remorse.
I love such torture.
I love to feel it slide as I glide sloppily,
On the dark horse that belongs to my daddy.
My boobs bounce like basketballs
While I lie on top sideways or sit up so tall.
Daddy sucks and bites my morsels
While he dunks my rear,
Up and down,
Like an Oreo in milk,
On the horse you know.
I never want to get off,
Because it gets me off.
Having that strength poking me,
Feels heavenly.
I love to feel it slide as I glide sloppily,
On the dark horse that belongs to my daddy.
Romping on the reptile,
Drives me wild.
Playing hide the lizard,
With you.
Cures me from the blues.
Ascending and descending
On your dark anaconda
Is a workout
Harder than video’s from
Jane Fonda.
Slicking your lizard
With my mouth or my cushy
Makes me know
That you’re no wussy
You’re a strong, sexy man
With my wanting tail in your hands
Guiding my tail up and down
Or stroking in and out
Hiding that lizard
Making my body shake, gyrate,
And swivel
Riding and romping the reptile
Certainly drives me wild.
Standing there, I'm looking at you stupidly. You are going on and on about how you are
going to take me out of this world, yet the blade moves no where. I should be scared but I
just have a notion to laugh. You are busy trying to fit in with your so called friends, that you
forgot that I am the only real friend you have got. You try to be tough just like all the rest
but when the night is done, its me you call to talk to when things go wrong. Yet here you are
with a blade at my throat whispering in my ear that you don't really wanna do this and that
you love me. I laugh and your grip gets tighter. I finally close my eyes and tell you just to go
what you gotta do. Suddenly you release me, ignoring your friends calling stuff out and beg
me for forgiveness. Friends are friends to the end. You mess up so that we can pick you back
up. That's what true friends are for, we are the real friends.
i’ll tell
you baby
what wanna do
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"Some Understanding of How I was made"
how i believe, i became a slave
by a set of mind beading hip-no needling
that begin with a cocktail of mind seeding potions
that had me barking by preschool
and remembering memories that everyone i knew
said that i never did, and said that
I was to tiny, i couldn't have as a very small child
so why won't the guilt go away?
now listen to what i have to say
there are ways to make a girl, lose his or her way
and you just found, one of the very many
so began the fear of knowing
that rich demons, have dirty plans for me
made me cry uncontrollably
and now in the understanding of who/how to make a slave!/?
by:lyricvixen
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