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Edward Rashada Poem
Could i ever fill my father's shoes,
I don't know for i never knew the man whom
belonged to the shoes i was supposed to fill,
He was a nomad, a wanderer no doubt
Its evident for i have brothers and sisters here and about
We've met briefly maybe once or twice
I saw a slight resemblance in the face and the eyes,
sometimes i ponder and i wonder if they wonder as i do
will we ever be able to fill our father's shoes?
You see dad was a drug addict, a playa, a hustler deep in the streets
for thats where he was a star and performed the most amazing feats,
Like Michael Jordan he got higher than any kite and sometimes
he made it home some nights and like any provider he did what he had to,
to survive and make ends meet and that in itself was amazing with all the
setbacks that came with being a victim of the streets,
So dad i love you even though you gave mom and i the blues
because through all the setbacks, hard knocks and rough times
i'm standing here , a stronger man with a lil room left in your shoes.
Copyright © Edward Rashada | Year Posted 2006
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Edward Rashada Poem
Susta please !
whether you be video vixen, educated Mrs., domestic goddess
or around the way girl my mind is your world
and i'm still feeling you,
when I envision your dimensions
i can't neglect the urge to submerge in your wet intellect
beautiful queen i mean you no disrespect but i haven't
a clue how to approach you and i only want to come correct,
give me insight , enlighten me, open my eyes and show me the new peaks
and horizons i long to see because
I'm still feeling you
I offer you my full submission as i stand at attention
awaiting asscension, give me the key, teach me what it is you need
show me where i need to be and how to get you there with me because
i'm still feeling you
what is it that i can say that may buy me an hour or two of your time
not to get into your head but to let you into mine because
i'm still feeling you
i could blaze for days about how i'm feeling you, I'm feeling you
like a fat girl filling spandex, like extra money on my paychecks,
i'm feeling you like a mental ****** during foreplay right before
all day sex just tell me what to do to get you to feel me the way i'm
feeling you because
come sunshine or rain, hell or high water
beautiful queen with all of my being
I'm still feeling you!
Copyright © Edward Rashada | Year Posted 2006
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