Black Like My Sons N Them (An Excerpt)

Black Like My Sons N Them (An Excerpt)

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"Bad boys love the good girls with ambition 

Who give them hope of homes they cannot live in 

Because black families are victims of the system 

Separated from daddies 

Being a King gets you convicted

I,

I don't know what I would do if diggy got a sentence

But everytime my cousin step out

I know he is a target

Bad boys have it the hardest

Hittin the block

His family starving,

What are you supposed to do
When they fear you at an interview

Highly educated, melinated, untouchable, invincible
This man's a deadly weapon

You can hear the whole room shake
When he steps in

But

They cannot accept the Divine image of God
Application gets rejected

Rigor mortis starts to set in

Six and Stone

Thicker than butter

 Sitting ontop of hot grits

 It is no one other than

The Gawdess

I blow your mind with vibes

That stimulate your cardiac

Shake your bones

And penetrate your souls fortress

You may spit some good

But them bars mean something

When they really mean something

You know I come from gotham gutters

The city cut throat Like butter, on bread I spread

I'm smooth baby I AM SMOOOOOOTH BABBYYYYY

I am a Demi so I cannot lose baby

I am smooth Jazz In a martini glass

You see how I groove baby

But I am more than just a Vibe

I was born to be alive And empower my existence

Rolling RAWs with no leaf Is like life without me

Somethings missing

So I never feel pressed

When they express

That glass of memories

She Need Some Milk

the day I realized my existence was built on a foundation of fluff and scraps, I did not howl at the moon I just prayed that eventually one day I would be worthy enough to sit in front of it. Gaze at it, take in its beauty, and reciprocate that energy.

In brown hands I lay my trust
when i am touched by them
Loved by them
Hugged by them
I would begin to heal
Any open wound I've ever had
I can't imagine ever needing a band aid
Just your kind words, that sooth any abrasions.
Followed by soft touch
Ended warm embrace
That leaves me feeling like a child everytime, because that's when I lost my trust for men. At age 4 when that boy followed me in the bathroom. That child in me that has not felt safe within their own body or thoughts
for the first time I am not choking on smoke
From the fire that burns inside my gut
And time is my best friend
Because it is stagnan...