Free to be me, that’s who I know how to be.
From life experiences, no matter the setting, I have learned just to be me.
Many tried to shame me,
Ridicule and mock me;
Many unfriended me, chastised me, tried to block me.
They didn’t want me to be the true authentic me,
but tried to mold me into who they wanted me to be.
Change can be good, I know this to be true;
I had to learn patience with others,
I had to learn to taper what was truly on my mind
I had to learn how to accept others for who they were
without any prejudices, preconceived notions, and a closed-up mind.
I had to be kind,
Stop being blind;
Open up and admit,
Stop with the fake, I am important crap because of my degree;
Continue to strive,
Without guilt, or the blame game,
Resolve some unresolved anger,
you know, just deal with some shit.
While accepting me fully, with no shame or hate in mind.
I’m not ashamed to hang around all Blacks at work,
I’m not ashamed for wearing my natural hair, that’s YOUR problem.
I’m not ashamed of eating soul food, after all, other cultures stay true to themselves.
Judge me if you want, you will anyway,
But not I don’t give a [email protected], is all I’m trying to say,
.#BillCosby; did he do it?
The pudding pop guy;
The father on the Cosby show;
The spy on I spy; is he guilty? Or is it all lies?
A “Love Potion”
Makin’ them give it up;
knowingly and unknowingly, throwin’ it in his face;
many wonder why the long wait?
Mr. Cosby settled another case back in the day;
He paid money, the record was closed,
how then can “they” throw that same case back up in his face?
Isn’t there a time limitation?
A statute of such?
So many years later, WTF!
Is he a rapist?
Did he do it?
Are these women all lying?
Were they willing participant, knowing the drug in which they partake?
Mr. Cosby, if you are guily, oh what a waste!
Mr. Cosby, at one time, admonished other Blacks,
called then distasteful, thugs, slammin’ their culture right in their face.
old and blind,
bumping into poles, can’t walk straight, shit slammin’ him right in the face.
Holier than thou, livin’ a lie;
Wanting him to go out in disgrace.
If innocent, may God be with you,
If guilty, karma has finally caught up with you.
The innocent victims, the innocent children;
the innocent brothers, the innocent sisters;
friends, cousins, in-laws, lovers;
Boy what a mess!
My heart is so heavy for this massive loss;
A deranged lunatic, a wanna-be took them all out.
How could this happen?
Why didn’t anyone notice?
A lone wolf he’s called,
How about just a hateful murderer!
We are ALL human,
Not one better than the other,
Straight, gay, bi-sexual, whatever…
Black, White, Mexican, Asian, Puerto Rican, Pacific Islander, Native American, Bi-racial, Tri-racial, whatever…
Tall, medium height, short, small, whatever…
Skinny, fat, plus sized, or small, whatever…
Jew, Gentile, Atheist, non-denomination, Christian, Muslim, Catholics, Protestants, Jehovah Witness, Mormon, whatever…
We all want to be understood, loved and happy;
after all, God accepts and loves us all
RIP my brothers and sisters.
this world is still NOT free from all forms of
life’s mysterious hypocritical revelations.
Hate is in the air,
no one seems to care;
supporting Trump’s hate rhetoric,
forgetting that he actually verbalized advocating violence.
He’ll bail you out he said in public, spewing all kinds of discrimination.
the land of the free,
Unless you Mexican, Black, Filipino, or Muslim like me.
Support who you want, but do you support hate?
support who you’d like,
But really, a bully?
Shoot to kill,
no warning in sight;
videotaped, unarmed, watched; a jury, no conviction,
will our plight ever see the light?
Equality for all?
Or, will America continue this blatant disregard for Black life?
A rapper giving some Whites a pass to say the N word right in your face;
you a stupid [email protected]@a!
You a f’ng disgrace?
It has a double meaning?
Are we a disgrace to the human race?
Some sing "it" in songs; some rap "it" in raps;
many still get mad when someone White says "it"?
Who’s right? Who’s wrong?
Racism, what does it mean?
Prejudice, can all live the American dream?
Do some Whites fear Farrakhan & the Muslim nation?
Slavery, has it taught us a lesson?
Racism, is it disguised as an evil blessing?
April showers brings…WTF??!!
April showers brings May flowers,
Is that it?
Or since it will be summer,
will it just bring all the same ole type of shit?
Fights, babies, mayhems,
murders, rapes, smoking dope,
Men, more ladies.
Women showin their ass,
saying that they still got class;
posing on the internet,
wanting all to think they the shit;
Ain’t got a pot to piss in,
claiming to have over 500 FB friends.
Not thinkin in the future, that the shit will still be out there.
Men in their forties and fifties
In denial, saying 50’s is the new 20’s, [email protected]@a bye!!
Stop your lies, don’t deny; positive is ok, but being delusional
Jail time, no time, prison time got you mental,
one day this way, the next unconventional.
[email protected]@a killin’, stealin’, robbin’, actin hard;
Ain’t got shit, stop tryin to play hard!
You pretend that you have it all together,
but live off of others, can’t come to grips with the reality of the situation.
An arrogant [email protected]@a,
An unforgiving [email protected]@a,
A fault finding [email protected]@a,
But won’t admit yo own bullshit type of [email protected]@a;
You point out peps flaws type of [email protected]@a,
Won’t tell what you did type of [email protected]@a,
A one-sided [email protected]@a,
A hood rich type of [email protected]@a,
think you a better [email protected]@a,
Cas your credit good,
Got a couple of credit cards,
But you a in-debt type of [email protected]@a;
Tryin to live like the Jone’s type of [email protected]@a’s,
But in their eyes, you still just another [email protected]@a.
Glad to be who you are?
Sad to see how far or not far you are?
Wondering about someone’s car?
Wanting to be a star
Wanting to be rich
Wanting to be an athlete
Anything but who you are.
Wanting to be a singer
Wanting to be a Doctor
Wanting to be a writer
Wanting to be a prized boxer
Anything goes, no values, nor morals
If it feels good do it?
If you can, why not go through it?
Pretending to be more
Hoping to be more
Flaunting like you have more
But deep down, you still poor.
Saying who you know
Knowing what you say is untrue
Acting like you have it all together
Deep within, you’re insecure, scared
Nowhere near together!
Are you working to pay the bills?
Are you suing everyone just so that you can live?
Using dope, drinking to cover the pain?
Living carelessly, thinking only of the instant joy it may bring
You open the wrong Pandora’s Box
It may bring out a fox
That will be too hot to trot
Can you handle it?
Only life will tell
It’s March Madness,
You only live once, so you say what the hell!
Is it Black History month?
A celebration of culture,
A celebration of history.
Keepin’ our eyes on the prize,
at times, being wise,
often times, continuing in & believing the same ole lies.
Let’s celebrate the short month that we have;
we are still alive, passionate, thriving, and damn! We bad!
(NOT IN A BAD WAY),
as we continue to strive.
Many have gone on,
transitioned home from various reasons,
RACISM, MISPLACED RAGE, and from SELF-HATRED too.
We continue the struggle, Mexicans as well,
their ancestors slaving in the fields, working hard for a menial wage.
Julio Cesar Chavez fighting for justice, fair wages,
for his people to be treated just as fairly.
Cinco de Mayo is just a day of battle, not their true Independence Day,
It’s September 16th by the way.
What a hard working people, their struggles just as real;
Mexicans have some of the same struggles as Black folk,
they continue to fight for equality, while knowin’ that the struggle is REAL.
I didn’t write the history, so please don’t get mad when I remember…
Is Black History Month, A TRUE CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION?
Do you accept me for who I am?
Accept me for me,
Yeah, you say you do;
Allow me the luxuries, mistakes, openness, everyday occurrences,
The freedom to just be me.
Find fault in the common things I say;
Ripping apart, analyzing, critical, judgmental,
Doing the very same thing to me as you say I do to all other peps!
I just wanna be free!
Live life, talk at will;
if I misspeak, make an absolute statement,
Sometimes, just let me be!
I am learning, this shit is new;
I’ve been like an average person for so long,
this new me will not happen instantly.
Steel sharpen steel, yes I know;
There is pain,
I’m trying to get this thing called life right,
just allow me room to grow.
Lots of kids, parents getting older, some in good health, some of their health seems asunder. Should we take advantage? Should we get what they got? What if the other kids get it first? Why not increase my pot?
Parents won't remember, we can always lie, after all we seem so nice and innocent to other folks, can get any fool to believe my lie.
Steal money to pay a bill, steal a house, it's all about the same thing.
There is no God; God ain’t real you say, so you don't have to worry about Him, like all of the other religious fools.
All these people praising God, He didn't increase my riches, you think your slick ass did. What's done in the dark, will come to light; we all have to answer to a higher power, yours may not be God, but you will still feel someone’s wrath.
Lies, lies, lie all the time; you lie now at your age, claiming before you weren’t full grown!
Give me another chance, I want to work this out; I was young and dumb back then,
Yack yack, still running your [email protected]’ lying mouth!
You got caught in your lies, given an ultimatum;
leave that ho alone,
get your [email protected] out,
from now on,
you can use your own hand, and
shake it on your own!
What is it about men
As Amy Winehouse croons on Pandora
What is it about men?
Get back jack
You know what you know
Think you a gangsta
You aint about shit
Making babies here and there
Can’t even feed them, nor do you care
It’s more to it than just pimpin
Don’t like a good girl, you said she’s too simple
You want a ride or die bitch
Not knowin’ she will [email protected] any ole trick
You don’t believe in God
Just the rod between your thighs
When that no longer works
Taking a blue pill won’t guarantee that you will feel it jerk
Change your game
Before you end up being slain
It’s attractive to be able to take care of your family, especially your kids
You didn’t care about the mother, she tricked you, she lied,
You are to blame too; you should have covered that little dingaling
Young and focused.
I wanna be a teacher.
I want to be a doctor.
I wanna be a singer.
I want to be a lawyer.
Graduate high school,
damn what’s next?
Find a job and work a 9-5;
go to college, to get away from the house.
Graduate from college, pregnant and single;
Dropped out of college, wanted to party and mingle.
Baby’s dad absent and in denial;
heartache from my first love,
boy was that painful!
It took a while to move on from the wound,
I’ve healed some, now I must try to carry on.
Got a decent job, my college degree inspired.
Raised the kid, moved on with life.
Continued to do work, not having much fun in life;
boyfriend here, girlfriend there, not amounting to much.
Quit that job for a higher paying one, now that’s what’s up!
In my thirties now, damn! I need to focus!
Went back to college for another degree.
Married the wrong person, damn, divorced after only three.
Had another kid, the first one is now a teen.
Job after job; what went wrong?
Went to college for the wrong thing, my major never turned me on.
Forties, wow! That went so quick;
Still going from girl to boy, seems like I’m letting everyone just hit it.
Hate my job, why can’t I make good money?
Bumps in the road, ready to recover.
Working a high paying job, FINALLY, but still no real satisfaction.
Fifties, shut the [email protected] up!
My! How time flies;
second divorce, and a lack of job choice,
what will I do now?
Some friends are dead; some are in the same old boat;
The fine ones from school, and now old and many looked dried up.
Some still on drugs, one or two, seemed to have all the luck.
My kids all have grown, long gone from home.
The one that I never claimed, lives with her mom, she’ll be eighteen soon.
That was an oops back in the day; her mom lied about being on birth control;
I believe her, so that’s her fault, I was gone!
How do I live out the rest of my life?
Am I too old?
Sixties, holy shit!
It’s finally time for me to truly grown up.
No more living in the past, I see how time continues on;
Whether I’m on board; alone, married; single; working a toiling job.
Others may think I’m doing well, as they peer in on social media;
Well I didn’t tell them that, [email protected] it! that’s on them!
Sixties! Things just got so real.
As I look over my life;
Took a hard look right-
No longer jealous of anyone else’s life;
What they got was truly meant for them, no use of hatin’ on them.
Everything I got, everything I’ve earned, back then it may not have seemed like much,
But truly, I’ve learned a lesson in retrospect,
Sometimes life just sucks!
Since I can’t do it all over again;
I’ve decided no regrets; I still have time to live my best life yet.
Dating is a [email protected]!!
Plenty of fish
Damn! Dating’s a [email protected]!
Black People Meet
And I’m still single!
Met plenty of people,
many lie on their profiles;
meet for coffee, let’s sit and talk for awhile.
One was handsome, looked just like his pics,
his body tight, couldn’t see his [email protected]@ print.
We get close, lean in tight, made him laugh;
damn! his [email protected]’ teeth rotten;
that odor I smelled earlier was coming from his mouth!
Met another, boy was he it; nice conversations, we met for wine,
oh so handsome, I was thinking, what sweet jubilation!
Continued to talk, I drifted for a moment, when I snapped back,
he was talking about the moons and the freakin’ stars!
Maybe it was me? I tried hard to understand,
after all, this was a fine ass Black man.
What? I say, thinking about my past astronomy class;
I wanted this to work.
Hell I thought, give this brotha a fair chance.
He repeated himself, talking about the horizon; he was all over the place;
Lord Jesus! this man’s sounds as if he’s straight retarded!
No offense, yall know what I mean, after all, shit! I’m not trying to be mean.
Another date, why not get food I thought; this one is Hispanic and White,
I always liked a little flavor in my life.
He’s into me, yeah, and he’s fine.
We finished up our appetizers,
no talk of moons and the skies.
We look longingly into each other’s eyes,
this may be the one I thought;
as he slowly caressed my hands,
I then saw bed bugs crawling across his shirt collar.
Rough necks, never liked them, but give him a chance; his pic may not do him justice my friend said.
We talked on the phone several times,
he sent me a few texts.
He seemed super intelligent;
I was beginning to vibe with this man.
He said he couldn’t wait for us to meet,
I had him intrigued.
He said I seemed real, and down to earth;
we talked several more times,
why this man haven’t asked me on a date; just as I thought it, he said, let’s meet.
We made a date for the following Saturday, score! I thought.
Made an appointment to get my hair done;
Saturday came and went, yall know I never heard from this [email protected]’a again!
Sadness in my eyes
goes high in the clouds,
no one to throw an olive branch
no one gives a damn!
Selfish people everywhere-
cold, calculating, hard, bitter,
user, abuser, pervert, overachievers, quitters.
Reminiscing in my mind
when things weren’t so hard
when people were young,
life seemed to have had no limits;
people are now old,
worked their whole lives
to much of the world,
now they are useless, dried up, old, can’t fend for themselves
very little money, not even a decent retirement;
their health insurance sucks
No one gives a fuck,
their bodies badly broken,
worked over 40 years, but who cares,
And, now they still can’t get help,
selfish people everywhere.
Haters want to find fault in everything
It’s never them, but the blame is on someone else;
Childish, grown ass women and MEN, gossiping like old ass billy goats
Rolling their cocked eyes, whispering, I seriously wanna punch them in their damn throats!
Ho, get a clue! mind your own damn business; don’t worry about me, just do you!
Lonely in YOUR OWN LIFE, no one to hold your cranky ass tight thru the night,
It’s NOT my fault, take a hard look at your own life!
You go around so grumpy, cas you can’t get humpty,
cas u look so damn dumpy, don’t blame me! fix yourself up,
mature, read a self improvement book, relax,
before you have another nervous breakdown clumpy;
You a fake ass trick
cryin all the time to get your way
many would call you a bitch
you gone one day feel this lick
trust me, don’t want none of this
hope soon you get some dick
you may have a chance if you stop actin like a tired dried up witch
so get off your broomstick
you dumb dimwit
dirty lying dipshit
with your dumb ass sidekick
dirty little twit
old tired lookin ass
you can’t handle this
get a man so you can feel it
you’ll find peace
after he stokes you
lifts you up
get what I’m saying bitch?
Sadness in my heart
Sadness in my eyes
Sadness for the poor and old
Sadness for the Vets who are now home
Sadness for the poor
Sadness for the ghetto
Sadness for the abused kids
Sadness for the innocent Blacks who have been shot and killed
Sadness for life
as I slowly realize that tomorrow isn’t promised,
so lets’ all get this shit right!