“Believe in your fucking self.
Stay up all fucking night.
Work outside your fucking habits.
Know when to fucking speak up.
Don’t fucking procrastinate.
Get over your fucking self.
Keep fucking learning.
Form follows fucking function.
A computer is a fucking Lite-Brite for bad ideas.
Find fucking inspiration everywhere.
Educate your fucking client.
Trust your fucking gut.
Ask for fucking help.
Make it fucking sustainable.
Question fucking everything.
Have a fucking concept.
Learn to take some fucking criticism.
Make me fucking care.
Use fucking spell check.
Do your fucking research.
Sketch more fucking ideas.
The problem contains the fucking solution.
Think about all the fucking possibilities.”
(any fucking questions?)
I don’t claim no sect
We don’t do that round here
My wife and God the only things I fear.
My shoes; nigga you couldn’t take two steps,
Check a ghetto near you, they know my rep.
Been in a lot of major cities, done did a lot of time
Charge it to the game, I lived a life of crime.
Never been a rat I’m a stand up guy.
As for that other nigga he was dropping them dimes.
Took my shyt on the chin cause I’m truly a soldier
No regrets, I’m a man; thug it out til it’s over.
Three hots and a cot thats the sum of my existence
Nothing to it but to do it;
Ain’t no need in bitching.
They say you only do two days
Your first and your last,
Well you can tell whoever said that they can kiss my ass.
I did errday, a nigga wasn’t cut no slack,
Prosecuted and penalized when I went on the attack.
Didn’t ask for no breaks cause wasn’t none being given,
Only goal I had was to continue living.
Surrounded by dope fiends, crazy folks and even a few killers,
Chomo’s & homo’s and of course the squealers.
Year after year this was my fate,
Engulfed in a world misery and hate.
You ask does crime pay and I say hell yeah!
The niggaz playing the game is all you have to fear.
This is a poem to which I lost the Poetess contact information. I even lost the title to the poem. But nevertheless, it’s a piece, with such rawness, it had to be published.
Who got those concrete balls?
The kind that aint scared to let em hang…
Not the ones thats tuckd n they ass.
Im talkn bout courage… ‘ lion balls’.
Where r the brave, secured, strong men at.
Do yo balls hang low?
Can they wobble to the floor?
Can u tie em n a knot?
Can u tie em n a bow?
Can u throw em over yo shoulder like a continental soldier?
Do yo balls hang low?
Where they at?
Where the kings of the jungle at?
Ima strong cat…Lion tamer lol but where r the real strong kings at?
Not these ol water down… sugar n the corner of they tanks ass cats . Assumin only they know bout the sweet water n them.
I like the pure… no additives no perservatives.
One mo time where the cats at that balls hang real low?
who aint scared to b my king of things.
So where oh where?
by Author Unknown but looking for her (contact us)
This is a step away from the norm,
Not just your everyday poem.
This is the tale of one guy
Who really was “about that life!”
Im talking cash & cars
Drugs, guns, & broads!
Anything & everybody had a price tag,
The money came in by the garbage bag!
But what about the other side of the game?
The part where niggaz is dropping your name!
Telling the cops where your moms live & shyt,
Giving up the spot where you hiding them bricks!
Got caught up in a little
Couldn’t hold his own like a man.
Now, he solemnly swearing on the stand!
Suprise, suprise! Its your best friend!
Now,you headed up state to hug that cot,
Even Johnny Cochran would’ve told you to take that cop!
25 muthafuckin years go figure!
That’s what I got for being the realest nigga!
No longer confined to that place.
That total and complete lack of space,
of which there was no room to move or grow. Sophicating without life’s oxygen to breath..
I’ve decided to leave.
I’ve decided to break away from that dark void,
where I was stuck and immobilized. I’ve deployed.
My soul has ejected.
I now stand forth, erected…
Ready to pull away from the dark decay of my broken dreams. Away from the sitting still of my drive and will.
I will pull away from the dark soot clouding my vision.
I have regained ambition.
As I detach myself from the black sands of hopelessness and despair.
They crumble as I seek to claim what is out there,
what is out there waiting for me
in the land of milk and honey…
In the wide open space of possibility,
I have the strength, the will and ability,
to bring into existence the things I want and desire to possess,
by simply getting up off this chair of set backs and give ups that hinder me from my success…
By: Rachel R. Bridgett 4/25/2015
© All Rights Reserved
The system is put in place
to be against us.For people of color,
America has got no love,
for the 30% of blacks
who make up this nation,
60% of them
make up the American prison population.
If we plead the words, “STOP this wrongful legislation!”,
“the new Jim crow!”,
the “3 strikes you’re out!”
They wouldn’t hear us though!
In an oppressive
morally bankrupted society,
the rich buy stock in companies
who get rich off our misery,
the booming business
of keeping black people in cages.
the system is racist.
More and more prisons are being built
that 1 in 3 black men will go to prison in their life,
a modern day plantation
SO MUCH EFFORT,
is being put towards keeping blacks in jail.
Not much effort in rehabilitation programs.
They set us up to fail.
Nobody wants to hire
with prison on the record
seals one’s fate.,
What choices does one have
in order to eat?
With this system set in place,
they’ll be back on the street.
And just because it’s the law
it doesn’t make it alright.
Sisters and brothers
we need to rise up and fight!
Stand up for ourselves, in unity
and come together as one.
Speak out! To be heard,
so that we can overcome!
Put an end to it all
and no longer be victim.
to the unjust and oppressive
American prison system…
By: Rachel R. Bridgett (2015)
© All Rights Reserved
Do we poison
Our blue skies
Do we put toxins
In the seas that wash
In with the tides
Do we cut down
The trees that without
We can’t breath
All in the name of
Money and greed
There must be
Another way I sigh
There must be
A way to save
Because if the
Our lands will
And our seas
Will be spent.
Because in this
Day and age
I find it hard
That we can’t fix
In such scientific times
Not one answer
Or one solution
I don’t understand
There is so much confusion
Are we blind
To see the wool
Pulled over our eyes
Are walking towards
Our own end like
No one to defend
The same old trends
I will take the first step
Back to reality I just
Wish the whole word
Would follow me
Because then we
All would be free
And the world we live in
Will come alive and
For future generations
They will go on and thrive.
by Keely Bryant
Feel me heat
My personal treat
Taste so sweet
You can barely speak
Not able to stop until I Shriek
My turn is complete!
Then with complete satisfaction. I SLEEP!
%%%% This poem can be as lustful as one’s mind allows it to be. The truth behind this one is innocent as can be. So get ready to find out what is true satisfaction for me! %%%%
My “TRUE SATISFACTION“ is Ice Cream. Pay attention.
Feel my heat (against ice)
My personal treat (of course I love ice cream)
Taste so sweet ( well that’s ice cream)
You can barely speak ( too cold to talk)
Not able to stop until I shriek (BRAIN FREEZE!!!)
No retreat. (Its Brain Freeze there is no retreat)
Until…. (bring it)
My turn is complete (I eat it all)
Then with complete satisfaction I SLEEP! ( ok, maybe I shouldn’t but like a full baby I can’t help myself!)
I gave you me
I decided to make you a King
I want you to have everything
I need you sitting on the thrown next to ME!
Since the day I became a Queen
I waited for my King
Now you are here with me like I need you to be!
I gave you a crown
You turned out to be a clown
My prayers for you had my knees on the ground
Everytime I looked up you were never around
Here and there, this and that to my beautiful face
You brought and UGLY FROWN!
So many tears from my eyes -> I should have drown
I am taking back the crown!
Enjoy the circus you’re nothing moer than a simple clown!
If weed could set me free
So, high I’d be
Flying free, because weed had set me free
There’d never be a puff, puff pass!
Only puff, puff will be to ME!
So, only I will be free
I understand that you too want to be free
Simply it sounds to me like you need to get your own weed
AND….. Set yourself free!