here it is:
We are the street kids called POETS (Paladins of Education through Speaking)
we are here to teach each other what we cannot learn alone.
Me? I'm just a foreigner. But this is also my home.
I am here to relearn what I already know.
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ReplyDeleteMommy don't love me,
but shy,
i don't care,
i love myself,
and thats,
the best love,
i could get,
anywhere,
i had to watch,
my own back,
i had to learn,
on my own how to grind,
and cope with the fact that,
that's life,
i made myself believe it'll get better with time.
"No need to cry baby, ilove you."
were the words I wanted to hear,
I wanted mommy to be the one to wipe away my tear,
but instead, mommy
you became the one i feared
See I'd done the wrong thing by,
allowing myself to want for something,
that you'd already shown (time after time) just couldn't be,
Mommy, you rejected my love
and i concluded that you didn't want to give yours to me.
i it hurt inside to have to build these walls,
it was either that,
or try another phone call,
start another verbal brawl,
where everything was said,
however no words heard.
Mommy my heart, it hurts.
Had it not happened i could have never been convinced,
that my first dose of heartbreak,
would happen like this,
by you.
I had no room,
to be "boo whoo sad,"
sitting listening to melancholy jams,
writing poems reflective to my broken heart,
So within these walls,
i held in all these ideas and coerced a smile upon my face.
You probably think,
ReplyDeleteim a million things,
prior to hearing me speak,
based off what media,
has conditioned you to believe.
You probably think,
i don't know shit,
about what it means,
to work hard and achieve,
my curves,
are hyper sexualized,
so you think,
that if you approach me,
with some expensive shit,
ill bark like a dog,
and jump on all fours,
and had i not spoke 1st,
your ignorant ass,
probably would have opened your mouth,
with some:
'yo, yo mama type line'
cause you done watched,
too many DAMN MTV rap videos,
and concluded my life.
So you figure im on welfare,
got a few bastard childs,
and if you say anything to me,
'im a mad ass black woman,
i may go wild,
call your mama out her name,
and come outside,
with my headscarf still tied,
well that,
that may be true,
HOWEVER,
don't feel free,
to call me:
Shaniqua, Chocolate Drop, hoe, or Bitch.
Because
i am a lady,
treat me as such,
call me Ms.
Because
im a man,
treat me as such,
call me Sir.
You probably think,
im a million things,
prior to hearing me speak,
based off what media,
has conditioned you to believe.
And had I not,
approached you first,
your ignorant ass,
probably would have approached me,
with some:
'What's up my nigga!?'
type line.
You probably think,
i want to,
rob you,
You probably think,
i am a deadbeat dad,
who just did time in the state pin.
You probably think,
I got gold fronts,
and rap or hustle for dough.
So you figure,
im a murderer,
drug dealer,
or another black athlete,
tryna play football for the Steelers,
Im a angry ass black man,
and if you look at me the wrong way i may pop a 9 in your ass,
or ride through the hood in a low rider,
22 inch rimed scraper.
i forgot how to post the correct way or atleats the way i tried didnt works sorry.
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