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. 

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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…

The Break Up is Official

Please go check out my video on YouTube. It’s a simple thank you for everyone who has kept up with my series The Break Up. I just wanted to let everyone know that I really appreciate all the advice and critiques as I enjoyed the entire process. The video can be found here. Also I’d ask that everyone check out my new series Messages From LV. I posted only a snippet of it to spark some interest and the rest of the first part will be posted tomorrow morning so be on the look out. If you haven’t already, you can check out the final part to the series The Break Up: Aftermath.  Again, thank you all so much.

-Too Distinct the Poet

Cleansing

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What’s up, King?

I apologize, I’m not trying to be strange

Should I call you “nigga?”

Because you answer to it like its your name

If you recognized yourself as royalty then its what you would’ve became

So when you call me “nigga”

I won’t answer and its not hard to explain

Its simple, we just aren’t the same

See you’re ok with killing our brothers

I’m trying to create a life for our children and their mothers

You’re fine with watching our people suffer

I’m trying to convince a black queen that I really do love her

I’d like to move our people ahead

You seem like you won’t be content until our people are dead

I’m attempting to teach you, King

I want you to know of the songs our ancestors sing

I wish to enlighten you

Let you know pyramids, ankhs and the eye of Horus should’t frighten you

Open your third eye and increase your sightings too

Introduce you to another world you could be flying through

Open your mind and realize things you couldn’t view

Like how your entire life you’ve been lied to

There’s no one better when you’re the best

But the media shows us black lives mean less

King, be strong with knowledge of self and stick out your chest

Put our culture on your shoulders

Help me clean up this mess

-Too Distinct the Poet

Watch me recite this poem on my YouTube channel. Here’s the link:

Cleansing by Too Distinct the Poet

Unity

Along with Mike and trayvon They also killed Dionte Greene

But let me guess he don’t matter because he’s a faggot?

If you think that way your existence is tragic

Your being makes me saddened 

Cause you were hashtagging black lives matter

When Tamir’s situation happened

But you won’t march for Islan Nettles

Instead you take no action

The bible mentions love numerous times 

How often does it mention hating gays

You only translate the verses that way

You take away from it what you want 

For you it’s a sport to pick and play

You only enjoy religion because you treat it as a game

From all this black death who can tell me a female victim’s name?

Not many can and that’s really messed up

We pretend like our women aren’t the ones who blessed us

I mean, yeah sure, they test us

But that’s to make sure their kings are strong enough to fight the war

They go so hard for us but yet we as black men treat our queens as whores

My gentleman ask what about the ones who say “n*ggas ain’t sh*t”

Trust me sweetheart, I understand

You and your kings have grown apart

I’m sure a couple of us broke your heart

Give us at least one more chance

Wait for a true God to change your stance

Speak life into you, as your experiences are enhanced

I’m just saying we have to come together as a people

Christians, LGTBQ

Gods and goddesses 

Our culture needs you