Poet, Photographer, Creative
She gave him the gift that keeps on giving
So he just trying to keep on living
Had to explain it to his siblings
But he can’t even understand his feelings
Doing his best to cope with it
He gets higher than the ceiling
He pop pills and smoke dope with it
He probably about to be evicted
He can’t work as much as he used to
Can’t keep his grades up at his new school
He has so much he’s going through
But he wears designer clothes and a smile to fool you
A lot makes me sad
Not much makes me happy
I like playing games
And spending time with family
I hate pretending
I hate having to be “manly”
I like being in Atlanta
I like a certain Cancer
I hate that my dad left me
I hate that her mom left her
It’s no one’s fault really
Though I feel like most thing fall on me
Maybe I’m right about everything
Or maybe I’m just bad at overthinking
This year seems a lot like the last
Not a bad thing it’s just what I’ve noticed
I’m still locked in
I’m still focused
Think I’m Ruffin and everybody else is Otis
It’s all about me
I’m who they come to see
If I stop then everything else gets messy.
Keeping the family on track like a train
Peace and prosperity the only things on my brain
Maybe because I’m an Aquarius
Maybe it has nothing to do with this
I’m not sure but…
The white capped waves wade and I am calmed
Any issues handed down are palmed
Worries are beached and their own to each
Soft, gritty, serenity below my feet
I am weak…
But the lady of the water carries me
For eternity I wish to be covered entirely
So the lady of the water marries me
Soothed by her commotion
Comforted by her motion
Waving in her wetness
Consummation with the lady of the ocean
First legs…then eyes opened
I am awoken…
T3i, 35-50mm
Too Distinct
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.
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!”
I wrote this while alive
But if I’ve died
Its fine
I was already dead on the inside
For the smiles I’ve caused
Remember me as such
Know that your happiness mattered to me
Because I was never happy much
And if I ever brought you to tears
Know that I was crying myself
I’m sorry for the pain I brought
I was asking the wrong way for help
If you felt I left too soon
I’m sorry I couldn’t wait
I dealt with so much under the Sun
I needed to find my moon
If I let you down
I just couldn’t keep fighting
I felt like I lost everything
And the future was much too frightening
Know that I loved you all
I just couldn’t pretend any longer
I tried to stay up but I’d always fall
All I ask is for you to be stronger
I wasn’t as strong as you thought
And for that I apologize
Our memories together will never fade
So remember our good times
If I fail in my attempt to be free
If I can’t be the same as I was before
I beg of you to pull the plug
Respect my dying wish and let me be
-Too Distinct the Poet
Feeling more distant as of late
Like this may not have been our fate
Maybe we did it too soon
Instead of you saying yes
You should’ve said lets wait
It’s mostly my fault though
Guess since I reached mine
I didn’t think about your goals
For that I apologize
Sad it took me this long to realize
Obviously I’m still stuck with hopes and a dream
Us being happy, a unit, a team
I mean
Things are just never as they seem.
I looked within myself and I haven’t been common sense
They try to tell me Jesus was white like I don’t have common sense
Built a fence of knowledge to block out the ignorance
So unless they aim for my brain the shots won’t penetrate my defense
But why do pastors treat the churches like addicts, huh?
Its like they’re the dealers and the congregation’s the customers
If the masses come together those on top would be under us
Their words force your mind to travel so get off their bus
Create your own routes and go wherever you wish to be
They say it’s the blind leading the blind but I disagree
I think the people haven’t realized they have to open their eyes to see
-Too Distinct the Poet
Too Distinct 