Show me what you got- America

I think it is so impressive how some people can sit down and write poetry without even really thinking about it. so I wanna try something new, well to my blog. Show me what you got, but its gotta be poetry (whatever your definition of poetry is) and its gotta be about America, the good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly. don't go writing it down first either. (although I don't know if you did or didn't) Just let it flow, don't worry about rhyming, grammar, just let it flow. Have fun.




Don't forget to check my other blog Obama Mama, the wife and mother.

The heart of this woman

Thrice,
I carried you in my womb
and miraculously,
you grew
when I thought their would be no room

Every kick you dealt
made my heart melt
Every ultrasound
made my love
more profound
every stretch mark
strung you closer
to my heart

Every time I hold you
I think of everything you could do
Every time you kiss me
I think of everything you could be
Every time you say mommy
I think of how you grew in me
Every time you cry
I wanna know how, why
and what I can do
to help you get by

"I love you"
I can now say with ease
and every night
I pray for you
from my knees
for God to keep the devil at bay
and the trouble away
for you to have wealth
measured not only by money,
but by physical and mental health
for you to learn your lessons
and to recognize true blessing
for you to know love
because there is nothing above

I never knew
I could love this hard
or this many
But because of you
my heart has grown plenty

Three little heart beats
I felt in my breast
I wish I could've kept you there
safe from the world
and all her mess.

I love you babies

my friend, would you tell me?

If I wore my black hair
slicked back
with a blond ponytail
hangin' off the back,
would you let me go
out the house
like that?

If I was beatin' my kids' asses
for no apparent reason,
would you sit down and talk to me
or let my kids take
unnecessary beatings?

If my breath
smelled like garbage
on a hot smoldering day
would you offer me a tic-tac
or just send me on my way?

If I was sleeping
with a married man,
would you tell me
that my soul is going to hell
or would you wink
and never tell?

If my poetry was boring
and sounded like shit
would you tell me
it was great
or that I need to quit?

Think of friendship
and what it means to you
little white lie or absolute truth
and if the tables were turned
what would you want
said to you?

This is why I love her

She's really bringing black love home in this one.

black poetry vs. other poetry

On my quest to learn more about what I do, poetry, flow or whatever you wanna call it, I have some questions? Is there a difference between black poetry and lets say white poetry? Is black poetry its own genre, and if it is should it be? Do we black people bring a different funk to poetry? Or is my writing, and others who write like me, even poetry?

Oh America

"Ain't this America?"

My Brother Don ask,
*I laugh*
yeah, it's sad to say
but from Kentucky
America
does look that way

Ain't this the place of Opportunity?

Yeah, that's what they say
but if you go to the projects
it don't seem that way

Ain't this the land of the free?

That's the question
for all my brothers
locked up in penitentiary

Ain't this the land of the brave?

If you can call
bullying brave
then i guess you can
look at it that way

Ain't America the spot
where all people melt
into one big pot?

Too many Americans
think not

Ain't America the land
with an election,
any citizen can be
president
I thought so,
until Bush became president
once
then again

Does Obama stand a chance?
Well, this Is America
Ain't it?

Favorites: Music and poetry

I'm looking for your favorite poets. I love writing poetry, but I must admit I haven't read poetry, other than people's blogs or in poetry groups, since I was forced to read it in High School and college. So when I was asked, "Who is your favorite poet", I was a little embarrassed when I couldn't come up with one. I started to just say Maya Angelou, but I didn't want to get caught in any lies when I was asked which poem I liked the best or to recite a line or two. So I said, "Jill Scott". What? She's a poet. But let me know about your favorite famous and infamous poets, so that I too may find my own favorite poet.



Also, I'm looking for some good love music to add to my play list; something to read to. I got a few of my favorites on there, but I want the readers to have something on there they can read to. So let me know.






One more thing, is it true that when it comes to poetry, our generation, can't get pass the hood life? That we equate poetry to rap? Which leads me to another question, is rap poetry?

A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS.

Hey Boy

Karrie B. put this one on my mind. So this is to all my girls out there that got your eye on a fly guy, don't' be scared just tell 'em....
Hey boy
I'm digging yo style
and I like what you about
hate to sound too straight forward
but, you make my kitty kat meow
everything about you
turns me on
from your broad shoulders
to your chocolate skin tone
Even your cologne
got me want'n to visit your home
is tonight ah-ight?
you gonna be alone?
but on some real ish
I ain't tryin' to scare you
I'm just tryin' to figure out
whatta diva gotta do
to get near ya?
Hey boy,
what I'm tryin' to tell you
is I wanna be yo boo.

Check yourself

The other day
My husband came home on some other crap
A bad day at work or something like that

He walked through the front door
he didn't even say "hi"
he just started going off
talkin' 'bout,
"I can't even get by
without stepping on toys
and why these boys
sitting in the house
not making no noise (anybody with a black mom knows why)
just sitting here all quiet and sh!t
boys need to be outside
playing with rocks and sticks
go on, get out of here
get outta my face
do something,
or clean up this place"

'bout time he got done with his rampage

somebody got whooped
big girl hollered
and I just looked,

"Oh hell naw,
you got you me bent
after all the time I spent
cleaning and scrubbing
and washing yo funky clothes
cooking, tending
and wiping yo kids nose

I'm gon' tell you what you need to do

Take yo black @ss back out that front door
come back later and we can try this once more"

One of the boys stopped crying from being whooped
Big girl hollered
and he just looked,

"Big Girl go on in your room with all that noise"
He bellowed as he walked across the floor
and out the front door.

The boys came from their room and just looked
Big Girl didn't holler
and I continued to cook

About an hour later he returned
picked up Big Girl
and kissed her on the cheek
play wrestled with the boys,
then came to the kitchen
where I was finishing the chicken

He walked to me and turned me around
put his hands on my nice round
butt; and kissed me on the lips
"That's why I love you"

"I already know,
you ain't gotta tell me this"

Gold digger

Is it just me or is talented or Semi-talented writers, rappers or whoever is making these songs, spending way too much time giving gold diggers, hoes and freaks too much airplay? They don't know any nice women to talk about? At least Tupac made a song about his moms. Do they even like nice woman? Or do they wanna end up like Easy-E? The song I had in mind when I wrote this was T-paynes "i'm in love with a stripper" I like the beat and everything, I even stripped for my husband to the song, but I wish they (writers, rappers, whoever) would stop following his example. Good girls need love too.

Gold digger quit digging for gold
'cause what cha gonna find
is a big chunk of coal

Don't you know
That just cause it glitters
don't mean its gold

You gonna mess around
and find yourself old
with no one to hold

gold digger
I ain't trying to tell you how to live your life
but everything that looks nice
ain't nice

Don't you want somebody
that with a look
send shivers down your spine
all the time?
'Cause he could loose that money anytime
And you ain't always gonna be a dime

Gold digger,
I'm tired of you giving us a bad name
Nah, stop. You ain't gotta explain
I know what its like
to be broke
have a mother that's broke
and a daddy that's a joke

But I don't know what its like
not to love or be loved
I couldn't imagine living my life
only searching for dubs

So Gold digger
stop searching for Cap'n Save-a-hoe
and go to college
get some knowledge
and make your own bank roll

Quit digging for gold
before you end up with
a big lump of coal
I like to call an @sshole
His attitude stanks
but he ain't sh!t
Yeah he got bank
But everybody know
you ain't his only b!tch

Whats the matter with a man willing to work?
Gold digger,
does hard work sound that berserk?
Nah, he ain't making six figures
but if he treats you better than them hood n!ggas
What's to figure?

Gold digger
look beyond the price tags
and the coach bags
and look at the bigger picture
love and happiness don't come with a dollar figure

Gold digger
I ain't trying to tell you how to live your life
But come on
do what's right

LOVE A PERSON FOR WHO THEY ARE AND NOT FOR WHAT THEY HAVE.

Never too tired

Went to work and slaved all day
Man I can't wait to get home
plop on the couch
and just lay

Traffic was horrible on my way
late picking up the kids
they added another fee
for the delay

Man, I can afford to pay

Husband working late again
so my rest time can't begin
until I get finished
cooking din

"Mom, I don't like that
Mom, I don't like this"
dinner is not gonna be
as easy as I wished

9:00 daddy still not home,
so bath time is on me
and bath time is not easy
when its one to three

I have to fuss at the big one
help the middle one
then chase after the little one

Man, I just want this day to be done.

10:00 husband finally gets home
with weariness in his eyes,
but happiness in his voice
pats me on the butt
and tells me I'll always be
his number one choice

Because of the way I hold things down
Because of the way I seem to never frown
Because of the way I step up when he can't
Because of the way I think

I couldn't respond
I was too tired and blank

11:00 I finally plopped in the bed
with thoughts of a good nights rest
in my head
But my husband wanted something else
instead

I looked in his sexy brown eyes,
then said,
" I only have an ounce of energy
but you best believe you can have all that's
left in me."

I'M NEVER TOO TIRED TO GIVE MY HUSBAND THAT!