BITTER FEMALES

BITTER FEMALES

Large capacities of women have hearts surrounded by
Picket fences with barbwires on top and
Warning signs that say
“Beware of me – I sting!”
My bite will dig up dirt as if
I was digging wells.

EQUALITY AND REALITY

Life equals blessings
Disappointments
Life equals death

Sex equals pleasure or pain
Babies
Diseases and
Maybe even shame

Love equals chances and
Choices bringing about
Changes and
Holding back dreams
Demolishing hope
For the future
Supplying the flesh
Before using the brain

Failure equals success
Doing your best
Doesn’t always mean
You will win
Suffering is the only
Whip that makes us great

People equal love or hate
If one person likes you
The others are merely just
A bunch of voice boxes
Beating up their jaws

Money equals power
Power to buy a house by
The lake with a fifty acres lawn
Seven cars in their garage
Entertaining each day of the week with
Pairs of rocking jewels that
Gleams so bright
It may blind your sight

Education equals strength
Eliminating ignorance
No reason to mix intelligence with
Negligence and
Then we say, I love you to
The men and women whom were
Brutalized for over four centuries
And the people after their reign

Respect equals compromise
To accomplish exceedingly
Abundantly above all that we can imagine
It depicts a scene that
Says I can do whatever I feel
I can achieve butNot until I wake up and pay attention

POOR AND LEANING ON

Holes in his shoes
Creatures crawling
Over his clothes
Stale in his food and
Grunge on his teeth

A single penny in his pocket
A Black a Mile he bummed
The card board he sleeps on and
The towel he uses as a sheet

Biology books in his trolley
Better recognized as his suitcase of
Partners he studied medicine with in academy
Regretting the very first time he took
A shot at that X

A tongue so smart
A laughter so brazing with
No income, no family
Just God keeping his core
Not a drink of fresh water
But bread crumbs from
The neighbor’s garbage

Loafing at the corner
Hustling for a dollar
Getting paid with
Very little work
Simply to
Open his mouth and request
Or arise and held out his hands
Excuse me Sir,
Can you profit me some silvers?

WHO AM I?

They call me winter because
They say I have a cold heart
Summer because I can make it through the rain
Life because death and I are no friends
Survivor because after a fight
I always come back
But it doesn’t bother me none
What they happen to feel
I live for one
Not three, sixteen or ten million

You must not know who I am
I am versatile
Multitalented with
Brains of a dreamer
Eyes of an inventor
Mouth of many strong women
Ears of a prophet
Feet of a world class runner and
Hands articulated to build open gates
Instead of bridges or walls all
Welcoming mountains for failure
Breaking down barriers to
Deliver some new life into the
Game of literacy

I make grown men wail
Run after me like
Rabbits chasing carrots and
Bugs me like bunny
I’m not proud of that but
I just got to be me

So who am I again?
They call me different because
I’m not ordinary
I break all the rules for the right reasons
Make the choices too tough to
Operate or be drawn a conclusion

Flavor
Non-traditional
Dissimilar am I
Dishing the poetically inclined verses of
A new generation beginning
I believe with the voice of mine self

I am who I’ve chosen to be
Someone with morals and beliefs
And because of these things
People respect me

I am the light to my destiny
The glow in my darkness
The strength to my weakness
I am no copycat
I wont push myself to look like
The girls on TV with
Fake tits, eyes, lashes, nails, hair and
Eating disorders so
I can stay skinny for the camera

I can force audiences to sit and listen
To my poetry as though
I was ordering out citations
For legal migrations in wealthy cities
Across the universe,
I am genetically blessed with
A talent so raw
Fear factor has nothing on it
Can you imagine that?

ABOUT LIFE

ABOUT LIFE

The last time I bust lines like this
They named me psycho and
I had a best friend many now call
The aftermath

It is not all cotton candies,
Peachy canes or
A bed of roses though
It does come with
Pinchers that leave prickles
In your skin

Life had my soul all booed up
Bruised up and
Ready for a kidnap of denial
Joked me like a comedy performance
Storing the records of memories made but
Mistakes soon to be