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Black History

It amazes me
They say all men were created equally 
But that’s denied throughout history
Theirs starts with constitutions revolutions and bravery
They tell us ours is gangs chains and slavery
It’s pretentious 
And I’m offended
You started the race just so you could win it
And they did…well they did
Until we realized that an eagle can’t be judge by its ability to be a pig
False metrics
A ruler being held by media outlets rendering our image helpless
They narrate that our great minds are bipolar, out of order or just selfish 
Encourage us to swallow your dreams 
Beat our women , eat our young and wash it down with the tiniest sips from their revenue stream 
And we say nah
Trick no good
Ms Maya Angelo knew
Sojourner too cause Rosa didn’t move so Mlk can spread the truth
I’m not the smartest man on earth but if I wanna change how history looks
The first thing ima change is what’s explained in our history…books

Long live Babylon America the great its the M night Shyamalan planet of the Apes

 Long live Babylon America the great its the M night Shyamalan planet of the Apes

Here’s the plan it’s no secret raise your hand and give the answer I agree with
Concentration of Indoctrination now we consider him a genius 
Don’t let him look into why Malcolm X wanted to separate 
Keep him chasing his tail in circles as we continue to legislate
Tell the only ones that’s special are the ones that did something first 
Ignore the names of those that change what was broke but now works
You know what’ll really knock ‘em out of competition?!
Tell ‘em their role models are ball players and musicians 
Let’s assassinate all they’re leaders and complain they’re all directionless
Police Kill off they’re strong men n women even though they are weaponless
But keep the freaks in the sheets cuz they women are the sexiest 
Add dope to their communities break down the family structure 
So it’s really sister Vs sister and brother Vs brother
Father out the home is more pressure for the mother
Strong and independent makes her think a pb and j can be jelly without peanut butter

So what makes you think I want a calendar with 28 days
With 28 names
Of 28 slaves 
Lead to 28 graves? I think …..We’d rather have our 40 acres…

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Love Is

Love is…
Love is like ….love is like, it’s like love is light, like how the moon loves the light I mean how the moon loves the night
How a scream loves a fright
How a swords loves a fight 
How a visionary loves their sight, right?
Love is like….
Love is like, love is life
Life is love like love of life is all we’re thinking of
Like feeling connected to the God above 
All because I felt you when you gave a hug
Love is… 
Love is…
Love is like not eating all day cuz I only want to dine with you
Love is like I don’t have to look for you cuz I cooked for you and you know I cook out of love
Love is like choosing you every day cuz refusing you seems like an act of hate
Love is like always knowing the right thing to say when we’re having a bad day 
When I find love I always have to redefine love 
Love is…love is people and people are unique
so love is different with a different definition for ever person you meet
Yea…That’s that’s what I think love is….

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Sometimes

Sometimes I feel trapped in my own body, and my environment is hell.
They say everything will be ok, they’re lying ,but they mean well
They can’t relate/
And I can’t escape/
And that’s ok...
Cuz it gotta be
The last train is coming and I gotta leave
We can share farewells, but just to be clear 
I haven’t been well cuz there’s nothing fair here
There’s only the things we accept and the things we neglect
The things we forget , and the things we forget to protect
There’s some things that we like and some things we desire
But nothing we love thatll make us say  everything n this set the world on fire
So sometimes...I feel... trapped in my own body and my environment is hell. Hey mo

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I Never Got To

I never got to love you.
Not the way I wanted to.
I never got the chance to wake up in your arms and see just how you start your day.
Because way too soon you took you away.
All you gave me was pieces and parts.
Little fragments of a broken heart.
You never gave me the chance to fit together the pieces of you.
I came prepared with tape and glue.
You never let me show you what its like to have real love, a real relationship.
Because before our love could sail off coast, you abandoned ship.
We spent sweet time that I’ll always be thankful for.
But truth be told I am still left, wanting more.
I wanted to fit your pieces with mine like a giant puzzle meant to fit.
But I’ll never get the chance because on us you decided to quit.
I wanted to see what we could be like as a whole.
But you ran, you left, you wont let me, you let go.
Weren’t you curious about us, didn’t you want to see where this would lead?
Or are you still running from your last relationship, still waiting to be freed?
If you ever want to change your mind and see this relationship through.
I’ll be waiting right here with my tape and my glue.

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Loves Bounty

Love has set a bounty y’all 
love has set a bounty for us all
When love finds you it finds you naked and afraid
Or armored and courageous …it’ll find you in your different ways
Yet still, none of us are prepared
Most of us are the former not the latter
Filling our day with things that don’t matter 
Like we have an inclination for conversations that sound like chatter with awkward laughter 
It’s like taking a shower in baby powder or with soap that doesn’t lather
We know love is out there …looking for us
We keep our heads down hoping not to catch its eye…why? 
Cause we’re not ready
No not so soon
We’re not ready to close those new wounds cuz they take attention away from those old wounds
And the journey we’d have to go threw is so new…
And new is scary…
Mostly because we don’t know if it means we’ll have to admit I’m not good at something 
Ohhh I was gonna get it together eventually 
I’m not as put together as I’m meant to be
Or that everything is not as together as It pretends to be
Still…love has a bounty for you
When it comes to collect
It don’t care about your regret 
It doesn’t care about your intellect
Or Your introspect 
It marches through harsh environments
To the drum of love songs you’re admiring and inspired with 
all the while tireless
You can’t hire it 
You can’t fire it
I just told you!!
It literally matches to its own tune
It is undying and unyielding 
It is protective and faith healing
And we run and we run and run 
And we make excuses that’s useless
Creating more contusions and confusion to ourselves and others
Love has set a bounty yall and it’s a relentless motherphukah

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Bread Crumbs

Her dad had took her camping all her life 
See her dad was a survivalist that moved her and her brother to a new city with his new wife
Every night she cried , cuz when mom died dad lied said he’d never replace her mother 
And her lil brother was uncomfortable with her tears and put his head under the cover
But she did find happiness with the families excursions 
Leave the city past the suburban
Their pilgrimages to the wilderness 
Where she gets to imagine her mom is back at home and not gone
Her dad used to say that
“where I’m from , we spread bread crumbs to find our way back”
He let her spread them sometimes and sometimes she’d count her steps in her mind just to pass the time
8 years go by and dad had a couple of divorces making bad choices, drinking and smoking has almost left him voiceless 
She went from being dads lil princess to being depressed
Sadness is relentless and with all this sorrow for tomorrow she’s defenseless 
She wants to end it all…
A pill bottle she stole from one of the ex wives that thought she was a real model
She sneaks to the woods she saw in passing a perfect place she had in mind
Past the city limits , right before the county line
She traversed over broken branches , slid down paths of leaves that moved like avalanches 
She listened to the birds chirping and chipmunks scurrying 
Her sunset scene was serene for self murdering
But she felt she must stop at the right spot to be her final resting place or was she making an excuse did she really want to ruin her youth?
When she told her brother and dad she loved them was she telling the truth?
Who’s gonna look after her father before he makes another bad decision that effects the way her brothers living
And is she truly really done with living?
Mama used to say life was a privilege 
She was inspired, encouraged to focus on the part of life she did love 
Threw that pill bottle that was filled up
She turns to head back home and then realized she had forgot the bread crumbs…

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Ice Cream and Whiskey

Lemon luminous lanterns soft lighting 
A breeze of Peppermint tea leaves or coffee feels exciting
Mellow melodic music makes for melancholy musings
Intense Incense that insists on being noticed
Pad of paper and motivated ink to create my magnum opus 
Fabric of old habits incapsulates the soothing 
Butter pecan but it’s more vanilla for this bowl
A tumbler of whiskey for when my taste buds are out of control
This amateur weatherman feels the wind slide in from the east 
Satisfied I’ve carefully curated my amalgamation of peace

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Camera Shy

8 or 9 dudes expecting at least 85 views/
Maybe a shot for the spot on the channel 5 news/
As he lay there imagining where his day went wrong/ with the only breath he has left cuz he won’t live long/
He’s wishing that he paid his child’s college fund in advance/
He understands that his chance won’t be great/
All these phones and no plans of an ambulance so it’s gone be late/
The wet amber veil distorts his vision of the patchwork quilt of baby mother cover/
Regrets of making amends and telling her how much he really loves her/
As he’s being shot from iphones from point blank range/
His brain strains to complain of pain and panic he desires to exchange/
There’s no words , adjective or verbs as he goes into shock , the numbness of the nerves/
Tragically he slides into silver slope of silent slumber, disappearing thoughts of his previous pontification/
He reaches his hand in his pocket, the natural response for the twitter notification/

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I Didnt

I didn’t get the chance to really date her.
I didn’t get the chance to even know her.
Not really.
I got the piece of her that was left after that first heart break.
The part that said  it, I’m good
Instead of who she was before she knew what love was
And what love isn’t.
I didn’t ...know...her.