Monday, July 30, 2012

Your Own Cause ?

Hey there little miss
Yo little girl walking down Mississippi way
What did you bring for a brotha this time?
Hope everything but a jail term  ...
Maybe you got a little money
To get me through the week
Something to give me hope
Of seeing next week
A gift perhaps
My birthday was last week
I got older but didn’t feel any wiser
I mean, I tell people the solution
To my problems is more money
Though now I realize
The root of my Kush addiction was the money
What I’m recovering from

They call withdrawal symptoms
Problem is
I don’t remember withdrawing anything
You ask why I’m telling you all of this
Maybe it’s my ignorance to face reality
So I need two open ears
To hear my dilemma
She calls me intelligent fool
Despising my stupidity
Telling me to smell the roses
Sorry love I don’t know much about affection
Care to educate me
She has a busy schedule ??
Rub my eyes, she’s no girl
A woman beyond imagination
Excuse me miss you wanna get married ?
She laughed at me, for a second …
Who was I ... and, what was so funny

Did I just attempt verbal suicide?
Or wealthy thug creeped in
Well case of marmite you love or hate it
In a state of utter confusion
That’s what she put me in
I can’t think of what was next in line
For conversation need to know why
She was talking to me
But wait I’m straight hood and …
She all proper and all la that   
Will she ever understand me?
Ok I’ll propose with the Haribo and
Get the diamond one later

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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Words ..

I am not a meer life form 
I am beauty unmatched 
Talent waiting untapped 
The beautiful concept not grasped by the common man 
Princess of a higher royalty .. not talking UK royal family
Much higher lifted and uniquely gifted 

Deep passion and determination running through my veins 

Wisdom is up configuring in my brain 
A treasure worth more than money can buy 
Better not put me up for auction, I won't sell 

The reality not seen in dreams 

So awesome words can't describe 
The show goes on sit back, reflect and exclaim 
Players, haters and the game never caught up in them 

I am the closer encounter with reality 

Words too nicely spoken to be believed 
I am her, I am she, I am the chica best believe 
The girl is a blessing be relieved 

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Friday, July 20, 2012


    A sister must realize the intensity of her generosity
   to understand that sometimes
  She may be the one in the "right" rather than the wrong


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Monday, July 16, 2012


I am child
I have grown of age
I bear name of a man who ..
Never took time to show me, know me, nurture me, hold me
I talked of him greatly, but never got to know him
One who never showed up at my birth, my recitals, my games or my birthdays

I am daughter 
I am deeply scarred
I now believe he will never show
He is father, but of whom
I dreamed he would walk me down the aisle
Chase away my first boyfriend
Share a strong, father-daughter bond
There was no daddy .. to be a daddy’s girl to
Talk of friendships
We didn’t even have that
Talk of time set aside
I guess he was the busiest man in the world
I spoke to him once but don’t remember his voice
I was only five and that was the last time we spoke

I am son
It hurts me more that it would a daughter
That you didn’t deem yourself necessary
Talk of role models he was a role ghost
Seemed non existent
I needed you to teach me to ride my first bike
To guide me on my first shave
To watch my transition from boy to man
To give me pointers on how to be the best man I could be
Help me through my teenage years
But instead you were a no show
Left me nothing but feeling abandoned
When others talked of their fathers
I had nothing to say
I had no hero, so I relied on superman and batman
Your absence stripped me of pride and strength

I am grown folk
All I wanted was a father to look up to
A father to give me reassurance and protection
A father willing to lose games to see a smile on my face
A father to love me like the heavenly father loves his own
Not to be hurt by the fact I had a deadbeat dad
But having one who played a significant role
One who tried and strived to be the best he could be to support his family
That would have been your essence and purpose in my life

If you were present these would be the words
Your very words would uplift me
The stories you tell gave me hope
Your wisdom and presence meant the world
The way of truth you lead me in
A minor as your time seems is meant the world to me
The reassurance and confidence you gave me
Here I am testify
That the presence of a father is good 

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Friday, July 13, 2012

Carry On


 I am still on my way to my destination,
         while other's buses terminate here.

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