Empowered Poem (Untitled)

woman tell me why they
say
you
are not strong enough
tell me why they say you are to be subservient
tell me why they refuse to let me through this glass ceiling
even though i know i be desrving it
woman you can give your opinion
but that doesnt mean at all in any way that youve been heard
im steady observing this
that every time i try to give it to em all the way strait
from 0-60 in 60 seconds they wanna grab my wheel like its the thing to do and swerve
fuck up my path and have me flip off the overpass on a curve

fuck you mighty man
cuz gawd put a wo before my name
power like WHOA
outlandish
forget your mannish
ways
you've lost your manners
and oh
lose my number
k?
class one clinger your incessant calls drivn me bannerz
and bruh i need my space
I will not let you dumb me down and follow your destruction to the grave
i am not a trophy for you to put up on display

so
awake me from this idol slumber
let me be not no numb-er
then i portray to be
image is weakness is what is seems
"bring that coca cola bottle over here" says he
and me? I say "excuse me, are you talking to me?"
and he says "girl you a tall glass a water and Im thirsty"
see
society makes it seem like
i need to be shaken up
like a martini
put a garnish on me and make me look nice
send me out there on a platter wearing only a bikini
so i can be objectified
dehumanized
thats what they do right
parade us for the enjoyment of their eyes
their pleasure
we are to be
accessories
intricately accessorized
machine like
stepford wife
materialized
something that can be replaced
if he should like

society then says that
we are built to be a part of their lives
their lies
we are to be a prize
you looked shocked
this should come as no surprise
yes sweety
a trophy til you die
let him polish you up when he's not busy
so when his friends come by
they too can marvel at the v cut of your collerbone the outline of your behind and the thickness of your thighs
with each look by unwanted eyes your brilliance is slightly dimmed, more confined
repeatedly subjectified dying little by little over time
only you know what for you is essential
and you cannot fully shine
if you do not realize your own potential
women you are instrimental to lifes symphony
you are the conductor, the maestro-ette, the writer
you are the pro lifer
you supply the world with population
the world is your candle and you are the lighter
illuminate the world with your power
do not let a man establish your worth
go forth,
sweet flower, bloom, and pollenate the earth

He Makes Me

he makes me think about the next day
before
the sun sets on the very day
that i'm
day dreaming
about him
he makes me
want to let my hair down
call off of work
and clear my schedule
like:
"Plans? what plans? I'm free"

he makes me want to loose my mind like its the thing to do
like being ideocentric is synonymous for normalcy
in those idol hours of intimacy
i think to myself,
i was nevr supposed to fall in love
i was never supposed to let myself feel this vulnerable
but again here he is
and again here i am
and we both are there in the same space
sharing each others air
the only thing i can hear is the dreams beside me
this is crazy
i should be institutionalized
commited
both of which i already am
i roll over and stare into the darkness
wondering how long will it last
and just as quickly as that thought came
another came to overpower it telling me to live in the now
the moment is the only quitessential thing that is necessary
that
and breathing

i listened to the internal debate of myself for my self
and realized that
he makes me want to run out in the rain with no raincoat
crawl across the dessert with not a drop of H2O
you think oh
she must be insane
but it is he that makes me so.

Revolution

if a revolution is to be televised
tell 'em I
didn't get the message
tell 'em my
ears went unprotected utterly terrified
varified by the ringing in my ears
let me clarify I am now
deafed
to conception
did you hear me bruthaman
death has manifested
itself in culture
played vulture
to our youth
and picked the bones clean
so that the skeletons of once wholesomehuman beings
lay earrily at the feet of humanity
welcoming the empty dream
with ghostly arms of deja vu
cards on the table texas hold em
I can see your tell
Your left side twitches slightly when your doing well
good revolution I win you lose
bad revolution: What would Adolf do?
good morning vietnam how are you?
death before execution
wake up from electricution
shock therapy
back to life
back to reality
how ever do you want it
revolution is just a formality
the action of change on steroids; juice
be the change you wish to see in the world they say
multiply by two
then you
will have the recipe not for revolt
but the recipe for result
because a revolution can be televised
but if nobodys watchn and the volumes not up
nor is program on the right channell
what does it matter
if everyones in the kitchen fixing a sandwhich
and no ones paying attention?

Gawd Save the Kween

phallocentric
shallow, centered
self, essential
size him up
black body
male
epicenter
fail
my epicenter
all hail
the kween
i have entered
bow down to your grace
presents of lotions and lace
audience of one
silent applause
i am to be looked at?
pause
blindfolded
eager to see the goods
eager to get the keys to see under tha hood
heavy engine
i likes that
v8 power
black gold
deck of cards
52 card pickup
poker
i fold
uncover my eyes
and let them discover you
"not yet"
foreign hands dance up my spine
masked trust
foreign kisses
foreign touch
drowing in pleasure
let the ocean swallow you up
euphoric attempted murder
water boarding
whats the name of term where you like pain?
and all i can say
while the waves rush over me
again and again
in hushed whispers
god save the kween

GOD SAVE THE KWEEN

Money Problems: Late Night Poetics II

I wish I had rolls of money with a gold money clip
but all i got is a nickle and 2pnnys 2 give you my 2 money cents
all i wanna do is get those tuition greenz up
but arnold raising the dollars so its harder to keep them dreams up
mamacita work hard for the benjamins yet she aint seein jack
pockets poor government gambling mylife away
bad game of roulette
always in the black

(i'm gonna write more later i'm sleepy)

Late Night Poetics

something heartfelt might make ya heart melt bruh
i warn you watch me closely
i might pour acid on your cardio vascular
and start askin ya questions you cant answer
sir,
the spectacular isnt always so spectacular
my true self asks my blue self y is u after her
guard up fierce when she was yungr all the boys used to laugh at her
now they all try to master her
riddle me i am the riddle you try to find an answer ta
but you boys remain to go unsolved.. that is the reason i choose not to get emotionally involved.--- LATE NIGHT POETICS

Let Me Show You How Monsters Ball

icky poo
doo doo
cockatoo
tiramisu
skip to my lou
i love you
yogi bear and boo boo
rashad and nu nu
intimate voodoo
deny?
you do
have a spell on me
no boohoo i smile
dummy did stuffed up with yo infernal kisses
internal blisses
comes to mind when i think of becoming your eternal misses..
"O"'s you caught me "X"'s you misses
hugs and kisses
tummy full of loves u dishes
like a super dummynisen cd of overlord based remixes....
u switches powers that turn me on and electrify me with delishes
and i relishes in your webb u spinned submissive
imprisoned
like a jeanie in a bottle minus the 3 wishes
minus cristina ag-a-larry
i am yo halle berry
lemme show u how monsters ball

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