Faith · Heroic · Hip Hop Influenced · Life · Love · Personal Battles · Religious · Unique · Youth

Anything & Everything

Why don’t you do that thing for me,
Wine for me, give everything to me,
Nobody has to know we fell so deep,
Made each other weak at the knees,

Flew thousands of miles, lied to ancestors,
Family and friends promised regrets would follow,
One of us received A plus brain, while the other…
Received wedding vows, a proposal, and a dowry,
Doubters caught with their mouths wide open,
3 years later love continues to fight forest fires,
Never dimming, solar flares followed by curse words,
Arguments followed by truce food, nothing better than white rice,
Asian eyes, brown skin, love it when you clap back, chocolate cake,

Why don’t you do that thing for me,
Wine for me, give everything to me,
Nobody has to know we fell so deep,
Made each other weak at the knees,

During the day, we smile, cry, fight, words used as daggers,
Misinterpreting each other’s words, trying to win every argument,
Past mistakes used as ammunition, anger divides, enemies gather,
Remember the song we danced 2 during our first night together,
Witnessed each other’s sex appeal, said no to protection,
Trembling hands unzipped, said ‘Oh My’, removed your shirt,
Said ‘Oh My’, no matter how anxious, played an angel well,
Never knew an angel could bend like that, could have swore,
Not an angel, but the one who tricked Adam and Eve,

Why don’t you do that thing for me,
Wine for me, give everything to me,
Nobody has to know we fell so deep,
Made each other weak at the knees,

When you are gone, favorite thing to do,
Purposely sleep on your side of the bed,
Picturing you stripping, no underwear,
Sex in the shower, love faces, steam bath,
No matter the odds, we only need each another,
Remember when the pig asked for your green-card,
Lights, Camera, Action; not afraid to hit record,
Role-play became Cosplay, no Paris or Kim tape,
Safe word, every night a different theme,

Why don’t you do that thing for me,
Wine for me, give everything to me,
Nobody has to know we fell so deep,
Made each other weak at the knees,

Hip Hop Influenced · Life · Love

Calypso & Rosaline

When our bodies made contact,
Couldn’t help but witness your fitness,
How both of you bent low, touched your toes,
Spoke Spanish, called me Daddy,
Ignored your fathers who hated gringos,
Drinking fine wine, biting your thighs
After breakfast, lunch, and dinner,
Forced me to practice my Spanish,
Quiero hacerte el amor,

Day of the Dead,
Celebrating death, Black Widows,
Dropped it low, eyes watching from every direction,
Spotted me from afar; resurrecting Beethoven,
Orchestrated a melody which matched your body structures,

Black and white face paint,
Beautiful, brown, golden caramel,
Skin complexion, blessed, nice heart,
Intellect, gifted, a body destined to wear designer,

Graced me with your presence,
No clock-watching, promised to take your time,
Stared into each other’s eyes,
Spoke different languages,
Understood each other’s body language,

When our bodies made contact,
Couldn’t help but witness your fitness,
How both of you bent low, touched your toes,
Spoke Spanish, called me Daddy,
Ignored your fathers who hated gringos,
Drinking fine wine, biting your thighs
After breakfast, lunch, and dinner,
Forced me to practice my Spanish,
Quiero hacerte el amor,

Cuban descent, light-skin, dark patches,
Rosaline called it Vitiligo,
God blessed her as a Vertigo,
Wore masks, felt concrete under our feet,

Both women ran when they spotted their fathers,
Promised I was delicate with their daughters,
Later that night, met Calypso and Rosaline,
Skipped the line, danced until our feet dropped,

Hypnotized as Rosaline placed her hands on my chest,
Caught between the wall and Rosaline’s fine wine,
Calypso kissed my neck while unbuttoning my shirt,
Time stopped as they both called me ‘daddy’,

When our bodies made contact,
Couldn’t help but witness your fitness,
How both of you bent low, touched your toes,
Spoke Spanish, called me Daddy,
Ignored your fathers who hated gringos,
Drinking fine wine, biting your thighs
After breakfast, lunch, and dinner,
Forced me to practice my Spanish,
Quiero hacerte el amor,

Heroic · Life · Love

N.M. (Bèl Larenn)

Never Never Land, She’s my Number 1,
We run guns, never get high on our own supply,
Learned from Biggie’s Ten Crack Commandments,
Wears Pink, Walks in Latex, Buys Exotic Furs,

Chinese symbols tattooed on her arm,
Way she stands eclipses Lady Liberty,
Angle of her hips causes Angels to submit,
Looked to the right and read ‘Stairway to Heaven’,

Forgive me father, for I have sinned,
Curves in all the right places,
Perfect Backpage Ad, loves hell, mean heels,
Tired of wearing a Halo, sprinkled with holy water,
Caused a burn, used the Lord’s name in vain,

Visited a confessional,
Forced me to confess, taught me how to repent,
Ordered to eat her Birthday Cake,

Never Never Land, She’s my Number 1,
We run guns, never get high on our own supply,
Learned from Biggie’s Ten Crack Commandments,
Wears Pink, Walks in Latex, Buys Exotic Furs,

Reigns supreme in an underground dungeon,
Takes control, crack of the whip, sound of vengeance,
Plays with toys, causes veins to pop,
Paints pain, handcuffs included,

Modern day Poison Ivy, sweet lips, red glitter,
Leaves a trail of tears up and down your body,
Favorite place to leave hickies, a man’s neckline,

Wives catch HUSBANDS cheating,
Ties balloons with her teeth,
Places confetti in Chastity,

Never Never Land, She’s my Number 1,
We run guns, never get high on our own supply,
Learned from Biggie’s Ten Crack Commandments,
Wears Pink, Walks in Latex, Buys Exotic Furs,

In the end, a necessity, not a commodity,
Tried anonymity, but this secret was too heavy,
Every time she licks her lips, my mind goes crazy,

Initials NM, mistaken for New Mexico,
Hottest non-Mexican,
Wears Black cut out Spandex,
Valentine shaped curves from behind,

Day of the Dead, dressed up as death,
Savage love, gentle kisses,

Never Never Land, She’s my Number 1,
We run guns, never get high on our own supply,
Learned from Biggie’s Ten Crack Commandments,
Wears Pink, Walks in Latex, Buys Exotic Furs,

Faith · Hip Hop Influenced · Personal Battles · Unique · Youth

Hypocritical ‘Liberals’ and Uneducated ‘Conservatives’: Where Did They Go Wrong

57 percent of the Democratic Party is White, 86 percent of the Republican Party is White, and 70 percent of registered voters are White. (PEW Research Center)

Charlottesville (Virginia) and the violent protests which are occurring right now are great examples of what is wrong with our political system. Not only do ‘liberals’ and ‘conservatives’ symbolize hypocritical philosophies but in the end, both represent violence, aggression, and hostility.

How can Democrats, or even liberals represent aggression? An ordinary citizen or a supporter of Black Lives Matter would state the following, ‘the Democratic Party, or those who consider themselves ‘liberal’ represent diversity’. It is true that the Democratic Party along with movements such as Black Lives Matter were organized by a diverse group of people but that doesn’t erase historical truths of the Democratic Party or ‘Liberals’.

After the Civil War, the Democratic Party in the South was the party of White Supremacy. Now, African-Americans form the party’s most loyal base of support. Coincidence?

Time and time again, both sides have met each other with violence. Trump supporters are arrogantly stupid while Bernie Sander’s supporters are blatantly hypocritical. They believe just because they use words such as ‘racism’, ‘anti-capitalist’, or ‘socialist’, that it means they automatically won or that they themselves are not discriminatory or capable of being racist.

Whether you are Muslim, White, or Gay, the idea of you stating ‘because I am liberal it means I am not racist’ is bullshit. The fact is that the Democratic Party was formed in 1792, when supporters of Thomas Jefferson began using the name Republicans, or Jeffersonian Republicans, to emphasize its anti-aristocratic policies. It adopted its present name during the Presidency of Andrew Jackson in the 1830s.

In the 1840s and ’50s, the party was in conflict over extending slavery to the Western territories. Southern Democrats insisted on protecting slavery in all the territories while many Northern Democrats resisted. The party split over the slavery issue in 1860 at its Presidential convention in Charleston, South Carolina.

Northern Democrats nominated Stephen Douglas as their candidate, and Southern Democrats adopted a pro-slavery platform and nominated John C. Breckinridge in an election campaign that would be won by Abraham Lincoln and the newly formed Republican Party. After the Civil War, most white Southerners opposed Radical Reconstruction and the Republican Party’s support of black civil and political rights.

The so-called ‘Democratic Party’ hadn’t always accepted Blacks, nor did it support giving African-Americans equal rights. They used to be identified as the “white man’s party” and demonized the Republican Party as being “Negro dominated,” even though whites were in control.

Determined to re-capture the South, Southern Democrats “redeemed” state after state — sometimes peacefully, other times by fraud and violence. By 1877, when Reconstruction was officially over, the Democratic Party controlled every Southern state. The South remained a one-party region until the Civil Rights movement began in the 1960s. Northern Democrats, most of whom had prejudicial attitudes towards blacks, offered no challenge to the discriminatory policies of the Southern Democrats.

So, as we watch protesters collide. There is no difference between an angry Trump supporter and a egotistical ‘Liberal’. Both are confused as well as uneducated. Not only has the Democratic party continuously abused minority communities, tricked them into voting for their candidates, but also has committed itself to power-hungry objectives.

If we ever want things to change. We must throw away the idea of political parties and develop a system of governance which tries to solve economic disparities instead of achieving personal agendas.

Faith · Heroic · Hip Hop Influenced · Life · Love · Personal Battles · Religious · Unique · Youth

Wisdom From Elizabeth

Over the years, I’ve been called many things,
[A] Socialist, Communist, Kafkaesque Marxist,
Estranged Sufi, Worshiper of a false Prophet,

Considering how the stars have aligned,
Considering I am King Henry’s bastard child,
Considering I am Princess Diana’s unborn child,

This would be just another day in paradise…

Despite titles, how the sun sits upon the horizon,
Whether my feet love shoes, or would rather walk barefoot,

Marley sits upon a Throne, Pac to his right,
Hendrix to his left, Price rests his head on Pac’s shoulder,
Michael lays his hand on Hendrix’s guitar,

It would be a mistake to believe in fables,
Whether they fall from towers or sprout wings,

Without doubt, as I ponder over Mary’s statue,
Studying Confucianism, the Lord is with me,
Bowing five times a day,

It was not a miracle, nor a leap of faith,
In truth, it was a sunny day,
Walking along white sand (Port Elizabeth),

Everyday visiting a homeless woman,
Who slept along the coast,

She took a shower every morning in the ocean,
Changed her clothes sparingly,
Washed them in the same place she bathed,

Must have been close to 50 years old,
Carried herself with pride,
Ignoring judgmental eyes,

From the tip of her tongue,
Rolled wisdom,

One morning, as we carried on with our usual routine,
Buying coffee and breakfast rolls,
Carved into the sand a hidden message,
The landscape of Port Elizabeth,

She carried a Zulu drum,
Wore a skirt made out of nearby grass,
Used a machete to remove the top off coconuts,
Causing our coffee to be much sweeter,

What is wrong, I asked,
She replied, we will go our separate ways in a couple of days,
I worry you will seek the moon’s reflection,
Just as ocean waves do the same every night,

What is wrong with that, I asked,
She responded, ‘to seek a reflection, is similar to seeking applause’,

Two days later, I left South Africa,
Gazing out the passenger window,
Searching for my friend,
Along every visible coastline,

Faith · Heroic · Hip Hop Influenced · Life · Love · Personal Battles · Religious · Unique · Youth

Affectionate Tropicana (Anthem)

Don’t cry sweet thing,
Understand, this world isn’t for you,
Too sweet, while everyone around you burns bridges,

Brown eyes, Brown skin, Brown lips,
Brown hair, Brown hips, Brown fingertips,

An Island girl, watched too much Television,
Believed the City of Angels was real,
Thought the streets were made out of Gold,
Only to find out, after flying Sun Country,
City of Angels full of Gold-diggers and body shammers,

Worst feeling in the world when you cry,
Wish I was a genie so I could grant three wishes,
Would break the rules and tell you to cheat,
Genie asks, ‘what is your first wish’,
Reply ‘unlimited wishes’,

Don’t cry sweet thing,
Understand, this world isn’t for you,
Too sweet, while everyone around you burns bridges,

Every day told to return home,
Monday thru Friday, including weekends,
24/7, racists don’t take lunch breaks,
Give you my word, this brother intends no harm,
First saw you riding the subway,
Ignoring three privileged pieces of trash,

Doesn’t matter if it is a Vietnam vet,
An 80-year-old grandmother from Selma,
Barely 17, shares an IQ similar to that of a trained seal,
If they are able to narrate a noose,
Shouldn’t be condemned for handing out crackers,

On this particular day,
Shaved the left side of your head,
Red hair, red lip stick, red contacts,
Wore a Hendrix Tee, Rastafarian roots, walked barefoot,

Don’t cry sweet thing,
Understand, this world isn’t for you,
Too sweet, while everyone around you burns bridges,

Though a child’s eyes, witnessed a drought,
Carried no change, believed Kafka was prophetic,
Spoke in parables, refused to show identification,
Lectured on street corners, teaching Marxist theory,
Was it coincidental, we bumped into each other,

No hat asking for change, nor can for donations,
Wished not to succeed from the union,
Pronounced strangers as Bonnie and Clyde,
How we met was mystical, maybe biblical,

Arrested for disorderly conduct,
Sitting in the backseat,
Looked around, spotted no one,
Hard to refuse after noticing exotic freckles,
Helped you escape, in exchange for a coffee date,

Don’t cry sweet thing,
Understand, this world isn’t for you,
Too sweet, while everyone around you burns bridges,

Honestly, the first 10 minutes was awkward,
In front of me sat a scholar,
A musical genius, saw you sketch every Beethoven piece,
Into the sand, while blindfolded,
Honestly, I was afraid to make a fool of myself,

Knew you were different, didn’t want to disrespect you,
Rid myself of day dreaming, hands to myself,
Witnessed curves playing hopscotch,
Wouldn’t call you a hipster but your hips kindled fire,
Squeezed into army cargo pants,

‘So, where are you from’, I asked,
A simple reply, Port-au-Prince, Haiti,
Accent strong, Haitian Creole,
So far, this date had gone awful,
Until you asked, ‘so why did you do it’,

Don’t cry sweet thing,
Understand, this world isn’t for you,
Too sweet, while everyone around you burns bridges,

Life doesn’t need metal bars,
For an individual to feel imprisoned,
Truthfully, I’ve been alone for far too long,
Brown eyes searched my heart for signs of dishonesty,

Asked if you would like to have dinner back at my place,
Promised it would be under candle light and on a balcony,
All you had to bring was your body, mind, and soul,

That night, we touched the sky and extended our toes,
Sang songs our bodies didn’t even know the words to,
Felt the internal fire of your Haitian grace as we kissed,
In the bedroom, you weren’t a scholar but a seductive lover,
This morning, when I saw you stayed, I thanked God,

Don’t cry sweet thing,
Understand, this world isn’t for you,
Too sweet, while everyone around you burns bridges,

Hip Hop Influenced · Personal Battles · Unique

Post Gym Work Out

Goddesses of the night, ass worship,
Tongue in the booty, million dollar question,
Does your pussy taste like candy,

Bright panties,
Dark skin,
Pink pussy,
Fishing nightly,
Wide hips,
Double D’s,
Handcuffs,
Passenger seat,

Goddesses of the night, ass worship,
Tongue in the booty, million dollar question,
Does your pussy taste like candy,

Black princess,
Sugar and water,
Tight pussy,
Kissing gently,
Poisonous lipstick,
Fat ass,
Pussy wet,
Face dripping,
Wash cloth,

Goddesses of the night, ass worship,
Tongue in the booty, million dollar question,
Does your pussy taste like candy,

Black princess,
Counts down,
Tongue vibrating,
Drilling pussy,
Perfect V-shape,
Ocean pussy,
Jamaican accent,

Goddesses of the night, ass worship,
Tongue in the booty, million dollar question,
Does your pussy taste like candy,