Sunday, April 22, 2007

yo ima poet!

How we love

She say I make her tiahd
And I understand
I’m tired two and
And she and me are becoming one

She say she feels like a rat
Running on a wheel
And I understand
We young
We black
We got love

Unfortunately they
Are old
Dull
White
And in power

I dig she we i
Want to make or movents
Count
For us
Know freedom beyond the glass
No the taste of real cheese
Not shit they give us in college
That don’t smell or taste like knowledge
We feel ourself
Running around in these white peoples circle
Feel our black dieties
Like rats

She/we/I
So beautiful
I want to sing
Like she do
When I’m there
Behind her
Supporting her
Weithgt.
Pushing her
Deeper
Into our
Love/music

Aint’ nobody talking bout fuckin

Don’t need none of this college
This weed, this alchol, this drugs
Thse niggas these broads.
These men these women, this academia

Things they say will dull the pain
Or at least explain it

All I want(ed)
Was is her

Me

Us

In my inner ear

Cause I’m tired.



Folgers


I told him soandso I’d wake up
And he’d be gone
It wouldn’t be as it was
Last nite when I was awake
When I was with soandso
Beyond touch. Beyond cellular connections.
Beyond the fone dying. Beyond sounds and fontier.
Soandso so pushed me to the outmost skirts of being a man.
Soandso made me strong and weak and vulnerable.

and then it was time to hang up.

In time with the litlting ryhtm of
The last couple weeks
I sleep for about to hours.
Then rise to work.

Just like before.

But a morning
A miracle happened again
On my phone

This time a text.

I love you.

I remember it was raining outside.
It was a hard day with an ominous beginning.

But the best part of waking up
Was you.

In my thoughts and whatnot.

I’ll always love u for loving me,
the next morning.

My nigga.