"Simply treat me as a man"

Simply treat me as a man.
For centuries they called me a savage.
Not even a creature, but a beast below average.
Man made rage
Created due to a process of being held for so long in a cage.
We didn't have an opportunity of choice,
Of whether or not we wanted to be here.
You said our language was nothing.
You chose not to hear our voice.
To us, you turned a deaf ear.
When we learned your language
And you became civilized
You chose to divide, brainwash us
And fill us with lies.
To the ones who didn't have fear
You said they had too much power and didn't deserve to be here.
 You took away our chiefs and our leaders
Because you felt this was the only way
You could beat us.
Then turned around
And chronically poisoned our women's fetus.
Ironically, after you felt your guilt
You asked how should you treat us?
One man stood up
As he began slowly dying on his feet
He said, "Simply treat me as a man".
After that
Your whole nation stood up
And said,
"With out me, how would you stand?"

A good morning

The morning started on a good note. I became the semi-finalist in a poetry contest that I had entered about a month ago and I just mailed out the letter to allow publishing of my poem in the contests book. I'll have to get back to y'all later in the comments to let y'all now what contest and the book that my poem will be published in.
Speaking of books, I've been saying for a while now that I have just finished editing the book that I wrote. "Life: A murderer's love story". I've been looking around like crazy for a literary agent to pick me up to solicit my work, but I guess the impatience has gotten the best of me because I went ahead and went with the self-publishing route at createspace.com. I put my work up and finished all the detailing, now it's just a waiting game as my works is in review. Wish me luck!!!

Violation

Dealing with someone that you don't like any more is the greatest hell. Having to have to face this person when you know that betrayal lies in your past, present and future is beyond the feelings of hell. She's a traitor, a deceiver, a seller of dreams.
Daily, I am called a liar or story teller and honestly I take pride in that because I acknowledge that this is the craft that I want to perfect, but what of the one who has no ambition of excelling in the art of story telling. I look upon them and wonder are they just pathetic or do they actually care enough about me to lie to my face. Please believe, it is not insecurities that leads me to speak as an authority in this arena, but it is the experience of love filled passionate liars of my past that allows me to see through the fraudulent ways of an inexperienced, nosy, pathetic and unimaginative being who is so filled with their own insecurities and low self esteem that leads me to recognize when someone is trying to crush you because their own petty existence isn't worth the time to breathe imagination. But yet, I am still here painting a mural to their loneliness.
I'll drink to their sorrows and will pray that their oxygen will birth me happiness.
To the lonely hearts.

Still a struggle

Another day of still typing away in the searches for a literary agent that can connect me to the publisher that can help launch me into the literary world where I belong. Wish me luck.

I started this blog to air out all the dirty laundry that goes on in my head that I don't believe should be shared on facebook.
Poetry was the first vent that I ever had to just let all things go. But some days i don't feel poetic. Some days I just want to say how I feel so I guess that's what this blog is really about. To see how many ppl feel the things that I feel.
This morning started on a hitch. My BM that don't appreciate the goodness of a man started her usual ranting, but I endured and now I'm happy because she has left and I got to pull out my boo boo's first tooth.
And I'm saving it. now that was almost the coolest thing ever. lol

"The message"

"The message"

We saw this life as plain and beautiful.
It became critical
when we made this game a ritual.
It's a shame we do the things we do
Just to live this life we go through.
You got niggaz bustin' at you
And you bustin' back
for a common dollar.
Now you sittin' in cells at night
just wantin' to holla.
In the beginning it was all sweet,
making G's a week,
pushing all types of whips,
looking forward to out of town trips.
Now your highlights
Are commissary trips and A to Z visits.
You used to look forward to hopes and dreams
Now you watch your back for the next nigga to scheme.
This life's about cream
from beginning to ending.
We only caught the message
that the devil was sending.

"Two hearts"

"Two Hearts"

Two hearts meet,
But only one gives
The other bleeds and breeds greed
Their relationship is hemorrhaging affection
But with different direction
Correction,
It's totally opposites not connectin'
Opposites without attraction
Contractin' not like labor
But pain like labor and contractions
Pretentious actin' in love affairs
And pseudo careers.
But when it's just us two hearts here
Your hearts still bitter and tainted
Like two intimidating dark hearts were standing by
And we're two hearts scared
You bring my open-heart fear.
You keep us read(red) and exposed like two hearts bare
We're two hearts with no place here,
Or together.