I don’t feel you’ll know me,
if I ever tell you
I don’t believe I’ll ever tell you,
what you’ll never get
the more you know,
the less of me you’ll want
the less you have,
the more secrets I can keep
because telling everything,
doesn’t give you everything
and knowing everything,
will keep you from wanting everything
though you hate the distance between us,
at least, it conceals the difference within us
just keep enough distance between us,
because there’s too much different, between us
Love
You’ll need more
When you sleep
I hope u sleeping with the memory of me
if you peep
I hope you thinking of the energy I bring
when you sneeze
I hope you counting every blessing on your sleeve
because you’ll need more than hope
when life and love brings you to your knees
chivalry died cuz
Chivalry is dead
because men are too intimidated by a woman with a strong voice
because men don’t know what to do with a woman free in her choice
because outspoken men can’t navigate without dominance to subservience
because most men can’t cohabit complimenting themes, preferring one side of two extremes
because women deserve more
chivalry died
because it was made to keep women compliant satisfied and valued in second place
so wait baby, let me open your door
doomed before birth
I was doomed, to be traumatized
in the womb, with my mama’s cries
in the room, where my father died
because the wounds, to my father’s pride
consumed by proof, in his bottle’s lies
my roots, are from bottled lives
boundaries bruised, with shouts and touted knives
where truth, was bound to rise
under roofs, where secret lovers drown at night
much abuse, fueled the fuse in the brownest eyes
two hearts glued, both posted in Army forces-
postmortem, post traumatic disorder-
birthed an orphaned youth, soothed by morbid music of his mama’s cries
who was doomed…to be traumatized
each other
Why fight each other, as others
I fight for others, with others
we are more One, than an ‘other’
we are more as One, than another
I may not spell brother, without ‘other’
but I can’t spell teach, nor reach, without ‘each’
I see Us, as We
We, as You AND Me
charged to the game
He wanna change his life but he can’t
cuz this just what it is he addicted to the game
he addicted to the gains
he never fears the chains
he rather rock ‘dem chains
he made it out the cage
his vision like a cave
he never thinks to change
he just wants some change
embodied his family’s pain
he always felt the rain
now he rather make it rain
he came up from the mud
a lowly rose bud
his thorns draw blood
it drops with a thud…
can’t get close to hug
he’s setting up pretense
distressed and he needs friends
obsessed wit the weekends
won’t confess that he’s weakened
when stressed thru the week’s end
…his girl at home wit his kids
hoping he makes it home
she was raised right
and knows what he makes is wrong
though he’s a thug
love is a drug
she’s had everything but love…
he loves her right
so tough advice
she’s stuck inside
thru the rough-
they stayed side by side
she’s ride or die
she fears he just might die
realizing
every ‘goodbye”
could be, bye