***ing Tired

Nature Boy

you are not a distraction

you are not a constant reminder of why my life has become suddenly chaotic

you are not your daddy's son

you are mine; all mine

call God, daddy

the trees are your friends

and the cracks in the pavement are your absent aunts n uncles

call that black crow pawpaw

and that beautiful dove that's scared to fly...

that be ya granny...

Nature surrounds you

Encouraging you to embrace your natural family

Embrace it baby

You deserve everything beautiful.

Home is Where the Heart is

It's hard to sleep with these loudhelicopters surrounding me

My place of peace

At least it try to be

On the outside ain't really nothing but

Hood violence , Dope feins, irresponsible youngsters

And sometimes the occasional awkward silence

Oh yeah, and sad black people

Driving frantically on our streets

Are terrified whites, tryna get back to their side of town

After slaving a 9-5 in my city

Where they are free to make jokes

About how i'm living

Like I chose this

Who in their right mind would wanna live like this

On the flipside

There's hope, security, and direction

Inside of my home

No matter the location

I strive for

Yearn for

And DEMAND

My God's connection

“You here right?”

Cause I ain't gotta strap to my name

Don't Be a Bubble

DON'T BE A BUBBLE

I never knew what bubbles were made of

Turns out is just soap and water. The same ingredients I use to wash my ass.

Like a soapy sandwich.

A thin layer of water rest inside the bubbly substance like two pieces of bread.

Kinda how these sucka's  resting face be when I tell them NO; not between these legs...

"You got a boyfriend yet?"

"Nah I'm just weighing my options."

When my bubbles start looking all distorted, I pop em.

& Even then they still try to blow me; aha

Count on the wind to block em.

I like perfect circles

Round corners that swing forever

Reflection so clear that when I look through you, I see the admiration for myself.

I like a long trip... your breathe gotta carry me over seas and bring me to my knees; if you godly... there's a good chance I may utter a please...

Lets Compare

Let’s Compare

J.Stankin

Let's’ play a game;

Queen vs. Peasant

There are reasons why I’m the full moon

And you display the crescent

The purpose of the game

Is to explain why I’m preeminent

And you were raised bland

Why I’m molding into a hard stone

And you slip right through

like sad sad sand

The rules?

There are none.

I’m about to play you so cold;

You’d wish you never stepped to me

See..T Jones raised a Queen

She taught me to get it by any means

Allow me to teach you proper

Maybe you’ll be able to express more

Than just busting out ya jeans

I grew up following  Momma’s rules

Went to school when

“I don...

Sweet Black Juice

Sweet Black Juice

J.Stankin

I stopped in deep disgust looking at a post wondering

Who would make something like this…

A white

It read

“Who needs black girls anymore?”

Can you make this question any more fine?

Everytime I get on social media

It feels like a waste of my precious pretty girl time

Coming from a strong black QUEEN

To question our existence;

What. The. ***… do you mean?  

Ya mama should have taught you

That everything you do was invented by

My mama ...

***ing Tired

***ing Tired

J.Stankin

In the middle of me praying

I asked for guidance and more love than before

In hopes of making it out of this wicked place

In the middle of me praying;

Them shots start spraying

Same street,

Or the next street over

Son going bonkers; he has no clue whats going on

All he care about is this leftover pizza sizzling in his hand

Yelling at the top of his lungs

Tryna dive for cover

Before my 1 year old is victim to black on black crime

Or the death of the next innocent black man

But he..

    WONT..

        STOP..

            Crying.

I’m ***ing tired

Running a business

Keeping the house clean

Building a ...

Grind So Hard

Grind So Hard

J.Stankin

Im grinding as swift as I can

Before moms loses her perception of life again

Before pops starts pimping again;

He always been a mack

Worst comes to worst

One of these young cats gone try my baby bro

He *** around and reel himself into the pen

Yeah… That'll hurt the most

He dont give a ***

Cause he don't see no wrong in his sins

And he bustin on anybody Who make him feel

Less of a man

I turn up my grind

Cuz’ the stuff my brothers do

They ruthless and worry free

Actions, guaranteed to cost them

Some time with modern day slavery

Rub em the wrong way?

Ya momma liable to get toasted

And fed off to our swine

Retaliation…

Last night&...

Perish King

Perish, King

J. Stankin

Look at you

Without a dime

Hell, some days without a penny

Still, my love remained unrestricted

Allowing you to enter here

With nothing to contribute

No growth; just stagnant silly situationship

Your comforting skills are like a sealed pack of swishers

with only one swisher inside

A rip off

When my brother died

You made me feel like I died

Missing for three days; I couldn’t grieve in front of son

So I stomached my tears

Chillin on a couch probably playing games

That yall both already won; on repeat…

“Where is the money?”

“There was none to be made.”

So you telling me

Three days. No communication. No explanation……...

On t...