| I write haiku, spoken word, and erotica poems, these are but a few. (Don't bite because my stuff is copywritten!!!!) |
| CHANGE YOUR PARADIGM IN 2 PARTS (Dedicated to the MLK Jr. Dream) I The dream is still real We still have farther to go Change your paradigm II Willie Lynch, I don�t know if he was true but it seems to be, I don�t know about you Black on Black racism, worse than Jim Crow Causing us as a people not to grow, A slave mentality, not looking at the reality We still behind, but the establishment don�t mind We�re one less problem to worry about It�s time to go a different route, Change the process, keep the goal It�s time to again get bold, Raise the black - fist, make some noise For the future of our little girls and boys Let�s make an economic impact, So they won�t be able to shun us as a race and turn their backs We got to get focused, so they�ll notice and have to take into account What we�re really about, not what the news is reporting about There is no time like the present We�ve too long played the peasant Right now is our time All you have to do is Change your paradigm LUNCH � BREAK Damn, girl is that your cervix I�m hittin??? See fuckin� around with you, I just wanted to put the tip in, Now I�m balls deep, the kind of fuckin� that�ll put that ass to sleep Aw shit now from the back, Of course I�ll put my finger in your crack, That�s the way you like it, Reach around and grab those tits, Squeeze and tickle those nipples, I�m so glad you un-did my zipper Got my rock hard dick throbbin and pulsatin in side that hot pussy Ooh it feels good, you so wet and gushy O shit, O shit, I�m about to cum, Keep doing that thing with your tongue Awwww babyyyyyy, You knew exactly what it would take, I�ll see you tomorrow around 12pm ish, That�s the earliest; I can take my lunch break. SPEAKING DRUM You speak many different languages And translate a universal truth Polyrhythmic voices with relations like Boaz and Ruth Deep tones, high pitches That takes me to a different place Your welcomed sound has the ability to fill any space Soothe the savage beast, or excite me to war! Invoke and inspire Take my concise to a level higher Make my spirit soar, Like a phoenix in the celestial An extension of my soul and my being that's residual It manifests itself thru me in the mental, emotional, spiritual and the physical, I am but part of the ritual My left hand and my right hand working interdependently, but in sync like my African Roots and my Native American Roots coming together as one You speak in all languages THE DRUM |
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