helping my brother out

February 27, 2009 at 1:32 pm (african american art, african american history, black authors, black history, def jam poetry, hip hop, naacp, poetry, rap, slam)
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Today I’m thinking about people that ask for help, so many of us hold on to the words “independant” and “self-sufficient” that sometimes when we see someone ask for help we might pass up the opportunity and the privelege. You know me I just wrote a poem about it…enjoy

Reach Out To a Brother

reach out to your brother please don’t leave me without a leg to stand on
i’m going thru some things that i just didn’t plan on
i need some help my brother the kind you could lend a hand on
and i know for sure that you could be my legs to stand on

right now i’m looking kinda depressed maybe even a little desperate
you probably thinking im begging but this is the best i get
i tried to do other things but life got in my way
now i just need a little help to get me thru the day

brother don’t look down on me cause i’m lowly really don’t be like that
cause if the shoe were on the other foot you couldn’t get no help like that
i’m asking for your consideration for a min of your time
i know that you are an important person so if the minute is to much
brother please spare a dime

i don talked with you to long for you to know or see
that there is more underneath these clothes and hair that what your eyes
can see
i’m trapped in a situation i’m gone need some of what you got to help me get along
and if you help me work this out i promise that when i am strong
i’ll take up the slack for you and help you carry on

cause i know that you are afflicted by troubles time and trials
and i know you probably thinking that you want to be left alone for a while
but don’t be that way brother that won’t get you no reciprication
i’m just trying to get you to help a brother out of a precarious situation

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thankful poem

February 24, 2009 at 12:58 pm (african american art, african american history, black history, civil rights, def jam poetry, hip hop, naacp, poetry, rap, slam, slam poetry, thanksgiving, Uncategorized, wife)
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I was listening to NPR one day and a lady had written a whole book on being thankful and why we should be thankful and the need to give thanks…that moved me so i wrote a poem about it i hope you enjoy

Thank you Iris

I’m thankful to have you
You be mad some days and I be mad too
You be mad at me and I be mad at you
But we got that mad love
And the love comes out more than the mad do

I keep thinking about snickers bars
Then that makes me think about Reese cups
And then sure enough
I cant thank God enough
Because the more I think about you the more of you I want

I love the way you laugh
cause your laugh is off the chains
And if I divide your laugh by the sound
only your smile remains
And I’m grateful
Yes I said that I’m thankful

I see your hair is such a pretty thing
Thick as the corn syrup and black as jelly beans

You look just like a queen
And maybe I’m a king
Or maybe I’m a fein
Because I’m over here shaking till you get back to me
And I’m thankful to have you
You make me feel safer

And I really just want to see if the words on the paper
Make you think of me
Cause I can only think of you
That’s just me being real
You can be my juicy fruit
And I will be your orange peal
Or you can be my candy coated cherry girl
And I will be delighted
to bite it…..oops maybe I should backspace
Here let me just re-write it
You got me so excited
I would be delighted
It keeps coming out that way ain’t no other way to write it
And I don’t want to overstated
but you the kind of girl that a guy could run away with
I just want to let you know
That I’m forever thankful to have you
I need you to know it
So even if I don’t show it
deep on the inside my love for you is flowing

I done gone off on a tangent but if you think
that you can handle it
Come and go away wit me I’ll never leave you stranded
I want’ you like a bandit
Looking at a thing and he knows he could never have it
I’m not trying to thief you
I just want to reach you
And if you come with me I have some things I will teach you
with love I will meet you

give me one chance just to say what I want to
I’m so into you I thought I could be at peace
Like the peace I have with you and I’m thankful now at least

I never thought I could relax and let time grind to a halt
but that’s just what seems to happen when we recline and we talk
cause a minute by your side is better than any 2 else where
When I’m with you I live with out a care
and the threats go away
my caution leaves me
I think you love me too
Unless my eyes deceive me

so I’m thankful believe me
And in my prayers that is what I say
a thousand times day
Thank you for this girl lord
may she never go away

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adding my first poem

February 20, 2009 at 3:00 pm (black authors, black history, def jam poetry, hip hop, naacp, paul laurence dunbar, poetry, rap, slam, Uncategorized)

I promised that I would give this 100% right now that will just consist of me adding poetry that I wrote so if you are reading this leave a comment if you have any questions.

Hip Hop Generation

Go back where you belong this will fall on us
We are taking up the slack let it fall on us
If it’s our responsibility you can call on us
The food and the drink it’s all on us
The cars clothes and lifestyle it’s all on us
We got this the response time is minimal
and each and every one of us will stand as individuals

The fact is we did that for practice
Now things are serious and we are going to the mattress
We gone go ahead and stick it out like a cactus

We made the choice to step up to the plate
If you planned to bomb us you planned to late
This is the modest declaration of the plans we’ve made

Big boy’s stepping up raising our kids
Water bill paid lights on at the crib
Curtains on the windows sheets on the bed
Jordan’s on the kids feet daddy’s making bread
Momma’s in the mall call it her walk in closet
down at the bank making a deposit

Momma got the house decorated painted
and fully furnished
Daddy got a new hot water heater,
generator and a furnace

Watch me boy I’m giving you the real
3 kids two cars we got families to build

You could walk away now but then you miss the good part
Like picking up your baby girl from the first day of head start

Girl you could leave your man because he has no ambition
Or you can talk to him like Anita Baker or
Lena Horne make him really want to listen

You hate your baby daddy
Leave him on the curb with his boys
Then when he gets sucked down the drain
What you gone tell his little boy

You hate your baby mama
Let her and her mom raise your kids
and when your daughter becomes bitter
and your son becomes a coward
Then you can reconcile with yourself
in a motel six shower

You don’t know what that means?
That’s when those regrets rain on your head
And you ask yourself
Why am I here when I should be there instead?

Whether I go platinum or plastic
I’m focused like a laser beam
so you could say I’ve gone plasmic

It’s our responsibility to pick ourselves up
I’m starting with the books on the library shelves
My plan is to change the face of an author
Hip hop has a way of defining its own scholars
so give me a couple years and a few dollars
I’ll be a blurb in the vibe magazine

Just don’t call me a lazy no good slacker
Don’t call me a dead beat father
Don’t call me the imaginary author
The one walking around with good ideas but just talking
I’m trying to be the next Booker T Washington
Tavis Smiley, Micheal Eric Dyson
The Lyrical Mike Tyson
Of this Hip Hop Generation

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