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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……..
love
They Gone Go
You can
have the
best dick
in the universe!
You can
have the
greatest
pussy of
all times!
You can
be honest,
loyal!
You can
give all
your love,
give the
Perfect
Balance
Of affection!
You can
be rich,
wealthy,
all of thee
Above!
Helll! You
can be a
Fuxking
famous
star!
You could
have done
whatever
they wanted
Gave whatever
They desired
Or thought
They deserved!
If they
gone
cheat on
you!
They Gone
cheat on
you!
It’s nothing
you can do………….
Don’t try
to fix it
coz it wasn’t
you!
Fuxk the
excuses,
Those
narcissistic
Point of
Views………….
The blaming,
Finger wagging,
The misery
They put you
Through…
There
misbehaving!
All The
moral
indecency
Projected
On to you!
Cheating on
someone….
is…..
A selfish
thing that
causes a
Traumatic
Feeling,
trust issues,
it’s mentality
abusive…
It can get
Physical….
If they
can cheat
on you once
Then they
will damn
sure
cheat on
you again………….
“NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS!
ITS NOT YOUR FAULT AT ALL
WHY THEY DID IT!!!”
Male/female.. Whatever the fuxk you young mah fuxkaz identify as or go by.
Devouring The Devoted
A
subtle
thought
Apart
from
who
You
see
I
don’t
rain
on
Parades
I
leave
A
chemical
of
Aromas
built
By
Chilled
atoms
To
A
Tantric
mental
Catching
Your
Mind
like
Fly
paper
It
never
goes
Away
Pheromones
Special
guest
Hitting
the
nasal
Inhaled
turning
Eyes
from
black
To
hazel
Now
you
are
trapped
In
my
rum
drunken
Legs
Drunk
Waking
you
up
Like
America
running
On
Duncan
Morning
Hot
Coffee
Donuts
I’m
like
shoes
that
fit
You
just
right
I’ll
wear
You
on
me
like
a
balaclava
eyes
hold
Fire
before
I
run
In
your
bank
To
Withdraw
From
Sticking
Up
Blushing
Comet
Orgasmic
Lips
To
Kiss
To Audition For Solar Energy
Potential
Increased
Slight
showers
Down
On this
QUEEN..
Down to Her
sunshine..
I..
Am..
Forced
To yield..
From
the brightest..
Gleam..
And
Into the flames..
Of lightning..
My eyes from
Behind my
Eyes lids..
Snatched
Them quickly
Blinded..
I’m not afraid..
To touch
The polit
Light..
The
enticing
sun’s
beauty…
The rays have
Grazed my
endorphins..
Till I’m
Fully
engulfed in
Her smile..
Nope..
No choices..
A wild
fires a
forming..
A triangular
earth…
My heart
pounding
From the
Hips rotation..
Three
hundred
sixty degree..
Triathlon..
In her eyes
My Words are
trapped..
Not..
Gone..
On contact..
No preservatives..
Fresh..
Organic..
Resurrection..
Savory..
Insightful..
Stifles..
My..
Perceptions..
her minds..
Unsaid Times..
I’m upset
Dying to..
See one last
Smile..
past in
My dirrection..
Locomotive Locksmith
Through my teeth.
I exhaled my strong self-esteem…
Warm air On the back of
Your neck…
No resistance…
I’m what you were
Missing…
My experience…
Hard Like wood cabinets…
Maybe like brass knuckles…
Let your Lips glistening
Like some lacker… Spreading…
Acrylic strong, vibes,
Good vibrations on
Time…
I Rubbed my stomach…
Entertainment in
for the mouth… More
Play… List…
This ain’t for play…
Rained all day
Down drapes…
A reservoir…
Shows its showers
Before the forecast…
The flowers stimuli… Dipping
Into the vase…
Model Venus…
Breaking the modem…
I couldn’t control my router…
Your soft aggression…
Undeniably…
Spitting like a cobra.
Till… The throat is filled like…
A glass of water
Protein…
Outbursts like Tourette’s…
Syndrome… Fell over
The spot like a… Comb
Over…
Flipping dirty buns in boyshorts
By hand… Spreading….
Like butter…
I can’t believe it’s not…
New angles given…
Your feet a occupational
Position…
My human instincts became…
Well…
Questionable…
Letting the beast out…
Slipping into a cloud…
Show the pipe a slice…
No mainstream artwork…
We just nasty matching nasty…
Bite size creativity sleazy, but
It creates those fabrics
That wont break a bond of order…
The kingdom understanding
No ocward…. Ness….
Bare with me
Till I charge back up…
Shea Butter
My intro wore your body
out like the latest
fashions…
Capsules in tattoos,
Brain washed by
Someone so called taboo…
Someone I
Spy, that’s brown
Skin through
My glasses…
Crowned by
Your influence,
To Shine gold sunz
over me…
Jewel of the
Smile only
motivates
My Integrity…
Lables of silk
Stampede all
Over your figure…
I figured out,
If I stay on your
Heels, then
You will make
One man…
The fool of all
That is real…
Untied, tounge
Out like unlaced
Sneakers…
Funny that I,
Peep us, more
Then you could
Ever…
I can write
A courious
About
My Visions on
Loop…
Yet, visions can
Be very scary
When you can see
Beyond the future…
The truth…
On self, I pray that I
Don’t place a
betting…
chance
With a Russian
Rulete mind
Frame…
For I know, that at
At the end, I’d
Be the one shot
In the head…
With no chances
Of surviving…
When love at first
Write, is a pen
On paper.
Out of control.
The odds of me
Surviving Having
A hole in my
Head.
Is a metaphor
For trying to find
A soulmate
that will
Never end.
Without us…….
“700th Post!”
I think it’s crazy how.
I’ve lasted so long.
No face in the mud.
No bullets in my back.
No more selling crack.
I cracked my knuckles
Before I’ll ever fumble my
Life.
I’ll get pushed
Down by some badges.
Searched up.
beaten down!
Naw!
never me!
I made it clear
That I’d shoot first
Before they ever bury
Me!
I’ll sleep awake!
So no one can take
My dreams.
I’ve grown here.
A month before I
Started typing on
WordPress. I was
Fresh up out the
Can. Throwing away
My I’d badge.
Damn!
House raided again!
Two
Days after. I was back
In jail. then questioned.
Almost violated parol
Into probation. Came home
Again to see my younger
Brother.
He gave me the
Referral to refurbish
My life. Then he said to
Me.
“Tell your story!”
“Well don’t tell them everything?!”
“Man wtf!?”
“Just type in!?”
“You don’t know how to!?”
“Damn it!”
“Just write and I’ll type it!”
I’ve been on here ever since.
700th BABEEEEEE!!
A negro still here!
Thanks for all the support, loves and encouraging words!
Peace and blessings to you all!
Deadly Melodic
Just one
serving of
You.
I’m the dish
Flavored till complete.
Glass lips break, into
Cotton candy.
Grapes…
Lipstick those
falling shards onto
my cheek bone.
Formed A
Cutting-edge kiss.
You almost fell…
like some priceless
China plate before
I caught You.
No matter what
The risk.
I’d never
Let you ever.
A finished cuisine,
Ever hit The floor till.
Shattering.
There is no Remake
As remarkable.
Your Ivory
Sculpture.
So neatly
fine.
Looks like a
Hieroglyphs in
Lines.
Drift-tastic.
My micro endorphins
Open up like.
The sun…
Peaking through the.
After storm clouds.
This was no dream,
That your features
Were close up.
Smiled!
At the flawless
Voodoo.
I’m under
The spell of your eyes.
Oh Lord!
You put a
Spell on me!
You speak Like its
written in old English
Cursive.
Like re-watching
You in a short black and White documentary.
I comatosed into
Nostalgia…
In front of a
mirror…
In What seemed to be
An elevator….
A star, bound
To the ocean.
Into the third eye,
Left wet finger
Prints on me.
I was browsing entirely,
I became quiet.
I wish I was that
Mirror.
A phenomenon
Of beauty.
to fucking
exquisite…
I can’t fucking forget it!
Matches Into Black Tea
The ceremonial brew that…
Twists together…
To make the perfect liquids…
Adding to hydrogen blown…
Going boom…
Her sword can cut me…
Into her ends and outs and piles of happiness…
In suckable stipends…
Wrapping me up like…
I am the burrito…
A strong tuck, tucked to your stomach…
like waistbeads…
Can I lay on you…
The bed frame is a rough sailings…
Making its way to heaven…
Hit from the back, yes I’m sure of it…
Knock knock…
Opening up the pearl harbor early…
So I can dock my hardship…
Enough for the liquid icing to shine…
It all up…
Lap increased open…
To slide into the wheels of fortune, penetrating…
That course of composer so juicy…
Till I ease the end in…
Onto the onion…
Crying out for more, raw consumption…
Radar detecting out…
That, outstanding oral fixation…
Updated, plated for my order…
Sweating has increased for my pleasure…
Falling out of your poor’s like…
Elderly black women in church…
Feeling the Holy ghosts…
Some hot black tea till our time together divorces…
This overdose…
Sensational vacation…
Verbal, vocabularies coming out if…
done right….
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