ii wrote this as a joke to one of my friends

[[bull s**t niggaz]]

to the broke back

super wack

“oh she cute im tryna tap that”

to the no goals

todum poles

“ima let the good ones go”

the lying dumb

crutty bum

s**ht on the bottom of my right tennis shoe

scum

bag nigga

this is my ode to you

see, im a respectful female

so i give credit where it is due

you get credit

for screwing up

and screwing over

no credit for a good screw

cause the screw just wasnt

THAT good

you get credit

for being half azz mediocre

a dream choker

and more than anything

a sh*t disposer

i give you props

for not appreciating what you got

i commend you

for talking sh*t

not doing sh*t

and treating

every good chick

you ever had…like sh*t

you my friend, are a b**ch

a lying, cheating

two timing trick

because, see

too many times

in my short life time

i’ve seen you brucsh past

too many women of mine

im pulling your cards

and laying them on the table

you just from bed to bed

and house to house

always on the go

but when the female

you just cheated on does it to you

she’s automitcally named a hoe

but truth is

a hoe is the closest thing to a wife

that you will ever know

i understand

some of you fake like a man

act like your better

and attempt to start a fam

but even then the prob is bigger

because your probably out

screwing someone else’s nigga

so this right here

is my ode to you

you get a hand clap

a pat on the back

a foot up your ass

and a shoe upside you head

i am ammused, really i am

and i would actually laugh

if this sh*t was funny

but too many times

Good women

get played like dummies

bottom line is

nigga, you crutty

and i wouldnt exactly mind

if you would stick with the chicks

that are axactly like your kind

you know, the bisches out there

that dont got two cents

two and a half kids

and unemployment

but you chose

to ruin the best of the best

the chicks that’ll do what they gotta do

and say fuck the rest

you test the wifing type

the kinda chick by ya side

for the rest of ya life

its all good tho

cause i still commend you

you screw up

and screw over

lie, cheat

aint bout shit

always in shit

dont bring nothing but bull sh*t

always suckin ya own d**k

on that “im too flyy for this b*tch” shit 

you might can screw over a spineless bisch

and you may can even blindfold

one of your dumb azz tricks

but you will never get the best

of a good azz chick

so i cant give you credit for that

you bull shit nigga

ii wrote the poem about this pic…

coming together
falling apart
you stand in line
as if tomorrow
already has your name on it
begging the future
to become yours
you stand
hands raised
and who shall be noticed first??
if this is a race
who is going to win
because we all know
that someone must lose
and you all sit amused?
why?
two dollars signs stand side by side
more money more problems
thats the opposite of a lie
CPR required
to keep this world we live in alive
humble volunteers
hands pointed towards the sky
coming together
and still seperated at the seams
so go on and stand boldly
for we have already rested
our cares upon your laps
our hopes are sitting high
and the race was won
at four pm on channel twenty one

::untitled::

nothing more than actors on a stage

and this is our intermission

waiting for the ending

and so we hold onto the beginning

love is our most underused prop

all else we have forgot

i remain on this platform

unstable ground that i fall on

lines quickly erased from my memory

and the persons beside me

soon remove themselves from the set

thousands look on

waiting to see what comes next

but the ending is so far from here

what was once a two person love story

has too quickly become

a one woman stage play

one woman whose tragedy

has not defeated her

one woman whose lonely nights

have not ruined her heart

one woman whose fight for her future

has not left her soul scarred

one woman

whose dramatic ending

lies in the hands of one man…

if only these two actors

were in the same play

and shared the same stage

what do we do??

what do we do

when all of our schools

are more dangerous than the communities

that our children walk thru

we want higher education

but how many will be gunned down

before the graduation??

what do you do

when you cant walk into a classroom

without security surrounding you

when cries substitute laughter

ya 4.0 gpa wont matter

and your credentials soon shatter

so i propose a serious question

what the hell do we do??

your words got me addicted

from the beginning
words got me addicted
and rehab is not an option
cause i am more than willing
to fall in love again
not just with the words that flow
but from the hands
that grip vessels
tainted with black ink
-internally-
with the lips
that spit pleasure
in more than one way
-so passionately-,
willing to fall in love
with the mind
that is exactly like mines,
i am addicted
place me in your rehabs
and your treatment wont last
because words are the drug i need
and i never imagined
this could feel so good,
my infatuation has grown.
so feed me your guilty pleasures
intoxicating measures
and leave me spellbound
your words got me addicted
and im too far gone now

once again

over and over again

i try to convince myself

that you are still the person

that i have grown to love

but now emerging

is the one person in this world

that i have always hated

what more can i do?

what more can i give?

who can stop you from

this self destruction

and who can undo

the damage that you have done

only you can make a change

that starts internally

only you can stand up

and take complete responsibility

look at the hearts

that your recklessness

has broken

one time too many

and tell me if I dont have a reason

to walk away from the person

that you have become

…yet again

::untitled::

behavior that stretches negativity

in so many ways

merging has began

souls cry out in helpless agony

and Satan laughs at bitter cries

what is the cost

you become your enemy

and what do you gain?

deception seeps from your pores,

tainted flesh

that is too dark to be smudged

you cant even see your own death

when your reflection stands at your toes

do you sell your souls

in order to silence the agony in your heart??

faith rips our minds and our hearts apart

and in seperate directions

we proceed

me to heaven

and you to your own personal hell

antics drive you crazy

and sleepless nights are the result

lost dreams can no longer be caught

for hope is too far from your reach

and yet i stand clinging to you like a leech

attemptin to salvage

a small portion of your salvation

but left only in desolation

alone i stand

looking from the outside in

contemplating

where do i venture to

and where do i go from here

cause my own betrayal

is the only thing that i fear

and if I become like them

well…who will save them then?

behavior stretches in so many ways

covering up the guilt

from what was once a beautiful face

but left is the evidence

smeared mascara

leading Jesus..

 to…

her

…heart

detached

pain is to blame
and seperation
thats what you fear
or is that what you run to??
tears building seas
too deep to swim in
and so i drown
attempting to save your heart
from waters that never end
daggers of hurt
pierce thru broken hearts
and this is what seperated you from God??
or simply what seperates you
from the soul of angels on earth
detached are the limbs that hug earthly flesh
detached are the lips that kiss lying pieces of shit
detached are the legs that walk
back into the devils bed
but detached you are not
for you are simply
an angel who has misplaced her wings
a blessing too overlooked to be appreciated
i hold you at arms length
knowing that someday
you will look love in the face
and know that it is only your own reflection
that has you so terrified
a reflection scarred by past disappointments
a heart that has indulged in heartbreak
one too many times
the devil has fed you his lies
and you eat them up
as if fudge frosting is the best disguise
fill ins dont fill empty souls
and root canals dont travel deep enough
and my shoulders are not strong enough
for you to stand on
pain has taken you to a place
that few will ever get to see
but faith takes you to the destination
in which you are destined to be
seperation…is that what you fear??
or is that where your solace rests?
search for her soul
beneath cotton quilts
and hand your heart over
to the angel in which you share your sleeping space
share your very being
thru the mysteries of you heart
and then what more can keep you apart..
detached?? thats not where the seperation starts

Tanae’ A.

my tomorrow…

tossed

along with the dreams

that his tiny mind

couldn’t even begin to formulate

because his dream

was what they dreamed

but their dreams

aspirations

couldnt take him very far

tossed

suffocating in oceans of pain

that even his smile couldnt cure

hearts are at war

arms reach out

hoping to grab onto

this fragile life

before it becomes too late

outstretched hands

strive to catch

frail limbs

that have given way to the wind

i stand with outstretched arms

hoping to grab a piece of his future

that has been ripped from society

and i dismiss the pride of me

able to stand with outstretched arms

clinging to the hope

that wasnt strong enough

to save the innocence

that has been so violently tainted

i stand

with outstreched arms

hoping to resemble

Jesus on the Cross

because we need a savior

and if not you and me

than who will it be

our future is resting

on the State House steps

striving for something better

and we tie their hands

behind their backs

and attempt to shake our heads

when they drop out of schools

that barely even existed

and so i stand

with outstretched hands

attempting to salvage

some hope that change will come

but my hope drowned with the little boy

he was our future’s youngest son

this is war

and our tomorrow is what we surrender

“and a child shall lead them”

but yet we forget to remember

two sides to every story

but their story is just beginning

we expect our boys

to grow into men

that never see thirty

shot in the back

by law enforcement

too clean to be dirty

we expect our girls

to grow into women

but before they can grow

this world is taking our children

our future is being tossed

over bridges

and we are the ones with the key

searching for days on end

in muddy waters

to dingy to see thru

and you wonder why your  children

dont see you…

i fight

arms stretched to either side

holding on to my tomorrow

beautiful liar

as if i cant see truth in your eyes

you continue on with your lies

erasing every reason

that i thought necessary to stay

but i guess im to blame

because i remain

thru terrible truths

i play the game

and your not yet matured mind

wins… again and again and again

the power of death

lies in the tongue

like the fugees, youre killing my softly

and your words

are my worst enemy

hurt flows from ur lips

and yet that same hurt i kiss

my eyes have become so transfixed

that in my mind

your lies dont even exist