So much of American pop culture glorifies ignorance,
But glorifying knowledge will never lose significance,
I used to be independent
With the occasional woman friend,
Then love found me,
And I was cooler than I had ever been,
Foreplay on full display,
I finger fuck patience and peace,
Creating a radiant beast,
If only poetry could speak,
If the world falls apart,
I don’t care,
As long as you are there,
By my side,
And I don’t care how you wear your hair,
Up there or down there,
I’ll walk this journey with you
Stride for stride,
They said I was different,
Lord knows I tried,
When we get killed by the cops
There is always a debate,
You say they were just following procedure,
That It isn’t hate,
But I spotted the racism at the starting gate,
You discuss our fate over the dinner plate,
A life sentence or a death sentence
Because of my color,
She took just one glance
And it fucked up her whole family dynamic,
The Don is not only larger than life, but he’s gigantic,
The flow is 100% pure, other worldly,
Superior planet,
With the complexion and the stamina
To outlast Inferior stand-ins,
While I was writing paradise,
She was just looking for a good fuck,
After going up and down like a push-up,
I said I was about to conquer poetry,
She said good luck,
There is strength in vulnerability,
That is why you always wanted to chill with me,
Learning how to be at peace with the stillness,
Selective Silence,
When we fucked it was lustful
Projectile violence,
Minds beyond erotic, somewhere exotic,
Bodies on autopilot,
Put you in the figure four,
Our legs locked,
A horseman,
So, the beds rocked,
She had seen a lot of things, so she was not easily impressed,
That was, until she encountered the Don,
Then she eagerly undressed,
Her mental faculty was a complicated fixation,
Our visits to the bedroom were nothing short of amazing,
She predicted greatness in my future,
Taught me with patience like a tutor,
I can’t imagine being sleep IN MY OWN HOME,
Then all of a sudden, I’m shot eight times…
Dead and gone,
Breonna Taylor my heart cries for you,
Police brutality constantly disregards the truth,
Her deepthroat made me believe in God,
I disappeared inside her moonlight,
My back has since healed from the scars,
Fulfilling fantasies in between the bars,
Next book will be strictly for the adults,
If only you knew how many poems were in my vault,
If it was up to 45 the Exonerated Five
Would have been executed,
Yet some of y’all want to focus on the so-called looting,
Rather than the solutions,
Not worried at all about what we are protesting about,
Thanks to the prison industrial complex
Our young men are putting your kids through college,
For many it took a knee on Floyd’s neck
For institutional racism to even be acknowledged,