Hurt
Never really
Goes away ever
Just hurts less eventually
Maybe even not at all
Sometimes you stop thinking about it
But it always comes back, doesn’t it?
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Time Heals Sometimes
Thinking Out Loud
Sometimes I think
Well, I think all the time…
At least I think I’m always thinking
What do you think?
I don’t think it really matters
Not what you think, but what anyone thinks
Everyone can think
So what makes what you think matter more than what I think?
Maybe no one should be thinking
Or maybe I’m thinking too much
Have You Ever Wandered?
I don’t really know.
What exactly is knowing anyway?
To know is to have learned.
To learn is to have been taught.
To have taught is to have thought.
Thoughts wander…
To be able to teach is to have once wandered.
Millennials
We’re the generation that hates waiting
Necessities include instant gratification
Including bank statements
Yet we still have no savings
Losing respect for older generations
They created hell on earth
Yet act like we’re Satanists
Sorry if we don’t give a fuck about religion
Caring means we’d have to pay attention
How when we can’t even pay tuition
Wishing that our parents listened
Visionaries but they can’t see our visions
A better world is our only mission
Feminism so our women don’t just work in kitchens
Wear old shit and call it vintage
Trying to get our legacies cemented
Trayvon and Sandra are our Emmitts
Always worried about our image
Afraid of love so we stray from committment
Life comes fast we can’t waste one minute
Don’t preach to us about patience
Just go back and read the first sentence.
Love is a Relative Term
They could be a friendly and an enemy all in the same day
That’s because everybody loves but we don’t all love the same way
You could give them your last dollar but can’t find them when you need a place to stay
That’s because we all love but we don’t all love the same way
Your own family may disown you if you tell them that you’re gay
Love you, they may but we don’t all love the same way
They cheated on you right after saying “I love you, bae”
It’s not that they lied its just we don’t all love the same way
Pastors claims to save souls but only if the job will pay
That’s because even “Men of God” don’t love the same way
So remember that the next time you bow your head and pray
Does God really care? Because he “so loved the world” but we don’t all love the same way
Encore?
It’s hard to go with the flow when the water runs dry
It wasn’t all love at “hi”
But it was all hate at “bye”
Who’s more fucked up?
I think its a tie
Impossible to walk the path when I was born to fly
Love as dark as the night’s sky
Almost mythical the way we believe in something that may not exist
Everyone’s “I do” doesn’t end with a kiss
Sometimes its followed by opportunities missed
Strange how that is after what seemed like an eternity of bliss
And the sex isn’t half bad when it does happen
Caught in thoughts of deep strokes and ass slapping
Now it’s aggressive fapping
Followed by napping
Round of applause because hands are the only thing clapping
-Too Distinct the Poet
Black History Before February
Before they whipped you
Before they beat you
Before they raped your Queens
Before they murdered your princes and princesses
Before they called you “nigger”
The birds sung in your honor
The wind whistled of your wisdom
The trees swayed for your drums
And the Earth told tales of your melanin filled royalty
Reclaim your throne, Kings
Liberty and Justice for Some
2015 #BlackLivesMatter
2016 is only looking sadder
Tamir was gone before he could even blink
Eric couldn’t breathe let alone think
But what do their deaths really mean?
The media makes us out to be thugs and crack fiends
Drug dealers who smoke weed and drink lean
Loud mouth aggressors who purposely make scenes
Lazy bastards who only sleep but don’t have dreams
Protesters marching for an offensive movement
Maybe that’s why police kill our people like its soothing
Shoot us and abuse us until our bodies are no longer moving
And it’s pointless to put our hands in the air
The murderer from Ferguson let us know that they don’t care
Job description is to protect and serve
I speak for my people when I say it’s getting on my last nerve
Being treated like animals the way they pick us out of our herd
I’m not exaggerating, I’m speaking for those who aren’t heard
In America they claim you get what you earn
I deserve to be killed, that’s what I’ve learned
Murdered not by lynching but by police bullets while the evidence is burned
It’s like since we’re African American we don’t deserve American rights
So we’ll continue to pray, protest and fight
Because a great man once told me
“We gon be alright!”
Lost Questions
I find it strange that you claim to live your life by a book you’ve never completely read.
I find it strange that you still believe you can determine where I go once I’m dead.
I find it strange that I came here for church but your more worried about the hat that’s on my head.
I find it strange that you lack yeast if knowledge of self is God’s bread…
I find it strange that you twist the bible for your own personal gain.
I find it strange that if I question your book then I’m either a demon or insane.
I find it strange that you think your religion is the only one that’s real.
I find it strange you could be so deranged that requires a special kind of skill.
I find it strange you’re able to judge without knowing what someone feels.
I find it strange you don’t look for answers but if you don’t then I will…
