Category Archives: Poetry

Something New (Inspired by the Movie and Real Life)

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Damn…

Of all the things that could come into my life and disrupt my plans

Why did it have to be her?

I was prepared for everything, even some stormy weather

But I never could’ve seen being blindsided by this woman

She’s the best and worst thing that could’ve happened to me

At a time when I thought I had all that I could need

Her name is Katrina, it’s appropriate I guess

Since she came through and made my world a bit of a mess

5’6″ with long blonde hair and the prettiest green eyes

She looked through me, into my soul and had me mesmerized

Our instant attraction was more than just alarming

Because I’ve never been one for “extra milk in my coffee”

Then she made me a latte’ just the way I like it

She got me to paint her nails, even made me go hiking

We were just having fun, being young and in love

It felt as if our relationship had been touched from above

And then the rest of the world stuck their noses in our life

“You 2 together just ain’t right, you’re black and she’s white”

Love may be blind but people sure as hell can see everything

Except the beauty of my feelings for her and hers for me

Interracial love isn’t some kind of fad, nor should it be taboo

If you open your heart, maybe you can get something new too

Phenomenal Man (Yeah, I Rewrote Maya Angelou! So What?! You Got a Problem With That?!)

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More handsome men wonder where my secret lies

I’m not all that fine nor a professional athlete’s size

But when I start to tell them, they think I’m telling lies

I say its the strength of my arms

The flex of my hips, the stride of my step, the color of my lips

I’m a black man, phenomenally

Phenomenal black man, that’s me

I walk into a room just as cool as can be

And every woman bats her lashes or gets weak at the knees

The they swarm around like a hie of honey bees

I say its the depth of my eyes and the flash of my teeth

This thing by waist that hang down towards my feet

I’m a black man, phenomenally

Phenomenal black man, that’s me

Women themselves have wondered what they see in me

They try so hard but can’t touch what’s hidden within me

When I try to show them, they still can’t see

I say its the roll of my back that’s sure to make you smile

The air in my chest, my stunning sense of style

I’m a black man, phenomenally

Phenomenal black man, that’s me

Now you understand just why my head’s not bowed

I don’t shout and carry on or have to talk real loud

When you see me passing, it ought to make you proud

I say its the way my skin feels, the cut of my hair

The touch of my hand and the need for my care

Because I’m a black man, phenomenally

Phenomenal black man, that’s me

My Queen

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Her Royal Highness, the matriarch of my romance

Brains and beauty that rival those of Cleopatra

Sitting majestically atop the throne that is my heart

And regally controlling the ebb and flow of my love

I bow to her feet and submit myself wholeheartedly

She oversees the fiefdom of my emotions

And rules with the compassion of King Solomon

I am her loyal subject and pledge my allegiance to her alone

And when I ascend to my throne with my queen at my side

Together forever is how we’ll preside

Love/Hate

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How can you love something and hate it at the same damn time

Like how I love to act a fool but would hate to read lines

Or how I love the skin I’m in but the when it itches

And I love independent women but I really hate bitches

I love being black in America but hate being called “nigger”

And I love or right to bear arms but would hate to pull a trigger

You know I hate working it I sure do love to get paid

Ad I hate being fucked with but I love to get laid

Or like how I hate my mentality but love my beautiful mind

I love being called an asshole but hate not being called kind

You know I hate for my lady to leave but love watching her from behind

And I really hate myself for writing this but love that it rhymes

We’re all asking contradictions, reneging in the game of life

But that two-sidedness helps us deal with struggle and strife

I guess the reason for this could be the duality of man

Peace and love on one side, born to kill on the other hand

Love Revisited (Still Seen Through the Eyes of a Hopelessly Romantic Cynical Realist)

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Someone once told me all you need is love to survive

I still feel like you need more tangible things in your life

On my list money is still at the top but love has moved up a few sots

And when I saw Cupid the other day, I just told him to kick rocks

Now I’m not in love, I just did a bit of contemplating

And realized that love’s not exactly devastating

I mean, in this world worse things can occur

Take some time to think it over, I’m sure you’ll concur

Plus love in’t the issue, but its crazy women and stupid men

When you think about it, that describes us all in the end

Ladies go crazy over guys, boys act stupid over girls

It’s been that way since the beginning of the world

That’s how we came up with this archaic process called dating

Wouldn’t a better name for it be, oh I don’t know, interrogating

When you think about it, dating nowadays feels mor like an interview

You don’t know the results until you’ve been on a few

You wear your best clothes, try to make a good impression

The whole thing feels like one long Q&A session

I swear dating makes me feel like I’m at the end of my rope

But because of this poem’s title, I haven’t given up hope

I’m still searching for that deep down, butterfly giving, soul stirring love

The kind that makes you think that person’s from the heavens above

Because I’m not trying to just be the man in a woman’s life

But change her from living single to endless days as a wife

They say that life’s a fairytale so I’m looking for my happy ending

But before I get there, I guess dating is my only beginning

And that sucks!

Love Jones (Inspired by the Movie and Real Life)

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It was a Friday night; me and my boys were chilling in the club

I was just hanging out, having fun, not really looking for love

But then you walked past me

I was awe-struck; your jaw-dropping beauty had me straight stuck

You had me mesmerized by those gypsy eyes

And your slim waist that leads down to those dancer’s thighs

I coyly approached like huge fan does a movie star

Scared to speak like a kid asking mommy for a candy bar

“Excuse me,” I said and you turned ever so sweetly

Then I asked you these questions ever so meekly

“You probably get approached like this on a regular basis, huh?”

“And told how fine you are by countless faces, huh?

“Well, add my name to the list”

“Your level of fine is so high, just looking at you gives me a pain in my eye”

“Maybe we can continue this conversation at a later day and time”

And that’s we began our beautiful courtship

Now some time passes by and we doing what couples do

I’m learning you, you’re learning me, ain’t nothing new

But I can see in your face that something has changed

You tell you have to go out of town for a couple of days

What kind of fool do I look like?

You hop on a train and head back home

Thoughts of a man that’s not me swirl around in your dome

Out of town on business my ass

You went back to home to play around with the trash

Also known as your ex-boyfriend

But I’m stingy

I can’t stand that you want him instead of me

It’s driving me crazy

But when it comes to this love game, I ain’t lazy

Anything you can do, baby I can do it better

So I sit down and write her, not you, a love letter

By the time you come home, I’m long gone

And the way things went down is all wrong

That’s how I got caught up in this love jones

When we split, you said that I would regret it

But like a typical man, I tried to forget it

And now we’re in the midst of this 2 town 2 timing 2 step

Dying to run back to you but too scared to hurt my rep

I look around and see my friends in love and happy

Not long ago, I thought all this shit was sappy

But now I’m fiending for it

Feeling like a crack addict going cold turkey

And seeing you out with him truly hurts me

Now I’m wishing I could throw me back

To that exact spot where we found L-O-V-E at

Feel like all I do is lose now, when do I get to win one?

Asking the Holy Father how could he play his own son

Right now I’m left out in the rain; my own hands caused all this pain

Love (As Seen Through the Eyes of a Hopelessly Romantic Cynical Realist)

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They say love is a many splendor thing

I think pain and heartache are what love brings

Love is supposed to be the best emotion of all

I believe love is like taking a long fall

Why are so many people falling victim to this shit

Like love is the only reason that we exist

I tend to agree with the L.O.X. on this

Money, power and respect are at the top of my list

I’m thinking love falls in the middle, around 5 or 6

And if you see Cupid, tell him I said, “Flip bricks!”

I know you’re wondering what could’ve happened to me

The romantic trauma I suffered must’ve been devastating

It’s nothing like that; I’ve just come to my senses

And the mere mention of love sets off all my defenses

I’ve been in love a time or two

And I believe that love makes men into fools

We end up in stores holding purses and shit

And answering questions like, “Do I look good in this?”

Maybe it’s not love I have a problem with

Just the senseless rigmarole that comes with it

Who really has the patience to date nowadays

It seems like everyone’s just out to get laid

I’m looking for that deep down, butterfly giving, soul stirring love

The kind that makes you think that person was sent from the heavens above

I want a soul mate, not a fucking booty call

I want somebody who’s down to be there through it all

A partner in all that life brings, whether it’s good or bad

Someone who’s an instant pick-me-up whenever I’m sad

But since no one else in the world is looking for that

I guess me will love I because I’ll always love me back

Little Black Boy

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Little black boy, brand new in the world

Unaware of danger, his small body still curled

His eyes open wide, pretty and brown

Taking in his first view of all that’s around

His mom holds him gently, his dad promises to teach

And swears to the newborn he’ll always be within reach

This is how life should begin

Free from worry, untouched by sin

Same black boy, trying to find his way in the world

Amidst crime, temptation, his friends, drugs and girls

His eyes are still open, though weary and bloodshot

He sits back some days and dreams of being a robot

But he’s not, so he clears his mind by writing some rhymes

He’s good at it and it helps him deal with his issues at times

His mom’s gone and his dad’s health is kinda failing him

The young boy would do anything to have happy days again

Young black man, all alone in the world

Everyone is gone, from his dad to his girl

He tries to close his eyes to forget the pain he’s dealing with

Everyone tells him “Its okay” but he really isn’t feeling it

How can you lose your mentor and best friend

Yet not feel like your world has come to an end

But he pushes on and tries to stay strong

‘Cause in the end he knows they’ll meet again

The little black boy and his dad

Irreplaceable

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To the left, to the left

I’m packing everything that was yours in this box to my left

Now that you’re gone, the going’s getting tough

And since I’m all alone, they don’t think I’m tough enough

Everyone keeps talking mess about me, that’s fine

They’re too dumb to walk and talk that shit at the same time

Since I spend most of my time looking real sad

All the fake well-wishers are praying that I do bad

Staring me right in my face, telling me I am such a fool

And that I’ll never ever be a man like you

These bitches got me twisted

Because what they don’t know ’bout me

Is that you’re the one who raised me

And that’s what helps me sing

“With the help of God, I can do anything”

To the right, to the right

Your nickname takes up space on my arm in plain sight

Looking at it helps me to go on

And I still hear your voice, even though you’ve been gone

That’s something I bet y’all didn’t know

The spirit of my father is with me everywhere I go

Since I spend most of my time looking real sad

All the fake well-wishers are praying that I do bad

Staring me right in my face, telling me I am such a fool

And that I’ll never ever be a man like you

These bitches got me twisted

What I want y’all to know ’bout me

Since you spend so much time discussing me

Is that I’m a prince mourning my king

And now that he’s gone, I gotta do my thing

My whole life, you were my everything

Without you, I would be nothing

That’s why I wrote this poem for you

I still shed some tears for you

Nowadays, I barely sleep

‘Cause the truth of the matter is

Moving on ain’t easy

To the left, to the left

I remember packing all your stuff in the box on my left

To the right, to the right

Your nickname takes up space on my arm in plain sight

So I don’t want you to ever think that you are replaceable

In So Many Words

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Real talk, I’m amazed by how much I’m feeling you

Can’t count how many times I catch myself thinking of you

I try to play it cool, sit back and see where I stand with you

But its unbearable, wherever you are I wanna be there too

The way I feel about you is all I’m really really tryin’ to tell ya

I wanna be your prince, will you be my Cinderella

That means I’m not just trying to be the man in your life

But change you from living single to endless days as a wife

Because life’s a fairy tale and I’m looking for a happy ending

Please say this can be our beginning