Breaking

You are in the process of self destructing.
You are severing your hands and arms 

Trying to hang onto someone who doesn’t want you.

Breaking your back

Carrying relationships

That give you little in return.

Division 

The pain is adding up.

We’ve seemed to focus on being divisory.

Eventually emotions become derisory,

the love replaced with misery.

Where do we go from here? 

The Hardest Part.

The hardest part was writing you love letters you didn’t care to read.

I sent my love.

You put the unopened envelope into a new one with my address and sent it back.

Just to show me you received it,

You just didn’t care to read.

Pristine

You were never jaded
Never worn down
Or torn after all these years

Artwork standing intact 

Workmanship like you is slowly fading extinct 

Ever since sixteen candles decorated your cake

You’ve reminded me of the Sistine Chapel

You were pristine battles where bullets of sweat and paint landed exactly where they were meant to.

Finding a frame to match is humanly impossible,

So your figure is Gods doing.

And nothing this breathtaking should be stationary.

Which is why you’re never content. 

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.

Stuck

Each time, i feel we grow

& come back to what we know.

More than just the highs and lows..

Don’t get caught up in the moment, moments always fade.

I’m not trying to go forward to look back

like “damn, I should have stayed.”

I could keep pictures to relive the memories

but I’d rather live them back with you.

I laugh at your quirks and your tendencies

but I love everything you do.

The way you dress,

the way you smile.

When you get dressed,

it takes a while.

But, it’s worth it every time.

You look perfect every time.

All Your Fault

I know you’ve seen the way I look at you

Like your eyes are the sky I’m trying to look into
Could you blame any man for putting you on a pedestal
As if every aspect about you isn’t a spectacle
More like ineffable
Words do you no justice
The definition of luscious
No need to rush it.
I love the way your lips taste
The ones on your face and below the waist.
Your aura demands attraction
Attention of men focused on you,
and that’s causing distractions
What you’ve been up to
And all of your actions
Got married men sneaking looks in front of their wives
Look at you ruining lives
That’s all your fault
Because you came out with no faults.
Even your imperfections
Could give men erections.
Pardon my indiscretion
But my mental compass is headed in your direction
And that’s all your fault.

Bitch

I don’t want to call you a bitch

But you threw fits
And you threw fists,
So the shoe fits.
You threw those too
The four fit so easily.
Wait no, you forfeit so easily.
And you did that two times too..
Gave up so easily.
All of the shit you said you see in me,
Maybe it was just the scenery
Because you gave up so easily

This Could Be Us But You Playing

That could be us but you playing.
That would be nice why you delaying.
You say all the right things
And do all of the wrong
All of the lies you sing
Got me replaying your songs
Perfection in no discretion in our mannerisms
Affections with no rejection. Can you listen?
See me for me and I see you for you
All your potential is beautiful.
I’m used to you
So what are you saying?
This could be us but you playing.