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…

Blind Mass

 

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

Still Queens

Ebony toned goddess
Summer or winter
Your desire is the hottest
Royalty in your veins
But your persona is modest
Beautifully built queen
I just need you to know
You’re worth more than everything
Hips switching in rhythm
The song of your sway is what I sing
Value in every word that leaves your lips
Spirits in your opinions
I’m just trying to take a sip
Inebriated by your presence
Silver and gold should be the toll
To pay for your life lessons
Guess that’s why I’m sweating
Right before I send you this text message.
Nubian beauty
For whatever it may mean
Just want you to know you’re still a queen