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Menace

To be exact

when it comes to black

no ones predating us

The founders went on conquest

Their mission was enslaving us

Colonies all our people

Livestocking and trading us

Saw power in our skin tone

And made a plan change it up

Saw God in all our faces

still chose to violate us

saw the beauty n our women

Then decided they should rape her

See us suffering in the streets

They use guns instead of tazors

Then sentence us to the jail

With a bunch of loaded cases

Now his comissary low as fuck

His baby mom ain’t showing up

His starving barely holding up

He smiling cus he going nuts

His son just started high school

Can’t get him on the phone much

His step dad gotta crazy mouth

So youngin fighting grown ups

He see his dad and let him know

his plan to hit the streets

Ain’t bout to ask his mom

or her new man to buy his sneaks

And Dad knows that once a man decides

he can’t be stopped

That nothing can derailed em

so he put him on the block

He tell him if gets caught

to keep his mouth on lock

And if they try to run up

Give em something from this glock

Ain’t learn shit from his dad

Except how a Demon

Society looking at him

like another curse seamen

On instagram they snitchin

Whole world no he wanted

And his mother going through it

Cus this ain’t life she wanted

She join a church

get close to god

Her head stay in a bible

He hiding what he feel in side

Too focused on survival

Plus he got his girl pregnant

Every night his thoughts spiral

Just another Black male

who got caught up in the cycle

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Memoirs: Solar Energy

Who will love this man?

A question I sometimes ask myself at night while alone listening to music and feeding to  my oral fixation with a cigar I purchased from an Asian restaurant.

Deep thoughts circle in my mind. Some so dark that I immediately pray they never escape my mind. Others so enlightening that I fear ill be crucified if I ever form words to express them.

You see, I’m afraid of myself. My essence and my power make me feel like I’m the Sun; beautiful to look at but too dangerous to get close to.

My clairvoyant persona something I sometimes wish I could hide but like the sun surrounded by clouds its only a matter of time before the light on the other side peaks through again.

As I begin to regain focus my vision clears and I recognized my path, filled lighted and  truth.

Yet some nights I still find myself asking:

“Who will love this man?”

Who will be brave enough to love the man who holds the power to either heal or destroy the world?

HE, he will love Self; for his survival in this dimension rest upon this defining decision.

 

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Things to do the next time I fall in love 

Tell her she’s beautiful, and that no matter how fast the years past she’ll always be that way to you. Show her that no matter how cruel the world is she’ll always be what gets you thru.

Give her a home to preform her blessing. Make her feel your warmth even when you aren’t  present.

Give her your undivided attention. Apologize for your mistakes, even the ones she doesn’t mention.

 Give her enough time to see your vision and when ever she cooks offer to clean the kitchen.

Be her truth and show her the light. When things go left be the reason they go right.

Put her on game and show her what’s up. Stay down for her until y’all come up. 

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