Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Seed

Gathering my composure
Has turned into an epic battle
You may not see the seed inside
But I know you can hear it rattle.
Trying to escape
With every shake.
The back and forth makes the inside quake.
Time is all we have until it runs out
Life is about managing the droughts
What I’m lacking only gives me an advantage
If I don’t see the danger, I can’t panic
And if you don’t see my anger
You rehash it
I never feared myself
Until I saw the fear in the woman’s eyes
Clutching her purse and cutting her eyes
I feared myself at that very moment
The image my face portrays
The legacy my dominant gene relays
Through my veins coarses the very seed I may lay
And although my options give way
To women of all types and shades
From Italy to Bombay
My physical features
Pierce through the womb
And leave their impressions like good teachers
A good father wants his seed to have all the things he had plus some
I want mine to have better than the preconception of rocks and guns
Belief that all he’s good for is the box and 1
A need to entertain the masses
And skip classes.
I’d raise him better than that
But the world is full of those who will try to steer him clear
Of the beauty of his skin.

Friday, December 17, 2010

USED

She told me I was a diamond in the rough.
I took offense,
But kept a mental note and laughed it off.
I saw the drunken daze in her awkward gaze,
But overlooked her crass remarks
Tipped my glass and sparked
A meaningless conversation.
I figured I’d pass the moment
With nothing too deep,
Let’s face it her pretty face will only sell wolf tickets
Those prices are steep.
The more I see
The more I understand she only wants a man
With enough flash and pazazz to make her feel alright about herself
When he gets in the pants
And the same man has enough know how
Because his pops was the man
To talk the talk, all the while knowing she’s a flash in the pan
It happens again and again.
Flashing a little money
That could be the rent
Usually showing a little clout
Is the most direct route to the honey.
Her name was Diamond
She once was more than enough.
Now she’s just rough and used up.