How To Raise A Black Boy

Does the juxtaposition of the words “Black” “Lives” &”Matter” make you upset?

Black bodies hanging from poplar trees, would you have wept?

When a black child is murdered by police,

Do you ask “why” or “why didn’t he get on his knees”

When armed shooters with lack of color

Are still allowed to see their mother.

Black fathers taken from their children before birth

Black children six feet beneath earth

Naive young me used to question why so often.

I remember asking my mom why I couldn’t have a nerf gun.

I promised I wouldn’t shoot it at, or hurt anyone.

Mom, it’s cold why can’t I wear my hood at night?

It’s not in my eyes I promise I can see alright.

Danny and Nick are doing it, why can’t I play ding dong ditch

Jesus Christ mom stop being such a god damn bitch.

I always viewed my parents as overprotective

Thought I was being sheltered and I couldn’t tell why

My dad always seemed a bit aggressive

All because they were doing things just to keep me alive

I was never awarded my adolescence

Coming home from school to added lessons

I wasn’t afforded the luxury of childhood and silly decisions

Because of others misinformed filthy religions

I never knew what it was like to be boisterous and careless

My mother feared some cop would point at me and care less

I could have been just words on a tombstone

Instead of you reading my thoughts and my words being known

It wasn’t until now that I understand why I wasn’t allowed to make mistakes

Until seeing black victims juvenile crimes resurrect all whilst the white shooter didn’t get a court date

I know now.

I know now that my life doesn’t matter more than that of a deer

“Is it hunting season on a niggas ass” wasn’t a joke, but actually fear.

Black bodies no longer hang on poplar trees

Black bodies now lie in the streets

Silence is empowering the other side

So I no longer jail my tongue behind my teeth.

Vices

Faded

Fuck i’m faded
Can’t fee my face
I said I would quit and i intend to
But you don’t know the shit that i been through
Texts that i shouldn’t send you
Cause if I was sober
Girl if i was sober
I wouldn’t be comparing you to a four leaf clover
If it was different
and you weren’t so distant
Well then you’d be closer
Nothing clever rhymes with closer
Only the truth comes out, followed by a hangover
At this moment I’m most at peace,
Feel no defeat,
This po’ etry
Po’ me another cup
Po me another what?
Whatever you got is good,
I’m not much for labels
Not doing what i should
But im no angel
Every time you come back in town
I come back around and we act as how
Nothings changed
Nothings changed?
How the fuck you been?
I ain’t heard from you in months
But in no time you back on my dick
And i’ll suck on your cunt.
Cause no this ever happened
You ain’t never disappeared
Cause love and the pain of losing it, you feared
… backspace deleted. that was too much honesty
But fuck it who’s been replacing me honestly.
I won’t lie like i wasn’t dressed up
Bowtie on bitches impressed by us
But I’d trade it all in for you fucking time
Only you titillate my fucking mind

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Corpse

As I transition from child to teenager, into young man with no plan
Into grown man to old man into a corpse that’s cold
I want to be able to look back at all the forks in the road
and be proud I chose the right path
Evading evil temptation
Spoon-fed to this generation.
Will I be content with my choices
When you send your rejoices?