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…
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
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.
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
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 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…
You dishonor the father and your mother
When you murder your own brothers over colors
We become fools instead of royalty
When you as a queens doubt your kings
We become weaker as men if you listen
To how we speak down on our women
And trade the name bitch for their givens
One thing I learned…
You get what you earn
Polo and Jordan’s but mama struggling
Designer doesn’t mean anything when family still suffering
Too Distinct 