This blog is a way to share my poetry with the world as well as to connect the world with me and my ventures (the first of which being my first book "Blue, Purple, & Scarlet). There will be poetry added frequently as well as streams of consciousness coming from complex and overworked mind of a young, educated, black man working to become a success. Enjoy the ride.
My Last Show
Downtown Durham, NC (Bimbe Festival 2010)
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
U Gotta Love Yourself
Real fast
picture freddy kruger
a gremlin
and a hairy smelly ass
i find myself with my back to this wall
and thats what i'm starin at
The wall is cold
The way room temperature can be sometimes
With my warm back pressed so snugly against it
I find comfort in this position
because its too damn ugly to be pretentious
and ugly stands for U gotta love yourself
U gotta love yourself
ugly
"let me hold something playa",
"boy its ugly today"
you ever seen someone so sexy you had to look away
but see, i can look ugly right in the face
from the dirty pissy j's
thats all over the place
to the eye sore where i was raised sir
i seen ugly like
okay
pickin which bills ima pay
i seen ugly like i dont got nowhere to stay
buckshot beedebee pam ugly
aunt esther ugly
old bad bottom gorilla faced hussy
ugly
ol frog-eyed fish eating fool
ugly
and i aint have no tv show to make it funny
or money to make it cool
i know it feels good to be pretty
riding tall through the city
And i live in Midtown
with the pretty buildings
and the pretty people
in their pretty little cars
and pretty little make-up
to cover ugly ass scars
because with beauty comes insecurity
we just wanna be where the pretty people are
but its something about knowing shit is not looking good
less stress-bound
thats why you feel liberated when you dress down, dont you
dont you
and yea,
yea, it feels good to be pretty
ridin tall through the city
but pretty falls apart and they dont make enough glue
ugly know its ugly and ugly know what to do
ugly aint scared of no mirror
could i say that about you?
tryin to keep up with appearances
thats running from you
that junkie lady pissin outside
on the ground
downtown
she aint scared of no mirror
cuz she cant hide from the fact that shit is ugly right now
so even though shit is ugly right now
its comforting
in the same way as fuckin a ugly woman is
you know she aint cheatin
and you dont care if she is
what you see is what you get
and it is what it is
U gotta love yourself
sometimes that mirror can make it hard to love yourself
Ugly
from where im standing shit is ugly
with my back against this wall
from this side of the mirror
but ugly aint scared of ugly
and i'll get ugly right wit ya
cuz i aint here to look pretty
im here to paint a picture
that shit is ugly right now
but its cool
cuz i love myself
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Ke
It was better than any surprise any child ever got
This key I found to a reinforced lock
On a box
That i had owned and treasured
Then thrown away and forgotten
at the bottom of my closet
I thought I lost it
Under all my old clothes
under all my skeletons
Thing is, a locked box hidden under scary skeletons is easily forgotten
Especially when there's no key to unlock it
So I devalued what was inside it, and convinced myself that I would never find it
I even tryed to convince myself that there was never any box
Never any lock
Cuz the skeletons are scary and the closet is dark
And if it ever did exist, its all they way at the bottom
and its way easier on my mind to stop looking
So while blinded by closed eyes
Frozen cold, and closed minded
I was blinded sided by some shining object
Like sUnshine
It was a key
A key I had found and had been carrying around in my pocket
Now it was shining,
This key
Brightening everything around it,
So bright it was like it was all i could see anymore
And i couldn't imagine how i never noticed before
And I cleaned up my world
under the light it gave off
The sUnshine I saw
motivated me to want more
But I still had no box,
and I still had no lock
And my skeletons are scary
and my closet is dark
and I wouldn't dare approach that hellish closet
with this beautiful key
Can i tarnish the sUnshine with this dark side of me.
I was protecting the key
I had forgotten the box
Devalued the love that lied under the lock
because it lied under my scary skeletons
and I lied to myself so long
But the key found the box on its own
The key unbound the lock
And inside was the best feeling i ever forgot
Better than any surprise any child ever got
Instantly i felt
safe
secure
appreciated
warm
special
admired
adored*
not to mention spoiled rotten
But these are only words
without the feeling inside it
they cant begin to describe it
the long lost content of real love
I thought I'd never find it
But i found it in my girlfriend
Her name is Keanna
I call her Ke.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
The Point
Confusion doesnt wear a name tag
and answers dont broadcast locations
theres no app for that
I got an app called Point
but it cant give me direction
whats the point
good question
ima just address it
yall can gps it
I told God im lost,
send an angel to find me
Life is real and hell is hot
and the streets are cold
so you work and you hate work
and then you go home
and you hate home
cus not a single living soul
will ever be who you want them to be
what you want them to be
when you want them to be
and you eat so you can work
and you work so you can eat
but the grind doesnt quench your thirst
you drink water
just to fill your well of tears but you never cry
if youre lucky you get a shoulder to hold your head
and a hand to wipe em dry
but never the whole person thats beside you
and they ask you whats the problem
and they mean it from the heart
but the problem is you got so many problems
you cant tell them apart
and you dont have a solution and thats the problem
and its just cycles
and the rings start interlocking like the olympics
but this life aint a game
and you can run in circles as fast as you can
but you'll never get a medal to hang
over your heart
so the interlocking rings just become a chain
so let me ask you this, what the fuck is the point?
Well
God would die for me, thats the point
My daughter never sounds so happy as when she says daddy
thats the point
and love has its shortcomings
but thats beside the point
I owe it to myself and thats the motherfucking point
And i'm in line behind my breaking point
I got clothes, I got shoes,
Yea, im cool
And these women love a nigga too
but that aint the point
To make life easier for the next man
Thats the point
To sacrifice
because money doesn't suffice
and nothing with a price
is even part of the point
God would die for me
I tell myself thats got to be the point
Cuz honestly, i dont know
I just write poetry
these are just ideas
these are just my tears
these are just my years
these are just my fears
and it may not apply to you, these are just Naijeer
trying to let these words freshen a bitter taste
this aint a test
and i wont get a big red check or a smiley face sticker
so whats the point
they say theres a heaven after all this
is that the point
if i get rich i cant take it with
case and point
everybody has felt hopeless
like whats the point
My mama say this sound pessimistic
Thats the point
I cant sulk
But a young man's hope
Thats gotta be part of the point
A man with no job
met a man with no hands
no fingers to point
and im confused
like you once were
like you are now
and just like you
i keep going
even without knowing the point
Yo this all we get and this is all we got
Confusion does NOT wear a name tag
and answers dont broadcast locations
theres no app for that
I got an app called Point
but it cant give me direction
whats the point
good question
I just addressed it
yall can gps it