Dreaming of Drowning

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…

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Bedazzled

I was stuck to you

Tried so hard to shine for you

Thought you’d be dazzled

Time Heals Sometimes

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?

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!”

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

Untitled (Written May 29th 2015)

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 

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

The New Pledge

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Die for America?

I won’t die for these characters

People untrue to themselves

They’re really caricatures

Kidnap my ancestors on ships

Then say they carried us

Nah, you ain’t the man, Peter Pan

Watch us fly without your fairy dust

The only reason this place is what it is

Is because of us

Tell Baltimore to calm down

No thank you, We’ve had enough

Pushed to the breaking point

Then we start breaking stuff

And somehow they’re mad at us

So if I stood in a crowd full of black faces

You know, the kinds that aren’t painted

I’d stand at attention in the room

Raise my right hand and salute

And say that I pledge allegiance to all of you…

photo was taken with Canon EOS Rebel T3i using 18-55mm lens by photographer T. Todd

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

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