Now, is it a Hood requirement
to be a hot mess?
Young single mothers
with children who remain Pops-less
Maybe it's because their pops left
Or maybe its the scars their pops left
That has disrupted proper progress
Into a beautiful young Goddess
With respect for herself
making brothas try their hardest
Walking tall and standing proud
While finding time to remain modest
But instead these young women take their worth
For a hell of a lot less
known as no more than jump-offs, tricks, and baby-mamas
to mothafuckas who stay pot-less
So where the fuck are THEY pissin'?
I think there's something missin'
They pledgin' allegiance to drug and gunslingers
Livin' lives so unforgiven
but this ain't the wild west
Yet these damsels in distress
cling to urban cowboys
whose everyday lives remain a test
Guns in holsters or maybe tucked in their jeans
Under their white tees and vest
Mean muggin' block huggin'
And all without a second guess,
Threatenin' to leave haters layin' with a hot chest
All the while provokin' a future
An inevitable cop shot death
Damn, how much love y'all got left
For this life, young men and young ladies
This was not the forefathers' dream of how
we should be raisin' our babies.
It's almost got me thinkin' lately
Am I the one that's crazy?
To not adore hood life and uphold
how my momma raised me?
Heh, I'd rather have rabies.
So anyone who doesn't like that
may pants ain't saggin' can bite me.
Me join the black man statistic
band wagon not likely
My aim is to do the right thang
So call me Spike Lee
Now I'm not sayin' hood stars
should be just like me
But you get what you put out in this world
Let no man, no society, no location define you
Only God is your judge, so live a life of divine truth
Pull ya pants up, put ya guns down
Shut down the hot block circus
And stop acting like ghetto clowns
Young women, you are the most beautiful things
On God's green earth
Look in the mirror and realize that NO man
can validate your beauty and your worth
Be masters of your own destiny
Fuck what these music videos depict
Don't let them get the best of thee
Those are lies, the only truth is self
And that's a truth more valuable
than any amount of wealth
What good are dreams
not physically manifested?
How can you truly be free
When you glorify being arrested?
Life should be grabbed by the horns
Leave every obstacle contested
and overcome them
Paint a bigger, better picture
than the one hangin' on the fridge
You can't see life from a different side
If you don't cross the bridge
Got too many brothas seein' the other side
Strapped to chairs
or spending their last days starin at cell block walls
in a life that may not be fair
I just know it hurts to know
that so many of us are there
So as I wake up every mornin'
and walk through my Hood
dreaming of a life that would be so good
I ask in the mind
Is it really a Hood requirement
to be a hot mess
or to count down the days
your young life has got left
I close my eyes, shake my head...
And all I can say is...
God Bless.

Real Woman

This is another old poem that I wrote, during a year that I guess I was just feeling all sorts of way about love and relationships and such. Enjoy.

I want it real, my woman
Real woman, I want you
Show me love with no gimmicks
Dispel the artificial
You are true to who you are
True to what you do
From every move you make
To every breathe you take
Every word you speak
Is like heaven to me
Why go to church when I’m already sanctified
In your presence
I can feel your essence
You are my sophisticated lover
My mental stimulant
Enthralled by your intellect
Compelled by your drive
I’ve never felt so alive
Inner peace knows no bounds
When you are around
I can clearly see
You are for me
You are about me
And what you know about me
Is what I know about you
Our compatibility is justified
As our personalities coincide
With one another
You are a real woman
You are truth
You are balance
You are nothing less and nothing more
Than what you are
You are my heart’s star
You come so real, my woman
But real woman, where are you?

Seasonal Love

This is one of my older poems that I really enjoyed writing. Hope you enjoy reading it just as much.

From the first meeting it felt like Summer

You were hot like fire

From your body to your mind

I burned with desire

Our chemistry was undeniable

Sparks fly like a July 4^th night

And even between the sheets

Making love so sweet

The night and the bed begin to sizzle

As we become hot and bothered

As the sweat endlessly pours

While our bodies lay intertwined

A personality so cool

I call you my Autumn

At first your barriers were high

But as our love grew

You threw your inhibitions

To a late September wind

And let your wall fall

Like the leaves in October

We grew even closer

To form a love like no other

Like many loves there were times

When our love grew cold

Like a Winter night in December

The look in your eyes

An uneasy glare made of ice

Arguments as bitter as a blizzard

Ups and downs of sever pain

Like a frigid snow

Leaving us with the hope

All will blow over

As if it were mid march

When it is all said and done

Our love can be summed up into one

As what we have is Spring

We have our days of rain

Our days of pain out in the cold

Our days of warmth

When our love is ever blossoming

And I get captivated

By your cool disposition

We tend to stay in line

When the weather’s just right

‘Cause you are my seasonal love

My year round love

My day, my night

My twinkle in the moonlight

The one I cherish for every reason

For all seasons

Untitled

I wrote this at a time where a lot of things were going through my mind at the time, a lot of frustrations, questions, for myself and for the subject.

Feeling so fucked up in the head
Dejected and left for dead
Inside of my own heart
Where do I even start
With the way that I am feelin'
A love so unappealing
'cause it poses as more of an apparition
Non-existent in my realm of livin'
Guess deception is the gift
That keeps on givin'
"cause it teaches a new lesson
For every fuckin' time
That a brotha's stressin'
I'm not who I was
So who I am just can't tolerate
Such extraneous bullshit
Fuckin' with my mindstate
And I ain't got time to wait
For children to catch up mentally
To their adult statures
Acting on a higher level
Where they were meant to be
Thought you were meant for me
But the harsh reality
Of the situation is that you
Were just a pipe dream
Can't believe that you
mentally piped me
Turned me from who I am
to a figment of my true self
And it wasn't even like
You were after my wealth
'cause you were with me
when I didn't have it
And my heartstring, yes,
You grabbed it . . .

Before I could finish this stream of thought, I was interrupted by a long phone call. I'm not in this place of feeling anymore, far from it, so I can not finish this, but it came so deep from my heart at the time, that I wanted to share it regardless.