Angry

Do I know her

I knew you before this life

Or our other life 

We crossed paths on a daily basis 

You smelled natural 

Like 20 acres of daisies

You stole that look that i only gave the woman who raised me 

You are everything that's not what we normally see

Like a infertile woman suddenly giving birth to a baby 

magnificent beautiful like the sunrise on the shores of south beach 

Your eyes paralyze my soul 

Everything went black but you still glowed 

Steps became slower until they were frozen 

My view was personal 

No space just us enjoying the visual 

I wanted to touch your skin in the literal 

Picturing us on the couch cuddling in an unfamiliar living room 

Conversing with myself within my mind 

Like…..

Is this really you 

...

Mr. Policeman????

Mr Policeman why you wanna shoot me down?

You scared cause if I reach puberty

I’ll compete

Rebuke defeat

No feline but I will always land on my feet

Keep the knees on their necks

Is what you preach

To your next generation!   

Of hatred

Is crazy how Christians adopted and expanded slavery

Hung a black man for exercising his bravery

Thank God Im not Atheist

The craziest thing would turn a schizophrenic sane

But those antidepressants keep them depressing

Issues that are really not impressing

Im starting to feel like

You be like

Give them minimum wage for life

Don’t forget the Popeye’s alumni

They watch us with a hawk eye

Then pout whenever we assemble

Avengers of the N word

A flower was meant blossom

Have you ever seen ...

Become A Real Man

In my lifetime

I have realized that there are countless people in the world

Who take part in childish acts to be realized

Enacting 16 bars

To only reside behind steel bars

I know your type

Envious eyes

Lips that spill lies

Like coffee stains onto white rugs

Heartless emotions that scream

Love me

Curiosity made you try drugs

Your insecurities made you embrace it

You feel naked whenever you’re in the same room as a real man

Your every move is predictable

So hollow and stiff like a tin man

Learn to lean but never fall

Like a kick stand

Be the opposite of that man

Be a real man

Read between lines

I was told

If I ever wanted to be the man

I would have to stack white as tall as ten masters

Opposite of young thug

I was created as a man

I refuse to toot it and boot it backwards

Like the scare crow and the tin man

I seek answers

Spent ten years in a hibernating stage

Heavy thoughts of the right way out of the struggle

Bled onto the page

Counterfeit artists and Uncle Tom activists

Misled a colorful people to blossom within the gray

Where no one looks for love, guidance, or wisdom

Secretly formed alliances

Between politicians, war lords, and criminal organizations

But I am just an ordinary man

Who listens to the wind

Talks to the earth

And read between lines that are purposely blurred 

Schizophrenic Media

My life has been shaped by those who pretend to listen to the voices

In poverty 90% of your time is dedicated to being what they show you on television

I had high hopes because I was told I had access to unlimited choices

But my choices are truly controlled by mass media

BET told me that it is okay to sell drugs, rob, and kill

It is okay to consider college but they rather see us serve in the military

TBN will pray for me as long as I have monetary incentives

Fox News say people like me are too fragile and sensitive

CNN pretends to love me but thrives on my pain

Deflategate has seen more press coverage than the million homeless children in America

No wonder we are confused

If mass media were a person it would be a schizophrenic money hungry dude

My choices are truly limited

My school curriculums never spoke of Nat Turner, Mansa Musa, Marcus Garvey, or ...

The Boy who was taken by the streets

R.I.P Lil Merv

Too young to be took

But its crazy how something this drastic must take place

For us to look deep inside beyond the cover of the book

Above the dope game robbery is what we have accomplished

Taking lives like a crook

You can choose to follow the status quo

Or you can plow a new road where freedom and hope roams

From Overtown, Liberty City, Opa-Locka, Carol City, Perrine, Goulds, Naranja, Homestead, and Florida City

We are all fighting to survive in a system where no one is meant to make it out alive

Why should I kill my brother when there has already and currently a genocide against those who look like you and I

But I disowned those streets the moment my daughter exit the womb

I am her lighthouse and her safe place

So I must stay strong for her to keep a safe face

Borrowed time

My life was over before it began

Mama use tell me… “boy you almost didn’t make it”

I was heading the wrong way up the birth canal

May be I was afraid of this world knowing the pain that my kind has felt throughout history

May be I was better off as a little angel flying through heaven’s nursery

But the outsiders insist that I break free from my time capsule

Which held me for 9 months

Within that time period I was nurtured by the upmost High

He told me stand strong but bend along with change

Like palm trees erected stories high with thin stalks and massive roots

Protect your soul from the serpents who slither below

I was called to duty before I had a chance to see the light

I was that statistical baby that should have not made it

The umbilical cord wrapped around my neck like a noose

My journey to this world has ...

Cost of war

Wars are created on the backs of the innocent

Greed triumphs the population who settles for less

Who instinctively says they have come to help and the Lord knows best

Their truth is violated and abused

They are in love with living

Wars are engulfed with potential revenue

Life is discarded like fast food paper towels

Whenever that population shoots back it is considered a flagrant foul

Wars pluck the youth from this earth like prepped turkeys

Countries are fowls that are roasted by the artillery that wars have delivered

Magazines emptied into residences

Words litter the walls

The ground shivers

Frozen eyes silently tell horrific stories

Cities fall like toddlers stomping Lego skyscrapers

These crying souls are stacked forty stories telling forty unique stories of betrayal

Wars are fed through umbilical cords that are chaine...

Black Boys

Black boys lost in time

Lost in time before they can speak the line

“I do”

Lost in time

Adolescent intercourse may produce a seed

But they can never father a child

Black boys why do you run wild

Like brush fires

Why do you restrain from good

Are you, me, and them

Addicted to the hood

Or is it our internal tribal instinct that cloud our minds

You are Kings imitating peasants

You are rich

But you wander the earth like a blind man with no direction

Fascinated by your erection

You abuse the laws of creation

It’s hesitation whenever responsibility emerge within the conversation

Black boy abandon those corners and raise your daughters

Save your, our sons from the oncoming slaughter

Black boy aren’t you tired of fighting yourself

Like Cuban Gooding Jr.

Angry

They purchased us in bulks

Stained are past that negatively shaped our future

Then tossed us into society’s trash

We are labeled as illiterate addicts

Our thoughts of true freedom never escaped the attic within our minds

Trained to minimize rebellion

Keep your hand out like apes within a cage

Hoping for some sweet change

A little food stamps or welfare

Which never make it past the 15th day of the month

Keep your handouts and incentives

Keep your false empathy

I would rather have equal education

Than to be placed within a group to be later judged

For accepting what you have provided for my kind

I seek social justice

From the corners, shelters, schools, colleges, work space, and political offices

I lack credibility because of the color of my skin

Whenever something is stolen I am the first to be que...