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5115 Wissahickon Ave.

Times like this my mom would say the devil is busy..

I think he has too much time on his hands

He’s taking a break while I’m filling my head

with silly things that aren’t true

In the back of my mind and in the front of my mind is you

You, telling me, reminding me of our sacred ritual

I’m head over heels, heels over heads

always indulging in a mess, stuck, never moving all the way through

Loving the lust, the lies

Comforting hellos, harsh goodbyes,

you know I love me… some you

But you, and I, this back and forth, aint nothing new

In time itll all be gone, the ending of a song, but just wait for part 2

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5115 Wissahickon Avenue

“Does Mr. Eric spend the night with your mom often? Is he living in the house with you?”

At the time I didn’t know that my mom’s best friend was questioning me only to stab her in the back. After all, I was only seven…who uses a child as a vehicle for evil and gossip?

When my mom went to work the next morning, her best friend, Mrs. Miami, handed her a copy of an email she drafted to the Philadelphia school district asking for her immediate removal as Principal from Bethune elementary.

The email contained personal information (information she squeezed from a 7 year old) about my mom’s relationship with an accused rapist.

I was only a child so of course I didn’t know what was going on.

I carried the burden of my mom losing her job which left us homeless for 4 years.

I carried that burden all by myself until I was old enough to realize that it was all bullshit and I forgave myself I told myself that I was only a child and I didn’t know what I was saying.

I didn’t know she was pressing me because she was jealous of my mom and her relationship.

I didn’t know at the time that Mr. Eric’s daughter, Rachelle, moved from Haiti to live with him and he was touching her.

I don’t know if everything was happening for a reason or if I was the worst erson in the world.

Mrs. Miami setting my mom up saved us in the long run.

Maybe if her business wasn’t put on blast, we wouldn’t have found out about his past, and his present.

Maybe my mom would’ve gotten married to the rapist.

But at the time all I know is that my mom lost her job and we didn’t have a place to live and it was all my fault.

“Why would you tell her those things?”

What did I tell?

I was only being honest.

The real question was…why is your friend questioning me about your panties?

It’s crazy how things work.

Devils are tricky.

They come to you sincere, as a friend, trusting, promissing, really beautiful lies…

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America is like holding onto (but knowing you’ll never again fit into) your favorite pair of jeans

This side of the world is actually as bad as it seems

Hate is running rampant throughout America

we’re bursting at the seams

America is holding onto but knowing you’ll never again fit into your favorite pair of jeans

Life is only valued if you were born with specific set of genes

People switched teams

sold out

put their soul on the line

Our idols didn’t become rivals, but monsters, I cant even enjoy Mike’s “remember the time”

The world ended and it didn’t go out with a flashy show

but when the first murder video went viral, and only made SOME people uncomfortable

People argue over if a child’s life is worth a cigarilllo

In my own little corner, in my own uncomfy chair I can’t be all that I can be

Yeah, some people may be living what they think is the America dream

But how can any one be a millionaire or billionaire when Flint’s water still isn’t clean

In my own little corner, in my own uncomfy chair I can’t be all that I can be

I refuse to be a copy, a robot, a sheep with a slave mentality

I’ll be someone important to me, that’s better than striving to be like any celebrity

a woman who’s able to love herself, and love another just like me

I mean, sure, ice caps are melting all around me, and larger grows the sea but maybe one day I’ll finally lead the change I want to see

So when I yell out “momma I made it, turn on your big screen”

It’ll be a hundred thousand people taking a stand, creating peace, passing out prosperity

My prodigy, my mini-mes

The country is really that bad right now

open your eyes

the government is currently shutdown but are you surprised?

Its pretty sad people or working for free

All in the the name of getting funding to build a wall

Sounds a lot like slavery

Look around

Whew chile, the injustice

and from the mouths of rich there isn’t a sound

TSA workers are letting guns past security to planes leaving the ground

Gladys Knight is about to perform the national anthem and let us all down

Things are as scary as they look, If no one else is going to say it I will

Im tapping out the morse code, we need help and this is not a drill

Shout out to the bunker builders from 1999 can I get some of your blueprints before we’re finally out of time

 

(this poem was written by me some time in January 2019)

She’s not no one

Who can love you like me?

Who drinks lukewarm coffee?

Want to live the Black American dream and see if the grass is as green as they make it seem?

Tell me who gon love you like me and take the stars from the sky and constellate your dark valley

Consummate, be your team player

and fulfill your fantasy

we’re going to make a perfect team

Imagine having a brilliant women like me

Isn’t a wonderful to think

When you were brewing inside your mother’s belly

You were also being made for me

God made me apart of your destiny

Somewhere mixed up in your chemistry

A scared gene

That made you gravitate to me

A love incubating

Floating throughout eternity

Seeking my love

Desperate to find a women like me

Can you name every life form in the sea?

Then how can you tell me about me?

If I had a bill for every smile you gave me

I could give this country real change like the promise of Obi

Watch you turn into an OG and teach boys how to be real men and love women like me

Someone who isn’t nobody.

“The Good Ol Days”


Tag!

Cross your heart, hope to die

but Simon didn’t say stick a needle in my eye

Spit spit spit you’re not it

Red light, freeze

Green light, go

Now stop, hammer time.

Down by the river,

we played numbers, 1,2,3,4,

shame shame shame,

my momma and your momma were hanging up clothes,

I don’t wanna go to Mexico no more more more,

my momma punched your momma right dead in the nose,

theres a big fat policeman at the door door door,

what color was the blood?

Ring around the rosey,

bubble gum bubble gum in a dish,

swing swing swing from the river tree,

a pocket full of poisesy,

girl scout girl scout do your duty,

how many bubble gums do you wish?

Ashes ashes,

foot to the N-I-K-E,

we all fall down.

Blue Cherry

Blue Cherry

Bella blossom bothered a bunch of busy bees

A bunch of busy bees, Bella blossom did see

If Bella blossom really bothered a bunch of busy bees

How many of those busy bees did Bella blossom really see?

Bella blossom found a blue cherry tree,

A blue cheery tree, Bella blossom did see,

If Bella Blossom had time to discover a blue cherry tree,

How busy were those busy bees?

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