Today I almost ran into a young mother
And the encounter
Left me trying to smother
My anger
At seeing such a beautiful baby and young lady
But no older brother
Leaving a man to be raised
By her and her mother
Yeah it’s another
Don’t be a bad reader and say you can’t bother
This poem was inspired
By a young mother
She is the story
So after you’re done
Be kind rewind
But first please take time to read her
I was stepping onto the bus and suddenly
This young mother
Backs up
Saying I’m sorry
Hides her face
So I couldn’t see her
No matter how hard I tried she hid her eyes
She didn’t want me to see them either
Even though all I wanted to do was share a smile
Congratulate her on her child
I felt her nervousness her fear
Maybe in the past … Continue reading
Month: May 2012
100 Day Story: Day 06
That wasn’t the way
She had expected him to react
She didn’t know if he had her back
But he’d always been
A man of his word
And he’d made a pact
But it was Wednesday
A work day
She had to think about getting to work
Rolling on her back
Knowing she had sealed the future
There was no going back
Back to her and him
Back to them
Back to when
Things were comfortable
In the future
There was hope for better
But last night
He had politely excused himself
Hadn’t let her explain
The circumstance
The situation
She glanced over at her husband
Agitation
Was the feeling
Her stomach
Her mind was
Reeling
Wondering if she should
Tell the man beside her
That his offspring
Was growing inside her
Inside her
Were many things
Regret
Among everything
The deadline was passed
There was no way
To have … Continue reading
100 Day Story: Day 05
Now it was
His turn to sit at the table
Waiting
Nervous
He knew the outcome of such
Rendezvous
Was it worth it
She arrived
And he refused to look at her
Pulling out her chair
As she sat down saying
“You’re early.”
“Well,
You know me;
Always at my best
After 5:30.”
They proceeded with
Light conversation
Flirty
Flirting
She was complimenting
His shirt when
Dessert came
While they finished up
It was more of the same
And he lost track
Of the reason they were meeting
Envisioning a future
Where they were together
Better
Even if it was never the same
His revere
Was interrupted with a question
“What do you think
Would be a good name
For a boy?”
The confusion
Must have been apparent
Because she added quickly
“I’m pregnant by the way.”
He was at a loss
Of words to say
Putting Paper to Pen
Putting paper to pen
Call it my Zen
Then I say it the normal way
Pen to paper
Try to contemplate about
What could come later
And about past poems
Which considered who was greater
Me the debater of
Things established by the “creator”
Or you the hater
So which came first and later
The chicken
Or the cock that would mate her
I does say
My golly, I just don’t know
Oh
These conversations we must have
Like one my mother and I just had
The fact that she’s worked all her life
Seen no profit
I guess that’s just too bad
GOD we’ll call him that
I won’t call him black…or white
Not even for spite
Because I’m just exemplifying some of the
Things
With this world that just aren’t right
Unnecessary suffering
Unnecessary pain
Makes me feel that for those of us
Who can do better we … Continue reading
Some Stuff We Call Poetry
My friend, this is not a good book for you…
Not a good look for you
Swallowin’ your pride is not what a good crook would do…
I ‘ain’t’ even raised my pinky and nobody took it to the levels that I took it to
I was a small skinny ‘nugga’ but I left ‘a lotta’ people trembling
Maybe it’s the way I look at you…
It’s those demons in my eyes…made me larger than life
But then ‘ain’t nobody wanna **** witchu…’
So then you sit down and accept your choices and accept the fate that was given you
Celebrity…
If you walk down the street and you get stopped by a stranger calling your name
Then you’re already a celebrity
You have people behind your back constantly trying to defame
Then you’re already a celebrity
You have people talking about how well they know you and you can’t … Continue reading