Prototypical

I want a chick that’s prototypical
Not in the sense that she is like all others
but rather my miracle
I want be the soul
She be the neo
Together we create neo-soul
Just so I can put her first

A chick that just because she smiles I smile
A chick whose intelligence drives me wild
A chick who is GOD fearing
And whose name is nowhere near the smearing

A chick who understands me and past
Accept it for what it’s worth
And can express herself without having to hide behind a mask
I want her to be my best friend
And accept the fact that I have female friends
For which I’ve never had relations with
Which today seems like a crazy concept

I want a chick in which we can cry tears from love’s pain
To which we both try to restrain
But once released a ocean we name
The ocean of tears is our pain from love
I want us to be addicted to each other like a drug

Scratch that word chick

And change it to woman
Because I know that I’m growing
and I need someone who is willing to grow with me
And doesn’t have scared tendencies
In the relationship sense

And I know it’s possible because GOD makes someone for each of us
It’s just our job to find that love
So I want the prototypical woman who can seduce mentally
I will find her
Even if it’s the end to me…

The Gift of Life (Performance)

The Gift of Life

FYI: I wrote the female verses, and the homegirl Candace Jordan wrote the male's....check it out

I don’t what it is with him, every time we talk it’s a debate.

I feel like this is another mistake.

Why not take a break?

But damn it’ll be 3rd time this month

and I don’t know how to tell him that we need to be one

because now we have one on the way;

and as much wrong as he’s done

I can’t stop this wanting him to stay

I just want him to say he loves me

I really don’t like to talk to females like this,

but I always find myself telling her to shut up.

She trip just when I tell another female what’s up.

I don’t know if I can fool with this anymore.

Chillin’ with her is becoming less of a pleasure and more like a chore.

This makes me so frustrated.

She thinks we’re in love just because we made it.

I’m not saying I don’t love her I’m just saying I don’t know if I do.

And it’s hard for me to decide when she’s permanently convinced

I’m never telling her the truth

It’s been like 2 days!!

Where the hell you been?

Here we go again…

Then you wonder why I’d rather chill

with my friends instead of you.

Always quick to cop an attitude

talking bout how u independent and don’t need me

then 5 sec later begging “baby please don’t leave me .”

I don’t need you, I want you

for the things you used to do and say;

for the roles we used to play

but now you’re chasing other tail

so I no longer feel like your prey.

Every night I pray

you come back to your senses

to feel so relentless to share your love.

But no!

You quick to jump in the car with you boys

and ignore what we have

You paid so much attention to this bank

so that when you withdraw

I can’t afford to be myself

so I may asked someone else for a loan.

And you wonder why I hate being ignored by your phone

Aight

Really that’s all you have to say?

Naw but if I said more it’s not like you would listen.

Every time we talk you try to argue and petition,

so really there’s no point.

And yes I did ignore your texts and phone calls,

but you love to play games.

So don’t act like you don’t do the same exact thing to me at all.

These games you think I play

are my inner child fighting attention.

The fact that you don’t give it to me

shows how much you don’t listen.

I do tune you out,

it’s better than sitting here listening

to every little thing you want to nag me about.

You don’t respect me as man

yet expect me to value you as a woman.

You make demands like I’m a child,

it’s not that I’m childish

I’m just tired of this.

No you’re childish and selfish

You might want to calm that down,

I’m pregnant!

Yes it yours, no questions.

Got a headache now, here’s Excedrin.

And I hope you don’t think

it’s a problem, this is a blessing.

So all that BS you do

correct it. Now check it

I’ve been here through thick and thin

know more than you think, yet I keep it deep within

trust me baby, that stuff you can’t hide

these real eyes realize real lies

so cut the crap and clean up your act

we have a family to provide for

aint no turning back

Yea that sounds good

but nothing real lies between us.

And I recognize that you have your dirt too.

You just erase your inboxed and sent messages

quicker than I do. Matter of fact you just lied.

Telling me its mine and I need to provide

when I know you cheated. Oh you didn’t think I knew

you let my homeboy beat it? I’ve been knowing

you were pegnant so I’m not surprised.

You can say whatever but you’re not going to

convince me we need to be together.

I haven’t been try to trick you,

the fact that you think that hurts.

And so I had sex with him once,

I’ve seen you do worse.

All the pictures in your phone

but telling me you want this work

and now you claiming you don’t.

Probably cause of this child

I really don’t understand you point

or your purpose on this earth.

So that’s how you feel?

Yeah

And I feel like I don’t know what it is with you.

I stick here with you

though you never tell the truth.

Why don’t you seem to get that I just love you?

I lie about little stuff

so I don’t have to hear you mouth.

You fuss so much that sometimes

I don’t even think you know what you talking about.

And you don’t love me!

You’re just in love with the idea of not being alone.

It’s not in your heart it’s all cognitive.

didn’t answer your call because I found out

I’m HIV positive.

But I been calling the past 2 days with no answer

and this is how you come at me;

to tell me you got HIV?

And You knew about this bun in the oven?

You always saying I’m lying and fronting,

but I just told you the truth.

Don’t say I ain’t never gave y’all nothing!

Conquering Invictus

To preface this poem, Google Susan Smith, and read up about her brutal murder of her children and accusation of a black man.

Out of the night that covers me,

is I make these strides to be free before I’m cold.

I thank whatever gods may be

for my [conquerable] soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I heard my children cry aloud.

Under the bludgeoning of chance

my thoughts are scathed and un-vowed.

Beyond this bridge of tears

looms but the Horror of the shade,

and yet this pain I’ve held in for years

finds, and shall find, me [afraid].

It matters not how strait the [lane],

and I can think of someone else to take this toll.

I am the master of [their] fate:

I am the captain of [his] soul.