A BLACK SUNRISE
I've noticed your tear shocks of pain have
become your tear shots in a glass to drink away the sorrow inside;
And confiding in me might have been one of the best moves you've made
cause it allowed me to comprise this poem making your ejaculated suffering fade away
You deserve to feel like a beacon of light.
That he can't help but see on a daily basis;
a black sunrise who's face can't be denied,
more than a salsberry steak thats only
taken out the freezer at dinner time.
Placing blame to feed the flame is the last thing I want to do
But I'm sure your thinking something like,
Put down that glass of shut up juice and speak to your woman
Put out that stick of weed so your blind mind can see how unpleased your woman is.
I'm not trying to hate on your man, but
he should know better than to ignore his #1 fan.
Abe wants you to know that you are a treasure that can't be buried in a chest of solitude.
Your pain and suffering shouldn't have to be balled up in a silent chamber, and
The agony in your soul and eyes shouldn't equal the thickness in your hips and your thighs.
Though these issues you got with your man
makes the quality time shakey,my words can be the peace
to your minds sake psyche; as the bed quaking, mind shaking, love making
seems to have died down now;
You've told me he loves you, and
I've been trying to take your word for it, without a doubt.
The notion he don't like you...I fail to see the truth in.
And now I find out your carrying his child,
unplanned like a clog in a drain or a bullet to the brain, and was
holding on to it like an old man with a cane.
But the days go by...and now....you tell me its gone.
I know the sudden loss of your miscarried child makes this
liquid frustration bloody tears exposing fears that need comforting;
I hear all the time the more things change, the more they stay the same.
That's why its hard for me to fathom
your being shook as if you were a common cold,
thinking how can he be so bold with you.
As though your feelings were insignificant slaves sold to white masters.
And he maybe hurting too from this too common tragedy of nature,
but needs to open his eyes to see the bigger picture of the situation;
In your struggle regain conscious hindsight to equal the sum, of this fractioned relationship
the arguments have made u a little numb
To tell the truth, I'm starting to get a bad contact high off the sticky-icky,
tree smoking stress coming at you
Your life right now shouldn't be a chain letter laced with pain weather
clouding these sky's preventing your beautiful black sunrise.
Testifying to me and the Gods above
may have you mess around and recapture that good love that's
slipping out your fingers so there is hope for the future;
always remember your time on this earth is precious
the infectious virus contaminating these still waters
must be treated if this sacred essence can be revitalized
you don't take shit, you make shit.
So de-fertilize the unsanitary weeds spreading in your soil
I'm here to help and keep the winter chills hitting you encounter feel so cold.
The shine you embody can still circulate again
and end these blood clots limiting the place above you belong.
Be strong, and hold on to climb faith's ladder I've put in your sights
ignore lighting that stick of dynamite of unfaithful deception
his TV is on the right channel, but with bad reception.
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This poem was dedicated to a good friend of mine, who's has been going through her own trials and tribulations in her relationship. Out of respect, I chose not to name her. She told me this did help a little and thanked me.
become your tear shots in a glass to drink away the sorrow inside;
And confiding in me might have been one of the best moves you've made
cause it allowed me to comprise this poem making your ejaculated suffering fade away
You deserve to feel like a beacon of light.
That he can't help but see on a daily basis;
a black sunrise who's face can't be denied,
more than a salsberry steak thats only
taken out the freezer at dinner time.
Placing blame to feed the flame is the last thing I want to do
But I'm sure your thinking something like,
Put down that glass of shut up juice and speak to your woman
Put out that stick of weed so your blind mind can see how unpleased your woman is.
I'm not trying to hate on your man, but
he should know better than to ignore his #1 fan.
Abe wants you to know that you are a treasure that can't be buried in a chest of solitude.
Your pain and suffering shouldn't have to be balled up in a silent chamber, and
The agony in your soul and eyes shouldn't equal the thickness in your hips and your thighs.
Though these issues you got with your man
makes the quality time shakey,my words can be the peace
to your minds sake psyche; as the bed quaking, mind shaking, love making
seems to have died down now;
You've told me he loves you, and
I've been trying to take your word for it, without a doubt.
The notion he don't like you...I fail to see the truth in.
And now I find out your carrying his child,
unplanned like a clog in a drain or a bullet to the brain, and was
holding on to it like an old man with a cane.
But the days go by...and now....you tell me its gone.
I know the sudden loss of your miscarried child makes this
liquid frustration bloody tears exposing fears that need comforting;
I hear all the time the more things change, the more they stay the same.
That's why its hard for me to fathom
your being shook as if you were a common cold,
thinking how can he be so bold with you.
As though your feelings were insignificant slaves sold to white masters.
And he maybe hurting too from this too common tragedy of nature,
but needs to open his eyes to see the bigger picture of the situation;
In your struggle regain conscious hindsight to equal the sum, of this fractioned relationship
the arguments have made u a little numb
To tell the truth, I'm starting to get a bad contact high off the sticky-icky,
tree smoking stress coming at you
Your life right now shouldn't be a chain letter laced with pain weather
clouding these sky's preventing your beautiful black sunrise.
Testifying to me and the Gods above
may have you mess around and recapture that good love that's
slipping out your fingers so there is hope for the future;
always remember your time on this earth is precious
the infectious virus contaminating these still waters
must be treated if this sacred essence can be revitalized
you don't take shit, you make shit.
So de-fertilize the unsanitary weeds spreading in your soil
I'm here to help and keep the winter chills hitting you encounter feel so cold.
The shine you embody can still circulate again
and end these blood clots limiting the place above you belong.
Be strong, and hold on to climb faith's ladder I've put in your sights
ignore lighting that stick of dynamite of unfaithful deception
his TV is on the right channel, but with bad reception.
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This poem was dedicated to a good friend of mine, who's has been going through her own trials and tribulations in her relationship. Out of respect, I chose not to name her. She told me this did help a little and thanked me.
SACRIFICES OF A QUEEN
He smoked away your essence of innocence
with his loaded weapon of pleasure and pain;
most young girls shouldn't be victim to.
But that chain of pain in your closets past
doesn't define who you are;
Just an unfortunate sacrifice of a queen.
But I got love 4u. How could I not be a fan of you queen wordsmiths
that drop lyrical shard bombs that pierce minds hearts
to bleed awoken conscious realities.
You are the Lady sovereigns of literature,
queen mothers of nature
that have and will birth
the soothsayer tamed tangents
multiplied thoughts and subtracting
fact from fiction,putting the dope in the diction;
freed from magnum tongue guns...Clint Eastwood can't handle.
Sacrifices you make and endure has
earned you wealth to your poor souls.
You keep it real like a God's gift to man essence dripped from the conscious skies above should. Preschool minded dudes should know how to treat a queen of your calibur. Spitting their dingalingo with
a short sword
playing like they holding Excalibur.
I'm a king in my own right
will bow to no man...
but at the same time would drop to one knee
only to kiss your hand queen.
Some sistas I know could use the knowledge from knowing your pain to not fall in societies cracks and Jacking fast on some "Hustler's" penis.
Some sistas I know need your strength of character to lift the pressure weights of common man telling them they can't sing, swing on a pole, receive this back handed love, being the next rap video hoe can git you on top of this;
But it jus lowers the level of their queendom.
You deserve the gratifying treatment some queens of ancestors past
devoured into your beings by true african kings.
I'm disgusted at the false royalty that roam this kingdom.
So, your majesty...if they lay a damning hand on your beauty...
I shall castrate his emotional nuttsack cause he has no real manhood!!
One majestic woman I know,I swear
was born with the back bone of Rosa parks dat refused the descrimination to break her spirit;
The undying will of harriet Tubman slave masters tried to kill that worked hard and made time to make me & my brothers a hot plate to not go hungry. Showing she loved us unconditionally.
Spoke words turning unconscious temples of ignorance into awoken treasure chest like Asata shakur,
even wit the profanity.
I admit, half my cussing vocabulary came from her.
And many more Goddesses that walk among us,
the poor souls which will receive solace from my spoken words.
Taalam said it best by
writing about, "WHAT YOU DESERVE"
I'm here to reinforce it.
proving you are the back bone, jelly to the peanut butter on our toast,
foundation to keep afloat the home us men call an existence and the pain that is a blessing to gift which is the curse to common man!!
