Truth in a Lie

Inspiration: I don't remember
Word: Unlucky.

For every truth,
there is a bleeding lie
discovered by a unlucky saint
looking for anything but satan

Lovers

Inspiration: My mom came into my room after an argument
Word: Startled

Startled, I felt my knees
quiver
at the delivery
of your presence

Your stance was remarkable
Bold.

Admirable enough
to be be copied-

Your beauty was apparent.

Hand's wide yet
soft.
(In that I found comfort)

Your wide eyes
wide nose
and wide
face

were more than longing for
an embrace-

So I wandered towards it, and
teetered softly onto your lap

and provided your longing
with a kiss.

And together our knees quivered
and our presence became apparent
(Inside one another)

because we
were meant
to be lovers.

Foolish Lover

Inspiration: A song I was listening to by Tribe Called Quest.
Word: Honestly

Honestly I didn't believe you,
when you said that you hated me.

In fact I laughed.

How could someone I loved so much,
even conceive such ideas?

So I ignored it..
and grew persistent in the fact that
hate it couldn't be,
but envious love..

because you couldn't love me
as much as you desired to
as much as I deserved you to..
as much as you needed to really..

So you confusingly blurted-
that you hate me.

and I refuse and refute
your mistake...

Black and White Rainbow

Inspiration: I don't really know.
Word: Rainbow

I tasted the rainbow
and grabbed my pot of gold
behold the immaculate prison
staffed by white supervision
Wanting for me, lusting for me
Gota haveme see
I'm that black beauty
skin pressed with the chocolate best
desired but oppressed
and all the rest hated it
(cus they didn't have it)
So of course they arrest
all the brown they see
that's beyond their grasp.
They may be haters at their best,
but I'm known to trump pest.

Addiction

Inspiration: This book called No Disrespect that I'm readying by Sister Souljah
Word: Strife

Bear bottles dangled-
and cigarette smoke sung,
it was like the slums you see
this scene
haunted me
defiled me
bewildered me.
I desired to be free
from the evil of the people
drowned in such a thing
(Didn't they seek evergreen?)
So chemically oppressed
depressed
by the drug
Shrugged in the mess
was their lost happiness
their soul had been at the rest
to avoid the clutter
I even began to stutta
trying to find the words
that could define
such
hurt.
Hurt had been engraved-
been chiseled
with the scent of sweaty prostitutes
and white men in suits.
Anit you sick of this?
I'm sick of this!
Pluck the needles and get ride of this
shit
spread like-
looneys given head for a fix,
questionable chicks-
sprung without a daddy
so they hung between lovers and hoes
Cuz mama couldn't afford a rose-
scent to smear the blood
from all the negros
she
sucked
up
This is what white folk call the hood
black folk get shot and die in the hood.
This is a life
that can only be defined by
a destitute haughty living,

called strife.

The Power of Prayer

13 years

Inspiration: Looking at a picture of an old friend
Word: Friendship

13 years, 13 fears
friend-ship last-ed through
13 beers
It was real
love, the kind the devil
dreamt up
in hell
while
begin' for a well
Ebony and Ivory
chocolate vanilla ice-cream
Molly and me
were best friends you see
We would do everything ,
from hurtem, to sell green
for each other,
couldn't put no other, or a brother, or a lover,
in front
to do so would be
stunt-in
on our relationship
couldn't get no greater
than the greats
And of course we got hat-ters,
who made us even greater
Alpha and Omega created it
when he made us,
our bond
and now forever
we'll
be
one