hip hop junkie

Dear Lord,

I'm a hip hop junkie
and all it sells
please don't let their words
send me to hell
because
their lives are not my reality
they are
strictly entertainment to me
but my pastor says
their music is
blasphemy

But I can't lie
I like how the beat
makes me move my
back side
and I
envy the sexiness of her thighs
and I
like how they dress up and get fly
and i wouldn't mind
one day
ridin' one those rides

but

Dear Lord
my kids like the same songs
and they sometimes sing along
but I don't want to go to hell
for the stories hip hop tell
or the sex it sells
but
I'm a hip hop junkie
and all it sells
please don't let their words
send me to hell


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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.




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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?