Mother/Freak

I see you behind that Mirror
posting in lingerie yet fixing eggs on a hot plate
showing all yall goods to groups who divide...
open your wet lips talking bout Smash or pass
dont care for background cause background has trash
or three kids looking at there Mom say Bad Bitch,Bad Bitch,and then say dont post
on my real page
Mother/freak

I dont care
I got Moms on dot.com or .orgs
mostly Faceboook private groups
sneaking round in darkrooms
some of yall are over 40 ok its do you time
but what bout moms who ages are nexts door
neighbors lets pretend and see a disguise nobody will see our truth
Mothers?
do you think thirsties wont find you
when you lock away in a box who do you
look at UMM...I know..... you

Spouse

why you do this
I lend a hand decline where I stand
turn away backstabbe by the person I gave help too
why do you say this and intervene when the rolling comes through
say this,hold that, don't be smart,and forget
me.
Damn...
the woman I love had two kids by another brother
she wore a silky shirt tainted by the deodorant he wore
calling his name when the Bump & grind
saying give me a sexy name ........damn well she lying
by another so here rock hard and sizzling to a degree
asking,wondering,could it be truth or playing a game of cards
and i fold cause i lost the woman i came to arouse
why you doing this to me??

Anxiety Test

I been Avoiding the truth
afraid to look into the mirror
instead I rolled in my car pasting the truth
thinking it would somehow fly away or skip town
all the lies and truth cant bring me to the one thing I foresee
unloosen grip felt anxiety skin deep moving under the surface underneath watching locals basketball looking for a answer
its do or die tomorrow test and cant find a cheap way to pass
i honesty needed it hope for it but only looking at myself
seeing the failing truth but only hoping to pass
somehow someway some idolize feature I  pray

Wordz

I swore I was born this way
down to the color i am to the hazel eyes
bit of hot headed and a humorous side
I was the source of all the jokes
trying to marry women before we made eighteen
broken hearts and smashing roses
I swear i was born this way
darker then the most i wore howdies
and look broken educated yet demean by the father figures
so i turnout to the alcohol drinking full bottles
... now look for the turn exit doors burn
poetry is my emotion by the pain
i am not your expectations......

NewBorn

Unborn Child

I never got Chance to see your face
kissing your small Haitian Cheeks
decades past and years closing in
keeping a solid gip on life its harder to comprehend
Foodstamps shortages,no joke finning for a meal.
Ticket say nomo ill be outti

Unborn Child

Remember the good not overal past dues
Create steps to follow and not sand dunes
if i wake tomorrow in a upper room
tell mama let lights shin in a negro
spritiul to harmonies the mood
i wish i had another moment to capitalize
for you  so out of all the angels i met
god sent mine to replace to a unborn caption
came in my emptyspace so i love
you and this is truth

Unborn Child

this is for you....

Black Scripture

see im fretful tonight
feet is hurting body shiver
holding signs yes im Black but
i am not a N***** Dont say it people
this land is our just as little yours
sweat picking cotton gotten sick lay dormit
body roteing i am sick as I can beat
people breAK the darker corners cause the black
they couldnt see yes i am Trayvon martin
skittles and a ice tee yes i am black NOW WHAT DO YOU SEE??

MotherLand

Africa I am
Born to be a heritage four fathers
beating a Bingo Drum be awaken Africa
String a bee Honey blood to paint this world
Walk with the surface of ashes beneath my swift feet
when the world is a cruel masterpiece!
I look unto a cloud only to hell cometh down
awaken African Soul

I am greedy tho she seem to love
... me stubborn to be hug yet her arms
wrap my attire motherland so far
when tears come onto the plains
isn't that sunset I see when Africa
peaks over the darkest rest
and dust of Africa raises again