Anonymous

Walked to class and girl walked past and said, “Hey you!!”
“Do you remember me?”
I said no
And she said “Whoa” “Aren’t you J-Sly? I saw you perform with the Sigmas before”
Now I’m sitting there like damn, hope I don’t look like an asshole
So now I’m just staring looking deep in her eyes
It’s been about two years since I last dropped a line
One of the reasons I paused was because anybody can rhyme
Not many can say things that blow someone’s mind
Now I’m surrounded by visions from the past
Hoping that I can recall when she saw me last
Too long to remember so I tried to focus on her more
Spitting rhymes with Shadow sure was a blast though
“Do you remember…?” No, but I’ve seen you around campus before
“Well I follow you on twitter and read your poem “Promise”
Never have I seen someone spit speak emotions so vivid and honest”
See, I wrote poetry in order to try to get people read
Because I felt as a race it was something we need
You see my life on display in each poem
Some a little too critical so to the world I never showed them
“I wish I could see what you see
I have feelings that I’m scared to let others see
But when I saw you preform, I thought it was awesome”
You see I want to be an inspiration for people in need
It’s just so hard to get people to read
I want that little girl to know what love really means
I want that little boy to follow his dreams
I think it’s all worthwhile no matter how impossible it seems
So I step on stage giving you pieces of me
So they can look back and be like “was he speaking to me?”
I’ve been through things that few would believe
Never wanted to get girls by using poetry
But the girls always read it, so it was girls that I needed
I wrote for the ones in bad relationships
And shout-outs to the one who despised because of their hips
Everything I do has a purpose
But at the end of the day I almost feel worthless
I see the girls going back to the same guys who beat them
Why do our females settle for mistreatment?
And fellas walking around acting like they’re thugs
So I guess as children they missed out on some hugs
So when I walk around I show everyone love
Because God never gave me the right to judge
But you know something I’ve always wondered in the back of my mind
Think about this and keep quiet
When a girl is referred to as a bitch there’s bound to be a riot
There seems to be a lacking of common sense
Because if said bitch is “bad” then the word is a compliment
The human mind is so confusing but at the same time amusing
It just depends on whose perspective you’re using
I know I’m a little disgusted but life goes on
I’ll just make sure my daughter knows right from wrong
Speaking of daughters, how would your fathers feel if you got knocked up
By a man who wasn’t man enough to man up?
He got your head twisted when he said the word love
Now that he’s gone missing you’re blaming the father above
Some girls get on their knees for all the wrong reasons
Some change mates three times more than the year changes seasons
You surround yourself with bad dudes even though do you dirty
But stay away from good guys because you say they’re thirsty
And to my boys out there, get it together
With your ears wetter than a lake in bad weather
Do your best to be like yourself and no one else
What the point of impressing someone if you not right with yourself
How can you go on living life any kind of way?
Chill, relax and think what your mom would say
That’s why I show agape love to my mom she could’ve done worse
Many black parent lose their sons to the gun’s burst
What a sacrifice it was in life for you to put your son first
I’ll always love you even after I leave this earth
Now back to the subject, what happened to the dream?
The state we’re in now can’t be what MLK had seen
But you probably don’t care, because you never believed
All you know is have sex and smoke weed
We’re the descendants of kings and queens
And I can’t tell from my view
But is the way that you’re living the best thing for you??

Little did I know that the girl had long since walked away, nobody ever listens, but still who was she?

J-Sly
*I decided to get back to writing, this time I chose to get a little deeper @SlyLyfe  JSlyHBC@gmail.com