Title: Conceived In Love

By: William Bradley

Date: Sometime in 2002

Are you Mexican?

NO

Are you White?

NO

Are you Black?

NO

Then what are you?

I am mixed

But I am not mixed up.

Jokingly I may say half nigga and half honky but I was

Conceived in Love, but born into a world of racism and hate

Knowing only GOD controls my fate

Say what you wanna say,

Imma date who I wanna date

I grew up in south central  so my mental may be a little strange

I get looked at like I'm Samoan Cuban or Puerto Rican

I just say No I’m half black and half white

Accepted by my peers because they know who I am

Rejected by society because I cannot check the right box,

Confused to choose I can only pick one

Maybe ill pick other

No wait can’t do that

Then society will just think I’m illegal and throw me right back

Unwanted by whites because I talk with a slang

Not wanted by blacks because I don’t look the same

This leaves me with in a world of confusion and isolation

Did not know Dr king, but I now know what he lived for

So its hurts my heart when I cant walk down the corridor

Or to the corner store without being hassled

Not knowing when I turned my tassel to the other side I would enter a world with evil in its eye

This is why………………

We Need To Find A Solution

I don’t want to curse but in my second verse I just may have to

I’m given no more options

My nerves surfs my brain for and educated word, but cannot find one

So I must resort to using profanity on this one

I can’t take this fucking shit any longer it has to stop

So when will the world grow the fuck up and stop blowing shit up

I hit you so you hit me back

When will we ever live in peace and harmony?

Not in this lifetime I say

When beaten because you are gay

Pulled over because you are black

Not accepted by society because you won’t follow the guided path

So what if I want to wear my hair nappy or in braids

Die it red or blue

Who cares if I have two different color shoes

You don’t pay by bills so don’t tell me what the fuck  to do

So if you’re talking to me and I’m ignoring you

I mean no disrespect but I can’t understand what you’re trying to say

So will you please get the fuck out of my way

I'll say excuse me the first time

But the second  oh no

I’m throwing elbows like Ludacris so I suggest you let me go

So Move Bitch Get out the way

Make some room for all the poets in here today

You may not believe me

But try me if you will

I don’t pack the steel, and that’s ok

Because I shoot my words out at you like bullets

Never missing always hitting

My words form sentences

My sentences form phrases

My phrases for paragraphs

My paragraphs form essays

My essays form my eclectic form of writings that even puffy tries to sample

With every word I converse to you and to you

You sit at the edge of your seat waiting to see if I’ll change the beat

I make love to you with my words

Showing your mind  something new

Growing you spiritually and mentally

And hoping that you will see what I do

If you want come look through the world in my eyes

But wait I must warn you

My eyes see some scary things so be prepared

If you ever get a lil scared

I don’t blame you

I get scarred everyday

Handcuffed and assaulted by corrupt cops

Only see me as a nigga with no thought

But oh wait Mr. officer you will listen to me

You can shackle my arms and legs

And that’s ok

But what you can’t restrict are my thoughts

That I think and say everyday

Throw me in the back of a patty wagon with my pants still sagging

But my words will fly

Fly like angels

And my spoken word will be heard

Commentary: This is the other poem that I came home and wrote that first night I went to that poetry spot I think it is pretty accurate