Woman of the Millennium

She whispers ‘come closer’,
I reply ‘wine harder’,

No matter the time of the day,
How bright it is outside,
Darkness hides her complexion,
Drops it on me,
Gives me permission,
Enjoying the time we spend together,
Leaving bite marks on her neck,
On those thick drumsticks,
Nothing is wrong,
If you got meat on them’ bones,

Amount of love I got for my lady,
This type of love is unconditional,
No ceiling,
Can’t match it,
Dollar amount can’t describe it,
Art can’t comprehend it,
Poetry can’t fuck with it,
All we can do is live with it,

She whispers ‘come closer’,
I reply ‘wine harder’,

Pay no attention,
We are the only two people,
Who can handle each other’s,
Past, Present, and Future,
When she gives brain,
Feels as though she’s got a tongue ring,
Pierced lip(s),
Promised me she knew how to dip it low,
Followed through sense I became addicted,
Fell in love with all of her curves,

Both of us fatigued,
Neither of us care,
(Her) caramelized skin tone,
My white as snow complexion,
Under the bed sheets grinding,
Drinking the sweat from (her) neckline,
Tied my hands to our bedpost,
Played hide and seek under our bed-sheets,
Felt that smooth touch,
Ate dinner off her landing spot,

She whispers ‘come closer’,
I reply ‘wine harder’,

Riddim of the Year

When it comes to denial, it is like swimming in the Nile,
My current thinking, does it ever end?
It goes on and on, not sure if it ever ends?
But the moment she showed herself; that figure,
Everything changed,

Melanin covered thighs,
Freckled covered cheeks,
Every inch just perfect,

Old & Grey,
Dyes her hair every weekend,
Make-up intended for beautification of one’s self,

Dances from sun-up to sun-down,
Imagine brown feet walking barefoot,
10 toes matching 10 fingers connected to a Goddess,

When it comes to denial, it is like swimming in the Nile,
My current thinking, does it ever end?
It goes on and on, not sure if it ever ends?
But the moment she showed herself; that figure,
Everything changed,

Toned legs,
Apple Bottom follows,
Enjoys dropping it low,

Favorite position all 4’s,
Plays with her Pum Pum,
Participates in Parades,

Bejeweled from head to toe,
Not skinny,
Girls Gone Wild,

Ribs barely visible,
Enjoys kisses on her rib-cage,
From one rib to another,

When it comes to denial, it is like swimming in the Nile,
My current thinking, does it ever end?
It goes on and on, not sure if it ever ends?
But the moment she showed herself; that figure,
Everything changed,

Tip of my tongue,
Plays with her Pum Pum,
Spending 15 minutes,

Black lipstick,
Black eye shadow,
Glitter,

Doesn’t like making-up,
Enjoys making-out,
Shoulders strong,

Medusa,
Not afraid to get close,
Ride me until I can’t take it anymore,

When it comes to denial, it is like swimming in the Nile,
My current thinking, does it ever end?
It goes on and on, not sure if it ever ends?
But the moment she showed herself; that figure,
Everything changed,

When Everything Is Everything

Everything is alright, they tell me,
Everything speaks, the stars shine,
Everything guides me to what is right,

Remind me everything will be alright,
Remind me everything shines bright,
Remind me everything lost isn’t gone,
Remind me everything can be won (back),
Remind me everything stays after we die,

Everything is alright, they tell me,
Everything speaks, the stars shine,
Everything guides me to what is right,

Remind me we are not alone,
Remind me God is watching,
Remind me everyone should be praying,
Remind me no one is alone (in this world),
Remind me love can never be lost,

Everything is alright, they tell me,
Everything speaks, the stars shine,
Everything guides me to what is right,

My Street Corner

If I need inspiration, I’ll call upon my own self-conceited admiration,
Maybe a better word would be self-confidence,
Low-self esteem,

Imagine Langston Hughes on a street corner begging for money,
Similar to Edgar Allen Poe, his unpublished work,
Waiting for pennies, dimes, and nickels,

If pedestrians paid attention they would realize,
The fish bowl to my right was filled with tears,
Developed by my own eyes,

Standing upon a soap box,
No matter how much soap I use this depression stays,
It talks about The Boy In The Elevator,

For me to sing along with Weird Al,
Elmo’s got a Gun,
Bernie’s on Fire,

Asians and Indians,
Grocery stores,
Black stereotypes,

Half bakes men and women,
Falsely observing the Black Sabbath,
No clam, No fish,
Does it sound familiar?

As the sun goes down,
My mind speaks tactile hallucinations,
They look real, feel real, sound real,
Am I wrong?

Mentally ill,
In love,
Who has the power to confirm or deny?

A mere 13 dollars and cents,
Musical notes,
Drugs,
Stars and concepts,

Beethoven,
Walking a lonely road,
Jerusalem,

Playing the harmonica,
Calling Kirk Franklin,
Suggesting to travelers,

Do not pee on 16-year-old girls,
R Kelly is dead,

9 Lines

Medicine every morning,
So that the rest of my day is bearable,
Swallowing pills after dinner,
So that the rest of my night is bearable,
Without a physician,
My fragile existence,
Old and grey,
Am I alive,
I dream,