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Dear Black Girl...

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KayBeeMapes
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This is beautiful

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LibraSoul96
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Thank u so much sister😊😊😍😍 I appreciate that. When I seen the topic at hand I felt that I need to put my pen to work and give my input on this title. For we are all one in the same and has to except that our skin is beautifully made.

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lebombo
Vizual Assassin
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Being On The Edge

Being On The Edge
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wallyroo92
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Dear Black Girl...

Dear black girl on the 6 o’clock 44 bus,
I still remember you after all this time,
How your “man” got on and sat at the back,
While you struggled with your babies,
He was on his phone talking smack.

Dear black girl, for some reason I felt your strain,
Your sick child asleep in your arms in pain,
Trying to keep the other from moving around the bus,
While the jerk off in the back talked brashly and cussed.

Dear black girl, your silence spoke volumes out loud,
Frustrated with the situation amidst that small crowd,
But you kept your cool, that fool didn’t treat you right,
Because I know after this, you two were going to have a fight.

Dear black girl, I’m sorry for the way this “man” behaved and acted,
The worries you must’ve carried, you looked so distracted,
And when you tried to call him he said “Don’t interrupt I’m on the phone!”
It pissed me off for that disrespectful tone.

Then he told someone else, “I gotta be a man first”
Dick,
That’s the mother of your children,
You are just the worst,

Then I saw some strength somewhere surface within you dear black girl,
You sat a bit more upright like you were about to take on the world,
Your silence was deafening, a resilience so threatening,
As if your courage and fury was about to become unfurled.

Dear black girl, I sat on that bus quietly in admiration,
With those beautiful twins in your arms you had resignation,
And like a picturesque portrait of the sun reflecting on your face,
There was hope in your eyes, filled with faith and grace.

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Heaven_sent_Kathy
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KayBeeMapes
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Wow. Such story telling

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runaway-mindtrain
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Invocation

 
To hear a bird of happiness melodic theme
Flowing music rhyme into a wedding dream
Nature splashes our new love color scheme,
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Attuning these planes of thought extension
Singing dimension into a spiritual ascension,
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Her circle into my mind of concentric rings
A base of forms, our love across everything,
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We flow in day thru night, our sleeping rite
New creating soul feeling a heart forthright,
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Ain-soph shows our ancient number in key
From a formless dot, all things do proceed,
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Bringing the spirits from union to absolute
Unmanifested desires grow forbidden fruit,
To ride our bird of happiness with no refute...
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CasketSharpe
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A Woman’s Choice

 “Most people cannot comprehend
That a pimp can have a woman as a friend,
 “She don’t always have to be that track star
Bumping and grinding out the backseat of a car,

 “The world’s oldest profession since the beginning of time
And you can impress me without selling behind,
 “Sell your conversation. Use what’s in your head
Without giving head and tearing down the bed,

 “Just because it’s on your ass don’t mean it’s an asset
And that’s something a woman should never forget,
 “Remember knowledge is the ultimate source of power
That’s why I’m collecting pimp dollars by the hour,

 “Pockets constantly fat from the money I collect
Helping the girl upstairs, because she was short on her welfare check,
 “To pay me back I could’ve put her on the stroll
Letting tricks hit that cookie and booty hole,

 “But I convinced her to pursue what she was yearning
Going back to school and complete her learning,
 “Because to me a woman’s more attractive with knowledge
So I fulfilled her wish and sent her to college,

 “Now four years had passed
As I’m watching her graduate at the top of her class,
 “I’m glad she made something of herself
Because anything can be accomplished with a little help,

 “Later we both went out for a bite
With her ending up at my house that night,
 “But before things got hot and erotic
I held back and told her to stop it,

 “She was a little shocked and understood
And from that moment all things were good,
 “Some may say this is strange for a hardcore pimp
But I knew from the beginning we had a special friendship.”
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DijahDidDat
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Beautiful!

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KayBeeMapes
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This is vivid. The story, the voice behind it. I'm in love.

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CasketSharpe
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Thank you. Had to show a different side of friendship.

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Fetchitnow
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This Is Ghetto

As the gangsta dies
On a hot and humid Florida mornin'
A poor grievin' young wife is torn
This is ghetto
And his crew cries
'cause if there's one thing that they don't need
it's another corner boy to bleed
This is ghetto

Society, don't you understand
the hood needs a helping hand
or they'll grow to be all angry young men one day
Take a look at them and me,
are we too black to see,
do we simply shut our mouths
and speak in another way

While the hood rolls
and an inspired young boy with a funny jive
deals on the corner as he collects high fives
This is ghetto

And his crib burns
so he starts to scare the folks with fright
and he teaches how to deal
and he teaches how to bite
This is ghetto

Then one night in conversation
a young rat screams aloud
She buys a toy, steals a heart,
tries for fun, but it won't even start
Then her man tries

As the crew gathers 'round a stupid young hoe
face down in the pillow with a dildo in her snatch
This is ghetto

As the neighbourhood sighs
On a hot and humid Florida mornin'
Another poor grievin' young wife is torn
This is ghetto
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Dear Black Girl

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Fetchitnow
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This is Killadelphia

I asked the question, where ya bounce?  
 
My mami was lazy peepin on the new big tymer, cruizin' thru town  
 
She said he was crunk, like out of this world  
 
They were just poppin' the trunk and keeping it real  
 
My boys were sketchin' and should've just chopped it up  
 
My favourite souljas, now goin' to Angola for a 187 on the third coast  
 
 
 
You think she's all that  
 
But ya girlfriends so stupid  
 
Da first time she used a vibrator  
 
She cracked her two front teeth  
 
 
 
The third coast is where people get crunked up, be grilled out and ride on slabs  
 
Down in Texas where they wear those big belt buckles and jam to screw  
 
Shit, those cowboys just pop and splash everywhere, over the hood  
 
That's what ya don't know, 'bout da dirty south 3rd coast  
 
 
 
They have some crazy ass parties  
 
Drive some fine bitches and cars with gold grillz  
 
as well as sporting huge silly ass rims  
 
backwash swamps and even some gators  
 
 
 
I get my corner boys to sell da home-made ice cream  
 
I'll make sure they don't come anywhere near your cut  
 
I also sell on eBay, a little one kilo of high flyin' kite  
 
I've also tried to sell the sweets on corners of my streets  
 
But the boys try the shit before they sell and get so really cromp  
 
I can't have em leanin', ya all know what I be meanin'  
 
 
 
You think she's all that  
 
But ya girlfriends so stupid  
 
Da first time she used a vibrator  
 
She cracked her two front teeth  
 
 
 
After the show we caught the dude that slapped my sista and made her face hot  
 
But before we wrecked him, we visited the famous White Castle burger spot  
 
Where we ate those famous but small burgers that only cost 35c, cheaper than pot  
 
The popo said, is you trazy, we just smiled and kept on eatin' the lot  
 
The cops tried to grab us, but they didn't have nathan on us. What ya got?  
 
 
 
They have some crazy ass parties  
 
Drive some fine bitches and cars with gold grillz  
 
as well as sporting huge silly ass rims  
 
backwash swamps and even some gators  
 
 
 
Ya gotta love southern hospitality  
 
Depending on where you go in the south  
 
It could be a, "Hi, let me get that for you dear"  
 
To, "If you don't stop staring at me I'm gonna shoot you in the face"  
 
 
So I know the ledge and have got an edge  
Over all the other big tymers down in the dirty south 3rd coast.
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Dear Black Girl

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When I Wish Upon A Porn Star

Channelling Nostradamus from the sixteenth century
Did you see what you wrote or did you just dream what we see?
When your prophecies come true, I'll say, Son your on your own
So good luck to you and the brotherhood, once hit by that invisible drone

When I wish upon a porn star
It makes me appreciate who we are
Everything that she'll be requiring
I'll think about you and make it inspiring

The Niggers bitch always seems to wear lingerie that looks a little vulgar
But never ever to slavishly try and imitate her true identity and culture
While those Kardashian dogs dress up, trying to stylise society for a fee
Speaking of canines, where's the poodle named Paris, she had talent, didn't she?

When I wish upon a porn star
It makes me appreciate who we are
Everything that she'll be requiring
I'll think about you and make it inspiring

I wish upon a porn star while screaming up to ones heaven
Most pussycats lives end in nine, but my time was all over within seven
Can I make it all alone on this place they call gods extraordinary rendition?
Or shall I live my life not getting to know oneself and fail at my own audition?

When I wish upon a porn star
It makes me appreciate who we are
Everything that she'll be requiring
I'll think about you and make it inspiring

So get back on that bronco horse and dust off that hat, worn by certain gent
They will forever try and attempt to buck off, you the rider, of this serious event
Forget about the fame and money of the overhyped lives of Hollywood stars
Live within your means and save your silver dimes in your half empty glass jars

When I wish upon a porn star
It makes me appreciate who we are
Everything that she'll be requiring
I'll think about you and make it inspiring

When I wish upon a porn star
My dreams will start becoming the truth by far.
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Whynotme
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ok....another one...NOW!!! whoa!! really thoughtful and smooth ...quite the poetic conversation. thank you!!

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