Who Am I?

Confusion solution?

Pushed out into a world of love

which had expectations so clear,

fought it like climbing down hill

confusion settled in and so near.

Told between the ages of 2 to 5

“Stop that”, “Get off from there”

I'd known my ears had heard it

now confused with fear everywhere.

Soon I would learn to settle down

as kindergarten slowed me also,

teacher and students picked a lot

shame then guilt wouldn't let go!

Racing ahead to the eighth grade

ashamed, with guilt, fear, & confused,

stop making bed, same with trash out

smiled a lot, inside hate I would use.

Graduation, summer over, high school

jumped into sports to gym to R.O.T.C.,

better at bed making amid trash out

wouldn't you know it here comes jealousy!

I made me a plan, some goals of mine

used h...

Who Am I?

Who am I?

Why I'm just as you are,

I get hot, cold, jealous too

have dreams of a Cuban cigar.

I deny facing fear and cruelty

stand when wanting to sit,

perfectly imperfect I'll be

curious seeing others have a fit!

I, we, sing along with commercials

run to cover in a thunderstorm,

carefully squirt mustard on hot dogs

squirm when lying which isn't the norm.

I cannot stand flies nor mosquito bites

had hoped to carry the Olympic flame,

maybe at least light it to begin the games

hollered at supervisors then felt the shame.

Copied text of past writers I call ghost hand

and often wonder why bullies fear self,

I've counted peanuts to many dollar bills

can rely upon a Lord when all else have left.

Dunked doughnuts, swatted flies, raced

held clocks, worn watches, and ...

AW! HUMANITY

WHAT'S THE COLOR OF HUMANITY. WHAT'S THE COLOR OF VANITY,

DECENCY, OR OUR ROMANCING AND DANCING WITH OUR SANITY?

EVERYONE AWAKES, THEN WALKS INSIDE OF ANCESTRAL CRIES

THAT CHALKLINED THIS EARTH GIVING BIRTH TO FAILING TRYS.

I DON'T MIND AT ALL BEING HOOKED LIKE BAIT IN TRUE FAITH

DANGLING OVER THE BAY TO GET DIPPED INSIDE THE PURLY GATE. SPIRITUAL WATERS, WHICH HOLDS LIFES SON AND DAUGHTER

KNOWING I TOO, SHALL DANCE THE DANCE, TUNED TO SLAUGHTER.

BUT BEFORE I WRAP SELF UP IN A TUNNELED MIND OF 'LOOK AT ME'

THERE ARE HANDS TO GRAB AND ROMANCE WITHIN HUMANITY.

I'LL ENTERTAIN NO EXCUSES NOR WALLOW IN SOME PITY PARTY

I'M A PART OF THIS, BUT NEVER STARTED IT, I DO WANNA LIVE HARDY.

WE ARE THE JUICE OF FRUIT TREES, THE HONEY OF AFRICAN BEES

POLINATED FLOWERS, HOPE THAT GIVE TO THE HOPELESS ON BENDED KNEES.

SONS AN...

Who who?

Who's pulling your chain only to lock you up again?

Who's making rain fall from your cloud overly proud?

Who's riding your horse across plains taking your pains

eating up bowls of your losses, throwing away your gains?

Sitting amongst fools, ceases your building up, using all your tools

Who's capturing your negatives replacing all with positives?

Who has led you to the truth left out from your youth?

Who's giving you dirty looks, 'cause your face wasn't in books?

Who's accepting your shame and guilt, gathering all to the hilt?

Who's socializing without even realizing the true surprise

is remaining teachable as Christ Jesus' eternal life is the prize?

Who's quacking your duck and loading your truck, not at all

giving a yuck as you asked for help and they leave you stuck?

Who's captured your midnights and turned on your lights, the

lights of mind, body, and soul, showing ...

Worth It

THANKS BE TO GOD THIS LIFE WE LIVE HAS A PURPOSE,

WHILE UPLIFTING EACH OTHER THRU TRIALS AND TESTS,

DEATHS AND BIRTHS, FRUSTRATIONS TO REJECTIONS.

EMPLOYMENT, ENJOYMENT, FACED JEALOUSY, AND MISERY,

TO DEAL WITH OUR PAST PRESENT AND FUTURE HAPPINESS.

SHED MANY TEARS HOLD ON TO SOME FEARS, AND SULK.

BECOME COUCH POTATOES, SURVIVE NEIGHBORHOODS,

AND TOWNSHIPS, TO CITIES HIDING GHETTOS..... (GOD IS!)

WE REACH FOR DIRECTION'S THAT ARE NOT SO CLEAR,

SIT AND LEARN AT HOME, OR CLASSROOMS, BANKING ON

POSSIBLY A NEW OR A BETTER CAREER. FIGHT THRU THE

TRAFFIC ON ROADS, WHILE EARNING ONLY ENOUGH CASH TO

PAY FOR OUR BILLS, WHAT SOME CHOOSE TO CALL MAKING INROADS.

SEARCHING FOR PLEASURE IN FLESH TO MATERIAL THINGS,

HOPING WE MEASURED IT JUST RIGHT AS THE OVERSEER

WATCHES, AND AN ANGEL SINGS...

Colored Blind

WHERE I GREW UP, THERE WAS BLACK AND WHITE

OUR CRAYON COLORS, AS IS CHALK TO MIDNIGHT.

GRANDPARENTS TO PARENTS WERE THE COLOR OF LOVE

IGNORANCE COLORED IN WHEN IT WAS TIME TO PUSH OR SHOVE.

AS COLOR DOESN'T MATTER WHEN IT COMES TO LAWS

EVEN IN UNLOVING HEARTS OR SHOWING OUR DIRTY DRAWERS.

PEACE IN THE CITY WE HAD MANY MOMENTS OF SILENCE

THEN SHAME CAME, PITY TOO, WE'D HELP SQUASH THE VIOLENCE.

MATURED QUICKLY, NOTHING TO PROVE, HAD NO ENEMIES

GRANDPA SAID YOUR ENEMY WAS INSIDE, IN THE INNER ME.

WE ALL KNOW HATE AND RACISM EXCITES ITS STUPIDITY

BUT A CRAYON COLOR TITLE TO A RACE IS OUT OF PLACE SEE.

RUNNING THIS RACE WE EARN THEN LEARN TO DUST OR SWEEP

BEING RESPONSIBLE IS COLORLESS, WHEN EARNING OUR KEEP.

I SEE, AS MANY DO, LIFE HAS US EITHER HURTFUL OR HELPFUL

AND BEING CREATURES OF LOVE, LOVING AND HELPING...

ANIMAL TAILS

ANIMAL TAILS

I BELIEVE THAT RHINOS

WOULDN'T HANG OUT WITH WINOS

AND THE TRUTH SHALL FLEE FROM A LION.

AND THE REASON A BAT LIKES THE DARK OR

BLACK, IS TO SEE WHERE THEIR FOOD IS AT.

THE EAGLE IS VERY DIRECT, AND REGAL, BUT WILL

ATTACK A HYENA'S GIGGLE.

THE DOG SLEEPS UPON THE DIRT SO DOES A HOG

AS THE SEAGULL CAN FEAST THRU SUNHINE OR FOG.

A FISH HAS TO WISH & WAIT OR PRAY THAT THEIR

FOOD ISN'T HOOKED-BAIT.

THE CHEETAH, IT KILLS THEN CALLS ITS CUBS TO

MEET HER.

A KANGAROO DOES NOT LIKE THE ZOO, BUT THE

GIRAFFE JUST LAUGH, WOULDN'T YOU?

MONKEY SEE MONKEY DO, THEY GET AROUND ON

BIG FEET JUST LIKE YOU!

TO PUT A WHALE INTO A DESERT IT WON'T LAST,

PUT A CAMEL INTO THE SEA IT'LL HAVE A BLAST.

UNDERNEATH THE MOTION OF THE OCEAN IS THE

STABILITY AND SILENCE OF THE CRAB, WHILE UPON THE

LAND, THE HEN HAVE THE GIF...

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Comin' up too strong I've been down too long

Now I'm livin' large, on a hip-hop flavor with an

R & b rythm on a funky tip see. Some punk ass 

fools are tryin' to punk me, only jus' a little bit have

They ever sunk thee. But I will never forget a

Face, 'cause falling faces like theirs is a doggone

Disgrace. I'm comin' strong I'm comin' quick, you

Had better be ready 'cause I have all day to pick

Fool, won't be pickin' no cotton punk that's what you 

Want, just listen to the sound click click as I pop

Pop pop pop pop the trunk. I don't favor no gangs

I can't hang, jus' listen to that sound again, bang bang!

                         --BlakMista

Popular Still?

Your popularity, I do need a lot more clarity

it seems a little bit scary see, how you got

from being the man of an intelligent creator

to a domesticated rap artist. Where you going to?

Bit by bit, and inches by the mile, we tend to smile

afraid someone may see that sauce drippin' down

from a sloppy dollarbill, all wet "cause its all paper.

Having is wonderful, even attaining a lambroguini

which has doors, a hood hopefully, an engine, tires,

seats, and a horn. Therefore, you have just another car.

I'd invest in a more suitable venture, like senior care homes,

youth camps and centers, affordable housing...jus' saying.

Popular still? Help self, then others.... that is a better way.

PEACE!

GOIN' THRU

I may be slippin' thru time

But I gotta thank my God 

For all of the times He's kept me

From the keeper of the dark.

Putin' on ugly faces tryin' to be cool

No one even notices the blistfulness

Hot has gotten cold mistakes gotten old

But I'm beginning to make my mark see.

With BS aside I'm pressin' on and on

The lights of my mind don't blink as much

See, I'm seeking gratitude and forgiveness

Much to do about every damn thing.

Adversaries hatin' each day I live

Society's a circle of children,

But dawn, a new dawn, has come

I'm back upon my horse ridin' again.

The air is still as mystical particles

Exist inbetween with a winking eye

Never do I boast for the love I have

And peace to all who's saturated too.

Now I end this as I bend my knees

Praying for all to have infinite existences

And soon I'll show the...