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.

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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 … Continue reading Pristine

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 … Continue reading How To Raise A Black Boy

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 … Continue reading Stuck

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 … Continue reading 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 … Continue reading Bitch

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 … Continue reading This Could Be Us But You Playing