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A day in the Life of a Disgruntled Teacher | Poem
I’m observing a class… …where Ms. Johnson is losing control These kids never seem to do what they’re told Even the studious ones have suddenly turned cold For real though, they’re just being a bunch of a$$holes The few good students in the front had soon grew fear That the chances of them being picked on was looming dangerously near One butch-looking girl outright refused to do her work But she took the assignment paper anyway accompanied by a sly smirk So Ms Johnson glared at her and snapped, “Okay, let’s get on with it!” This heifer defiantly replied: “I ain’t doin’ this sh*t!” With that, she got up and…
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Lifestyles of the ‘Hood and Infamous | Poem
Violence, drugs, dilapidated conditions, a sense of weird harmony among peers, liquor stores, all placed in the ghetto. There are teens plagued with this problem on a daily basis, yet many people fail to understand why they are the way they are. Folks often judge and talk about how easy it is to get out. For some it’s a mute possibility. For others it’s more daunting and eventually they may succumb to this cut throat life style. Readers, let’s venture on a journey of a 16 year old who deals with this everyday. Enjoy. Walk a mile in my shoes… …and this is what you’ll see A barrel of…
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Why Growing up Fatherless Hurts More Than you Think | Poem
There have been many fatherless children growing up over the course of time whether it be by choice or other unfortunate circumstances. How many fathers come back in their child’s lives? Well check out this poem of a young man reuniting with his father for the first time since he was a child. ‘Why Daddy? – Growing Up Fatherless’ Daddy daddy where have you been? I haven’t seen you since I was the age of ten You abandoned us when we needed you way back when A lot has changed in my life since then I’m 30 years old now and all grown up I’m not a rapper but it’s…
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Has American Culture Gone too Far? | Poem
You ever look around and say to yourself, “That’s too much”, or “Things have gone too far, and need to stop”? Well here is my rendition of these things. This is a poem I wrote a few years back. Some of it is a bit dated but much of it rings true today. I call this one, “Too Many”. Enjoy. ‘Confessions of a Soul That’s Seen Too Many…’ Too many young ones walk the streets with no direction Too many tv commercials offer drugs to those who can’t get an erection Too many cities are segregated into rich and poor sections Too many children out there in need of love and…
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Escapades of a Nymphomaniac | Poem
A lot of dudes out here are true macks. They stick and move at will with the greatest of ease. Some are just sloppy and don’t care while there are some others that are just grimy and gutter and will bang anything that moves. Well in this poem we’ll find out what happens to this brother. I was messing with this chick named Lea On the side though I was dealing with her sister Tia None of them gave dome as well as their cousin Cia Doesn’t matter though because one of them gave me gonorrhea I went to the doctor to get myself fixed He told me to start…
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Natural Black Women and why We Love Them
Ahhh, I remember it like it was yesterday. I had recently turned 21 and it was time to take full advantage of my adult freedoms; and by adult freedoms I mean live it up after hours on the social scene while indulging in adult beverages (responsibly and irresponsibly) of course. It was an autumn night, a Friday to be exact, and I was heading out with a few of my college compadres to a popular nightclub venue downtown. There was electricity in the crisp night air, but that anxious feeling more likely had something to do with it being my very first time attending an actual nightclub. Until this night,…
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Why Love is Blind and Cupid Makes you Stupid
Ladies and gents, have you ever been with your love, your everything, your world but things started getting ‘funny’ and you asked yourself “Is it me?” Have you ever tried putting things together and said to yourself, ” Things aren’t adding up”; you couldn’t understand what was going on? You ask yourself many questions but get no answers. Or maybe you try to analyze, elaborate, and lament on things that are going in a downward spiral in your relationship. Well here is my ode to you. Love is blind… …when your man stay beatin’ on you Just when you think he’s loyal there he is cheatin’ on you Love is…
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Breaking up is Never Easy – When Ending Your Relationship is Inevitable
Gents (and ladies too), have you ever had the love of your life but as time passed things weren’t working out? You wanted to leave but couldn’t find the words to do so, so you wished it would all just go away but it didn’t and you had to face the music? Well take a little stroll into the eyes of this young man who had to do the same thing to his honey. Leaving a Lover: All I Can Say Is, “I’m Sorry” I don’t know how… …to say goodbye The words won’t come no matter how hard I try It seems every time I look you in the…
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When Playing ‘Hard to get’ Goes Horribly Wrong
Fellas, have you ever had that special someone who would have gone to the ends of the world to please you but you paid her no mind and she found someone else? I’m going to take you on a journey of a man who made the same mistake. Sit back and enjoy. ‘Plain And Simple…I Fcuked Up’ You opened yourself up to me… …and probably wondered why You would call me at random times simply to say “Hi”! I remembered two nights ago you called just to hear my voice But I didn’t want to talk much anyway, so you had no choice Yesterday you sent me a text saying, “I hope…
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Why You will Never see Alcohol the Same Again | Poem
‘Liquor, Lust and Love: Escapades of an Alcoholic’ I once knew a girl named Alize’… But I played her for her best friend Tanqueray Then I left them both for E&J But I wanted someone classy so I chose Chardonnay One night she told me she wanted a threesome So she invited in her friend Bacardi Rum Both of them were at my mercy, then to my delight In came Miss Limon followed by her girl Sprite I knew homeboy was going to be in for the night When I asked if this was it, she said, “No, not quite” So unbeknownst to me guess who walks on in? It…
