Next to you.
Crown to sternum.
Tickled by tiny tresses.
Safely assuring safety.
Soft kisses between the brows.
Intention at the tips of fingers.
Gentleness behind every stroke.
Heart beating the sounds of raindrops.
Inhaling and exhaling in sync.
Warm breaths smelling of agape.
Nestling further into every crevice.
Awareness wavering.
Drifting deeper into your gaze.
Lips meeting where unsaid words come to die.
Defying distance.
Kindred souls reconciled.
Past transgressions cast away.
Next to you.
Y'all gon get enough of
choosing trophies like they don't rust.
Like they don't collect dust.
Like beauty doesn't flee
and in charm you can trust.
Y'all gon get enough of
choosing widely
when you need to be choosing wisely.
Planting your seeds in dirt.
Creating more hurt people to hurt.
I said
y'all gon get enough of
running from your own reflection,
too afraid to look in the mirror
frightened of drawing nearer
to the ones that help you to see you
a little more clearer.
In lieu of World Suicide Prevention Day, I dedicate this piece to those that struggle with this battle. You are NOT alone. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 800.273.8255
#keepgoing
Never thought I'd pen realer rhymes
of iller times.
But now we're all sick.
At some point
we all wear it,
we all bear it,
a diagnosis
and more than half of us
share it.
Feelings of being defeated,
you wanna beat it
but what's there to do,
when you look in the mirror
and your enemy is staring
back at you?
Frustrated in your own being,
agitated without meaning,
all the while seeming
like everything is okay.
Day after day..
Sad cause you're angry,
angry cause you're mad.
I mean
they say we're all a little crazy.
Mentally a little hazy,
unable to see through the fog.
Bogged down by life,
trying to appear right,
like all of our shit is tight
and together.
Slowly unraveling,
traveling to those dark recesses
we try not discuss.
Plus,
if you're being honest
you wanna blow the match between
the #1 heavyweight contender
and the opposing thespian pretender.
Each in their own corner
Up against the ropes,
with hopes
that they both lose.
Refusing that anyone dare throw in towel,
but it's dripping red.
Besides
no one's there,
these are just thoughts
playing out in your head.
No one can see that you're
internally black and blue,
attacked and through.
How many,
how many times
have you fantasized
about sliding a sharp razor
down your pulsing vein?
To watch it drain
into a bloodbath--
no period.
This is not your end,
it's an and
and I'm talking punctuation.
Leave your mark--
Semicolon;
it starts
when you keep going.
When you realize you're the seed
so you keep growing.
Them voices lose volume
when you choose not to hear it,
when you choose not to fear it.
Life ain't all that bad.
We all weather gloomy days,
and search for new ways to be happy..
You know that's an inside job.
So put in the work and watch it work.
You're never alone,
and if you don't believe me,
just pick up the phone.
I promise
someone is always near,
to lend you and even me
a listening ear. -Infinity
Gee sis,
no blasphemy
I'm not trying to to take anything from sweet baby Jesus.
But God has gots to be a black woman.
And there's proof,
an undeniable truth.
Evidence of Her eminence
is revealed through
the presence,
of the black man's essence.
Brothers,
in the beginning was the word
and then came you.
Greatness behind
whatever you set your mind to.
Scribed in the Genesis of her plan,
you were born to rule the land.
Fashioned to be set apart,
designer cut from one of a kind cloth.
Why do you think the world follows suit?
You are the flame,
they are the moth.
See son,
You are the rea-son
the world has so much taste.
Salt of the earth!
I said season
you are the reason
the world has so much taste.
She
sprinkled you with extra flavor
3 shots of mercy,
4 cups of favor.
Which makes you
mouth watering
finger licking
great.
Wait.
See men,
semen has nutritional property,
if only you properly
value
how you
manage the goods.
And I wasn't gonna take it there
cause it's lowkey unfair.
Like good God,
did you have to gift them with both the staff and thy rod?
Make em geniuses in bed?
Scholars at head?
And I ain't talking book smart.
For start,
during that skin on skin
they've gotta be some sort of kin
to both
Mr. Marcus and Lady Wisdom,
learned the moves;
mastered the rhythm.
I mean sheesh,
between the sheets
they're just a whole other
pedigree
and they better be
because you ain't create no dubs.
We no want no scrubs.
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from..
Me
Myself,
I,
only know real kings
that do real things
for their family
and their communities,
that seize all opportunities.
And we know,
we know that
when you were a child
you did as children do.
True,
you may not have had positive
models or examples in your past,
forced to learn fast
that fish rot from the head.
So you put in the work to break generational curses
and assure them cycles were dead.
There has always been a ploy
to steal your black boy joy.
For
whatever they can't become
they'll try their best to destroy.
You got em shook by your look,
it's too much like righteous,
too much of Her likeness.
The darkness
can't handle all of your
brightness.
You glow different.
You grow different.
Somehow,
both flawed and called.
Leaders of a new cool.
A tribe called blessed
And did I address
how she made you all so damn fine?
Like she made you ALL so damn fine.
Since the start of time,
you've been Her greatest
masterpiece.
Chosen to master peace.
And it so began
when she taught you how to be
the Proverbs 31 man.
To be that motivating
force that keeps
virtuous women going.
That keeps her flowing
simply
by believing
and
seeing
pass her insecurities and doubts.
By being the rain
in the midst of her droughts.
You are the yin to our yang.
The presence that allows us
to be present
and fully astute.
For that I give you
props,
honor,
and my
sincerest salute.
Kings,
together,
we are the lamb
of the Great I Am.
I'm also a mirror of what I CB4
a reflection of what's fact.
Yes,
God is a woman
that happens to be
blackety black.
Fuck a challenge
Over here we ingest
All of our fruits and veggies.
Bust nuts and pop cherries.
V8,
I'm good for you.
"V" ate,
That's a whole meal for you.
Ayo,
A taste of me
will elevate your mood.
Baby
I'm 100%
pure cedar wood.
Just heed the warning--
2 teapoons of me
first thing in the morning.
Lightly coated
from root to tips.
Just enough
to hydrate and nourish
what's under your
succulent lips.
I'll keep you looking
fresh,
shiny and
well tamed.
No worries,
you can thank me
when you come back
up from playing the
alphabet game.
A
B
C
There's no lies
what's between
my thighs,
leaves em moisturized.
The truth--
My coochie is like
the fountain of youth.
Naturally organic
have you
feeling and looking way young.
Have you saying and doing stupid shit--
you'll be all the way sprung.
I mean
Olay.
What more can I say?
I'm not trying to come off
as overly arrogant and bold.
Just letting you know that
this shit right here my nigga,
could be
bottled and sold.
I'm done,
finished.
There's nothing left to bargain.
Them other babies are Johnson's
and I'm essential
Argan.
The kind you apply when you wanna
be pampered and spoiled.
The only one worth considering
when you want the finest of beard oils.
