Us

Are You Sober?

I seem to be in a 

Purple Haze

To the sky

I often gaze

Amongst the mortals 

the muses try to engage

However they seem more conflicted than amazed

Kisses left upon shoulder blades 

arouses mouths to proclaim names

Many have tried, yet unable to claim

The Molding

Forevuary 12, 3018

Poems 4 The SHAH

Nothin' But A Number

I wanna let you know

You're always in your hay day

This frame cannot interpretate the metaphysical

In tune with far more than the physical

Time not only exists, it transcends

I had to endure some things to comprehend

That the stuff that's ill has been brought about to make one wield the pen

Breaking the curses 

&

Begin to create one's own myth

Etched in a legay of revolutionary verse

Yet still remain in place to make you moan with desire

Feel me

I wanna feel the fire

Of slow dancing in the kitchen

Listening to NPR

and frying you some finger lickin' chicken in nothing by the apron you brought me

Melting on my tongue like Necco wafers

I inhale deeply 

Allowing your scent to dance in my nostrils

And though we are 2 decades apart in this realm we call t...

SHAH's Gotta Have

U

Caress me like Jamie

Confident like Greer

Laid back like Mars

Picking on me 'cause 'ery now and then I vist Jupiter

Allow me to be yours

Darling

Accusing me of working roots like I'm from the bayous of the

NOLA

but you know that this Middle Georgia lady has

Montezuma coursing through her veins

Secreting echoes of the SHAH

Declaring that the land that he cultivates and irrigates is

His

                                                                           &n...

Sweat

Sweat

And I ain't talking 'bout the hotel

Knocking doors

ringing phones

Leave us 'lone

pretend like no one's home

Sweat

Like royalty upon the bed in the chambers found in the palaces of

Nepal

Being punished with tongue lashings on chocolate covered body parts

Not too wet

Not too dry

Sweat

Adventure never ends

Sneaking around like lecherous teenagers

HOPEing that the summer is full of the exhilaration of

almost getting caught

Yet, never breaking a

Sweat

                                                       &...

Adult Children

Rolling necks and eyes

Raging hormones

Full of pride

All signs of adult children

Hot Cheetos and Takis

are essential to their diet

All their friends are doing it

so why can't they try it?

The mentality of  adult children

Left alone to fend for themselves

while mama is working or clubbing or texting or taking selfies

This is the plight of adult children

Public educators allow them to sleep

while life passes them by

grooming them for prison or the welfare line

Listen to the cries of adult children

Knowing every dance craze

but lack revelation

Doing anything for attention

Giving into temptation

This is the life of adult children

Can talk about sex

making babies galore

Since they ain't on t.v

Their lives they abhor

These are ...

Teacher

Somebody is watching me

I don't know who

But 

I can feel their eyes

With every movement

They sit

Quietly 

Anticipating

my next action

So 

I choose to

RISE

to every occasion

For I know that my next step will bring

Contemplation

Once

I 

thought of myself as a 

nobody

Overlooked and

Unappreciated

Just another statistic

in this crazy 

mixed up world

Chained 

to the role that society has created for

Me

Only able to accumulate and

assimilate

with the scrapes of 

Fate

that have been placed before me

Then

resounding in my heart and head is

Somebody is watching me

But who could that possibly be?

Shame, Shame, Shame: For Mommy

I was born into a generation of women

who fed themselves

Last

To ensure that their babies went to bed with full stomachs

These women

whom were touched before their

"Time"

Only to be classified as 

Fast or

Loose

By the men who were supposed to protect them

Realizing too late 

That their absence

negligence and

lusts

Created these beautiful monsters

Addicted to the finer things in life

Only to afford 

Food stamps

WIC milk and

Gobment cheese

These women

who worked

3 jobs to keep

3 children fed and clean

Considered less than 

Their friends who decided to get married

and stand by their philandering husbands

Who absolutely love to 

Creep 

with women lik...

For The Love

Some people do it for the

Fame

Bright lights, big pipes

To be ahead of the game

Aiming to be Destiny's Child

So everybody say they name

Some people do it for the fame

Some people do it for the 

Feel

Satin and lace

But nothing can replace what is

Real

Some people do it for the feel

Some people do it for the 

Dough

Pat it and roll it

Mark it with a 

B

Put it in the oven 

for all the world to see

But when the taste leaves the mouth

The bitter starts to show

Some people do it for the dough

Some people do it just to be

Seen

Booty shorts and Jordans

Lace front weaves

Sweet little babies falling prey to schemes

Some people do it to be seen

Some people do it for the 

Make Up Kisses

I missed you

He say 

But his face looked more like

Where you been 

I smile ever so sweetly

Walk over

Stand on my tippy toes to give him a kiss

I missed you too Bae

That's why you haven't called all day?

He says

Last night

He told me that he wasn't into the sappy

Love stoned girl that 

I was becoming

He told me to get a grip

That this wasn't a Disney channel movie

and our Enchanted forrest

was hidden by

Ambulance howls

Lovers screaming at one another

and beautiful black people being unlawfully attacked

Our mission

went far beyond

Lit candles

Rose petals and

Cooked meals

The Revolution has begun

and in the time of war

We must show no love

Everything he says

Final Call

Dear Minister Farakhan:

I greet you sir

As-Salaam Alaikum

Sir

I am 

admitting to you

that from being

Saturated

in European commercialism

That I

The poet

Known as

Alekia Abeni

Once dreamt of going to

London

because 

I

wanted to be a 

Spice Girl

I digged the scene

And when

I thought of 

Africa

I

thought of 

hungry Children

with flies on their eyes

or

Elizabeth Taylor

That's the truth

my secret 

Truth

See I

I 

come from a place

where

I

feel just like

The twisted thought of

Believing

that what was

aforementioned was

true

Se...