Domestic 4

Guess the punk bitch couldn't hack it...
Cuz he left and panicked...
Doors wide open....
As she lay there choking
On her own vomit.....
She was found 2 days later....
That's how her tragic story ends...
Her mom tryna make amends..
Just to see the look in her eyes....
When you realize
That all you had has died...
Apart of you dies too...
Can anyone imagine the pain she's going thru....
this won't make the front pages...
A part to which sends me in a rage....
Somebody has to tell her story...
Who's gonna tell our young girls
They deserve the world...
That love ain't pain....
Ain't no dick game
Good enough to sit around
And let some clown
Put his hands on you....



Screw this.....can't rhyme no more....
I see this and it burns deeply...
This young girl just taken out cuz some fool couldn't control his punk ass temper!!! Fathers please love your daughters...please set the bar for them...so these weak ass niggas have to prove themselves or get the fuck on...........
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Domestic 3

See she was once a victim herself...
She knew the signs of needing help....
Kinda held herself accountable
For the insurmountable
Pain
Her daughter was going thru again and again...
In her situation she prayed that God would save her a similar man..
She said if being a family was not part of the plan...
She could understand....
Just wanted somewhere safe for her daughter and.......
Somehow.....some way....
She built up the strength for run away...
Never allowed any man to get close to her
For fear
She would be shedding those painful tears...
So she raised her only daughter....to be strong...
Intelligent....
And with common sense....
Don't let no one tell u what you can't do types...
I'm sure you've ran across one in your life...
Felt like she didn't do enough....
And that feeling in itself is so rough

Ultimate misfortune....
she was pregnant....he wanted no parts of it...demanded she have an abortion....
She wasn't for it...
Chose to ignore it...
Only 6 weeks in..
But she was slowly connectin'
With the feelin'
She would have her own family...
Hoping that he
Would see this thought would make her happy.....
But he didn't give a solitary fuck...
Just her luck...
Talking bout how she was tryna have him
stuck...
Out came that fist it struck....
Her across the face...
He chased her thru the small space...
She screamed...
It seemed
That made it worst...
Punch here.....
Punch there....
Her face bloody....vision distorted....
He wanted that baby aborted...
She yelling she couldn't afford it....
He stomping on her...
Grabbing her hair by the chunks....
This fucking punk...
Had beat her unconscious...
And with no conscious....
Asked her for some pussy...
That's when he noticed she wasn't breathing.............
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Domestic 2

She became entangled with a dude that was living that wild and fast life...
He bought her things...with promises of making her his wife...
Dude seemed extra possessive...her people didn't really care for him...
The more they complained..more she expressed love for him....
Not too mention he had planted his royal seeds....
So she'd stay home with his kids....while he out in the streets
She at the crib playing mommy dearest....
Her mother said that's not your job...but she aint tryna hear it....
Did everything this man said out of fear it...
Wasn't love
Just planted this thought in her head she wasn't enough...
That she wasn't worth it...
Her fragile self esteem....she absorbed it...
She treated him like the sun..her world revolved around him.....in constant orbit...

She wore sunglasses when there were no rays....
No one would see her for days...
A beautiful girl...who usually did it natural...was caking on the foundation....
Constant fights..
First verbal......then physical....
The most painful parts were mental....
The countless name calling..from bitches to hoes....
Then the swinging of the fists...brought on the bloody nose....
The hatred he showed....
This angry...worthless little man... Napoleon complexed..
Whenever he's vexed...
Or high off his ass...would jump on her and flex
His so called manhood....
Accuse her of sleeping with everyone in the neighborhood...
When in actuality it was him up to no good...
Mother urged her to called the cops..
For fear he wouldn't stop...
Told her momma that it was her fault...
That maybe if she listened more...
Or...
Had his things just the way he liked...
She asked her daughter what are you going back for?
Delicately her mother was tiptoeing because she no longer wanted to be put on ignore...
It pained her so much
To be out of touch
With her lil girl...
For whom she had given the world.......
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Domestic can be so hectic

I can't stand it...
Dammit......
The stares of disbelief and the deafening silence...
Another one taken out by domestic violence....
A limp wrist slides from beneath the sheets..
Her mother calm....but her will is weak...
Doesn't have the strength to speak
It was just the other week
She pulled her only child aside...
Just because you think he can provide..
You with the finer things in life...
That's not how a man is supposed to treat his wife....
Look how he bruises you...
For sex just uses you...
And the excuses you..
Make up for him...
Again and again....
That's not the woman I raised!
Young girl....you kow...
Barely 19
She thinks that means
She's grown...
Just got her own place in which she calls home...
I know her from round the way....
Cool with her peeps...when I pass her..she'd always speak...have something nice to say....
In her I noticed a change....
Wasn't my place to say...but something in her demeanor was strange........


To be continued
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28 Days

Every 365 days.....
For 28 days
We celebrate
Our culture..that's cool...but what's not so great
Mainly during that time we elevate..
Awareness of our beautiful skin....
How the strength and courage just flows from within...
We relegate to times that brothers and sisters together were marching....
I don't know...but I'm starting
To think is this right?
It feels more like a slight!!!
At least in my point of view....
Like myself if you...
Have never seen Alice Walker's The Color Purple...what better time to!
Or even Alex Haley's Roots....
Seems like deja vu....
Like clockwork....even Walgreens
Is running specials on products used primarily by Black folk...
Is that a joke?
I'm not saying this to provoke
Any bashing...
I'm just asking
who's next
In order to embody the future we must breed success...
Education....education.....education....
That's the equation....
Don't get it twisted...
I appreciate the struggles of those who existed
Before me..
See...
Without them I wouldn't have the freedom we
Sometime take for granted....
Neither will I allow myself to be disenchanted
And say I'm proud of where it seems some of us are going...
I'm hoping and showing
That there will no longer be a mystery...
When it comes to Black History
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¤Unplugged¤

The elementary theme...
Behind my poetry....I mean...
I write plainly so you could read between
The lines...
Going parallel with thoughts flowing thru my mind...
Can't recall the last time...
I put pen to pad...
I wish I had
Some genius process
That would suggest
I'm writing on a higher level of understanding...
Oops I meant overstanding...
Can't quite dig it...
Don't really give it
Too much conscious thought
I have fought
With what I choose to write...
A never ending fight...
I have stayed away from the fictional dealings
And decided to open up bout my most personal thoughts and feelings
Seems I have connected
With some..even resurrected
Some tears and suppressed memories..
But that was never meant to be
My choice...
Just wanted to speak out in my voice..
Sometimes I am disturbed
Perturbed
By the way I caress those verbs
Set a tingling in those nerves
Open legs and massage curves...
Seemingly so sexual....
Feel like I should be in a confessional
Cuz those be the things I would do be it that I'm not having the best luck in that department.......
Wish I could just lock it all away in my mental compartment.....
Then I want to write things and show my kids...
So I then write my verses without curses like Will Smith did...
I am shy...
That's why..
I use this digital page
As my stage...
Incorporate some of my rage...
Deliver thoughts feelings tears emotions uncaged....
Even as I write this...I can't gauge
Where this is taking me
This is not folly
Its prolly
True....
That's why there is no complexities
In my delivery
So rudimentary...
But you know what.....I can only be me

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