Cutt Out

When ties cut.
The fall will be

massive like.
Lies that touch

the lives of the gullible.
Pure, poor bastards

who also.
Took a life or took there own after…

Im not surprised.
To hear all the

guilt tripping.
Foot clipping.
Thoughts into

self doubt.
Heart breaking how.

You cant feel or hear any push of confidence.

Aggressively being

told that you will make it out…

With a hand full of sillys

and glitter Lillys. Pinching

your nerves, to see them

happy while you suffer.

Wanting nothing in life.

To not be toxic. To

toxic for wanting a friendship. Can’t even comprehend your

own insanity to begin with…..

Thicker of the Thinning

Unjust!
I’m
So use to
This…
I
Just
Adjust
Can’t shake
It like angel dust
cold sweats
On this cold pavement
Onto a cold slab
Unzipped the black bag
Opened
From head to toe
They said that was the best part of the show 🎲🎰🪄🎩

“They think they know”

They dooo…
They think
they doooo…

You don’t listen
You compare.
You brush me off
Like you don’t care.
Clarify this shit…
As My diagnosis
rolls up off anothers
Tongues…

like
Water off a leaf
That’s weak…

Let me make it
Clear to those
Who won’t and
Don’t understand
That the issue
Can’t be compared
To you self
Diagnosis of me
Or yourself.

Boxed in a
A box in corner…
Small walls
I can’t peak over
Them.
With out…
I dare you to
speak… Making
Me more lonely…

“OH just do some breathing techniques and exercise. “

Ok that’s fine!
but It only
Last for a little
while!
You wonder why!
I Don’t smile!
I just
Need a stronger
Dose im on
Enough meds
To take a bull
Down!

Make me bitter
At all repetitive
remarks!

You!
Don’t!
Know!
Me!

Let me tell you
How it feels to
Be me!

Relationships/can’t
Going out in public/won’t
Being surrounded by
new people your
Friend knows/ I don’t think so…

I can socialize
to an extent.
If I say something
Out of order…..
To the huddle…
You may or may
Not hear me
keep apologizing……..

So my isolated
My inner and outer
Being…….

These issues with
in me.

Can only be exposed
If you know me….
Or sometimes not
I just feel…
Real tire…
So good night…

O ya…
I forgot…

Most times group
With a bunch of
Me’s and yous can…
Maybe even a hand
Full can understand me…

Only!

My mind
Is…

Mostly out of
Order………

I never asked for
A pity party ………

Lemon Spines

(For WordPress only)


To the…

Nappy corn
rows…

Tribal mischief
making
Torn garment
Trending…

By black beauty
center fold
Of all earth’s
gold…

Times…

A planet
expose
to my….

Behold…

Never
to be forgotten
Trending center…

Fold…

Trending
Center fold
Trending center…

Fold…

Is for the love
Of sweat topics…

You write with…

Tongue a tropical
Thunder…

Dances
to rain drops…

On our thrones…

As it was
written…

kings…

Queens…

Hello black
Self-esteem…

Black like the…

Power in
One right side
Fist to….

Sometime
A strike…

Putting
Up a fight…

Solution was
Fists…

To….

Put you in your
Place…

Keeps
you on point…

To wicked ways…

Black is beautiful….

I say black…

It Is beautiful in
every…

lips shade for
shadowing me…

Like the trees
swaying in the breeze…

Cameroon soil…

Uganda…

Tanzania…

South Africa
Before the British
Took it….

Yet…

I got to have
that center to
fold you…

To ease
my social
Anxiety…

The only
Race of a people
Who don’t look
Down on me….

Aren’t Frightened
by me…

We can only
Truly know our
Own struggle…

Sun rises
on dark skin…

A melonated
Fragrance…

Light skin….

I can’t…

Fight skin…

Is a…

delight skin…

Smells like..

Like…

Like…

Damn it’s
So repetitive…

Never to be
forgotten by I…

Like the
Lost tribes of
Israel…

Come over
here…

Give
me some of
the sweet sweet…

Ooowww….

Chocolate Sunday
on a Saturday…

leaving Monday
a day for fun day…

making it feel like a
Friday…

Touch my
Chocolate…

I’ll take
the trash out like
Thursday…

Not a hopeless
romantic…

Bandit thoroughly…

Needing my
black bambee
close…

To…

I…

eye to
eye is a kiss full..

Hugs so tight I can
feel your….

Soul…

my black…
Ah…

Da..

Black Queens……..

To Sock a Cucumbers

Life is a scrimmage
Getting ready to pull
Out….

pop! pop! pop!
Tendencies!

Non stop!

How to shoot
Then lay low from!

Your brutality!

Like hiding a stain
On gradma couch…

You cant!

You know
She going to
Find it!

As you do!

The word already
Got out!

For the law to
Come get you!

You better hope
They find you…

Before the streets
Do!

Your shoes
In the dumpster…

What did your
feet do!

Your crew is
a qazine
Best served
With
Info…

Ya…

Your real
thorough…

So you stand on
Your ten
toes comfortable!

Remember
You will always
Reap!

The sewing
Machines of
Other Dumbfounders
Like you!

Found when!

Family can’t
Guide you
Or hide you!

You’ve
Broken the very
Definition of…

what
It means to
be a real gangster…

For one…

Family always
Comes first!

You run to help
Your community
To breath!

Those in need!

Don’t take from
Someone doing
Just as bad as
you!

If you going
To do it…

Steal from
The system’s
Branch corporate
theives!

Ain’t no honors
Amongst black
theives!

Any theives!

Come together like
Gum under your
shoes…

You broken the
Rules…

Roc a bye baby…

There was no soon
For you…

Salt and Mud

You left me stranded

So I drowned in
Gun fire, Jack Daniels
And 40oz”s

Drama, flying saucers
Bullets lost in
brick walls

Lodged

In house furniture
Sold out slugs

Copper tops tree top
Pirus

Cookie cutters

My Dimu called
Them bookie
Butters

Like he
Had a speech
Impediment

Thats just Blood
edicate

Raised hell
A bit

To intelligent

In a cell a bit

Letters never
Sent never
Touched

like
They were
Celabate

You
Never sent
A letter back

The child
That was once
Beaten blue

Brused for
For nothing

By you

Clutching a belt
Shaped as a “U”

Ungrateful
And unfaithful like
Samson

So

I stay absent

Like you

Birddy Canary

I feel like

Silence is

The answer

To a mathematical

Problem

The equation

Space

To make

A novel

Praised

For the

Use to

Silence-err

Couldn’t see

What I mean

With a monical

You couldn’t

Feel my Words

With a key

To catch

Up with

the day

Locked

Out of

Thankfulls

And thank

you’s

Your own

Answer

Or is it

Protection

For what’s

To come

A mediphor

Unpluged

Giving you

The truth

In the

Feeling

Of what

Is why

I go by

And go

Through

As a silencer

No fake

Smiles

To pardon

You

From death

Till only

I am left

Attached

Mentalities relapsed+

Bloody scars that painted my
Knuckle+

War paint
Cuddles my face
I’m black and I’m
Proud+

From the
Feet to the root canal+

A tramatic opposite+

I linger in blank expression+

Eyes wide open+

without
No type of emotions+

Poker face here+

Not bluffing+

No room for let downs or
believing in something+

my
Own mental distruction+

Nothing+

It’s nothing+

Living in hell I’m use to the most, beautiful, rotton+

Sweet sorrows+

I Embraced
The reason its not to be chased+

The heathen+

Certified On All Sides Bitch

Till I D.I.E WEST SIDE fuxk those opinions There’s been a opioid Epidemic In the city’s,

Were my people Resigned aside Gentrification But when our Bodies drop We never even got mentioned, T

hey didn’t give A fuck,

No news, No propaganda Ask yourself this,

What black person You know own a Port with ships,

why When a collage Kid comes to The ghetto with His friends to get a hit, They get let go When cought With contraband,

We go to jail Bail revoked, nine postponed Trial dates, Fuck America Y’all made us This way And fuck you Coons,

Dancing for master Racism and Lynching still, Exist, but to Most it don’t even matter,

the world Rather focus On pro nouns And space Travel, Iphones and Shit, I’m pissed, to be frank I’m tired I can wait, Till this world is Purificate,

Burns All of there Ancestors sins away A blood line condemned Did, Fuck you, Fuck you If America was Litteraly The last pussy On earth,

I still wouldn’t Fuck you, You fucking Fools, Listen, His a history Lesson, For you disrespectful, Bitchs,

My ancestors Came from Africa, So what does That make me, How can I be Anti-Semitic When The Semitic one is me, What number Never changes in Shape,

The number 8, Fuck Instagram, To Those private Prisons the provide my niggaz to live in, funded By you company leaders, Facts!

Where The Grown leaks

Boyyy!

It’s some secrets in that
Grass filled nut cluster.
Only place in the City
With those many agonising.
Fuss over those plasma gases,
Erupting. The remaining broken
dreams. I’m sorry……….

For all those secrets to
Whom I was a major resident…
Of…

Seen more and, more broken
Dreams piled up in my memories…
I’m sorry…

I’m sorry that I had no compassion.
Iron wounds room, rounds, half fumigated.
can still smell the faces. The secrets…
Dribbled to dabbled.
From some grapes to raisins….

From Billboards new state
where some secrets were staged..
Loved ones missing days.
Months of sleep.

Imagine how that hard dirt felt
Keep secrets yet… Only
Those of them became worthy. the grounds creepier states… Of mind…

No capability, lack there
Of Santa’s gifts.
So many secrets
Sooooo so many secrets
That those dirty dandelions
Wanted to tell…

Even if those ugly weeds
could…

They’d become a secret to…
One of a promised action
Without the need for
Currency.

Sooo many secrets in my
Dreams!  They’ll Rome forever.
I’m good at keeping
Our giant show time secrets
for you….

No matter what…

Vanished!