Ode to Dr Maya Angelou

Think I discovered you in the third grade...
Captivated my mental as I read your powerful words on the page...
Until then I couldn't remember being in such awe...
Weaving through similes and metaphors.
Really could not grasp the enormity of what I just read.. but I wanted more
You painted such magnificent portraits with your words...
Made my imagination soar...
When I discovered you... I discovered Poetry..
I discovered an outlet to quiet the rumbling going on in my head... I found a way to get people to notice me...
That's just my story...
I recollect to a day and time...
When my beautiful black sisters were full of pride...
Headstrong and empowered reciting Still I Rise...
Women would regale themselves in the confidence of Phenomenal Woman....
The list would go on and on....
Then in 93 I heard your voice....
At President Clinton's inauguration...
Reciting On the Pulse of the Morning in front of the nation...many nations
So others could see your dedication
To inspiring minds..
It's of no suprise..
The many people you have inspired
To put pen to pad...
Write stories whether happy or sad...
You've touched many lives..
Especially mine.
That day I discovered you... I discovered POETRY
I thank you for so eloquently
putting your words on display
Touching hearts...minds..having people marvel at your genius..not just today
But everyday.
Rest in Heaven you Phenomenonal Woman

Previous Cats

Ampersand

I wanna be flowers and
Sweet chocolate and
Fine dinner with wine and
Melodic melodies meant to ease and
Symphonies..and
Trips to Tiffany's and
Wanna fulfill all your fantasies and
be the man you need and
Make you believe and
Restore faith in love and
Have you treat it as a gift from above and
Judge me for my heart and
Be true and open from the start and...
Don't look at my pockets
Trust I got it locked and
Imma put in the work and
Best believe. I know this womans' worth and
Don't need materialistic empty wishing and
The love she been missing and
If she keep kissing ....and
Imma start touching and...
Imma let you fill in the blanks and..
For her love imma give thanks and...
She's my blessing..
No second guessing

Anti Chi-Raq

Can't stand how they make these excuses...
It's pointless...useless
Like a peach tree that bears no fruit... Fruitless
The truth is
Somewhere along the line
This gunslinger mentality came along and we thought it was fine
Maybe even some thought it was cool
Perhaps I'm the fool
That can't connect the line between poverty and the rampant rise
Of Chicago homicide..
Blame it on the system they say...
A shame people only see it that way
Instead of stating obvious truths
We seem comfortable overlooking the climate of today's youth
Seems we are the gun toting
Self loathing
Shells of our former selves
Seemingly no one can help...
Stupid...idiotic...foolish.. to refer to your city as Chi-raq
What good can come from that?
That we embrace such crap?
No snitching huh?
Guess I'll just be wishing
We as human beings would just stand up
Collectively man up
And stop this violence
Stand tall in unity..not just sit in shocked silence
And then the page.
Where is the outrage?
No seriously...where is the outrage?

Ring the alarm!!!!

Ring the alarm!!!!
Ring the alarm!!!!
Oh the racism...
We should riot cuz he does not want black folks at his game.
What a shame!!!!
Chest puffed out...
Spewing more hate out their mouth..
Far removed from what I'm talking bout..
Yet mouths closed
I suppose
People can't handle the truth..
Like I said before..the only time there's unity
Is when an outsider disrespects our community
But between you and me
We degrade each other on the daily..
Give each other no respect
Yet expect
Others to show up some decency?
Gotta be kidding me....
Filled with misplaced Black pride
Yet we ignore the rising rate of Black on Black homicide..
Where's the outrage?
No seriously... Where's the outrage?

Sam went in

http://soundcloud.com/iamyungsam_1/the-end-remix-sammie-j

Sky High

Back on this lyrical shit...
My lyrical shit...
Opened up... Time for some real shit..
I did this...
I rigged this...
Wonder if people are listening...
Oh well don't need the recognition
This ain't a contest 
But I damn sure will give my best..
I confess
I get such a rush when I'm writing 
Not fighting 
With the thoughts in my head
Instead 
Putting pen to paper
Taking off  on my next caper..
So much safer 
That way...
No telling what I'd say...
If this poetry 
Wasn't flowing thru me..
Probably be emotionally constipated
I'd hate it 
Definitely saved me from darker days...
Allows me to put those hellish thoughts on display
With no rush to judgement
Lmao... In a zone...
In a world all my own...
Catch me in the sky
#soloshit I'm flying SO HIGH!!!!!

Krewsader

Seems if I ain't talking slick ish...
Yall attention I can't get..
Guess
I have to stimulate yall with some kinky sexual conquest..
I must confess
That just bores me..
So much more to me...
I wanna inspire like James Baldwin...
Want to inspire with this gift I was given..
Already touched one
My son
Has over 60 joints on his Soundcloud
Young fella made his old man proud..
So many things I have yet to say..
Just put me on display..
Let me have my way..
Mic check... Mic check..
Give you a healthy dose of my intellect
Intelligence should be contagious
Catch it in various stages..
Transcribe in to books..
Get you hooked..
That's all it takes... To reach one
That will teach another one..
That's a cycle I don't mind..
The one that inspires the mind..