My City

Philly is my city
And I'm not looking for any petty
But we really need to take back streets.
Everyone wants to play the blame game,
When reality this shit is so lame.
Not to name names city officials don't care about nothing but their fame.
Meanwhile drug dealers came and claim their fame to our streets.
Instead of raising to or feet.
We sit silent in our seats giving in to defeat.
Babies are dying
While mother are crying
This can't be fun
But yet nothing is being done
The crazy thing is the drama for my city has just begun
We look with one eye open
I guess hoping this is one big bad dream.
And when we wake everything will be peaches and cream.
I don't mean to sound so mean.
But when are we going to stop playing the victim.
And come together as a team.
I'm wondering what will it take before we get the violents to stop.
I still remember when my friend mother said she heard the pop.
Then moments later her daughter body dropped.
The sad part is Angel didn't receive any help from the cops.
But one day we will learn how to my city of "Brotherly Love" to return

R.I.P Angel and anyone who has died due crime in my city or any other city

COMATOSE DREAMS

As I view your eyes I want to look deeper
And capture your soul
Escape to ecstasy and find your true goal
Because to the physical eye you are beauty in true human form
But to the abstract eye the idea of beauty is torn

As the days go by I feel my two eyes coming to a common ground
But the shackles of the physical eye are keeping me bound
And now I’m scared because I see the shadows of your soul
And like all shadows they are distorted and can’t be released into the physical’s hold

Now every time I close my eyes and dream it is you I see
Honey brown skin, olive-brown almond eyes, chiseled physique
Peerless, sublime divine, you are Zeus
Ravishing waves, fire desire, immaculate dream
My heart cries, on you I rely, for your excellence beams

Chocolate love, honey-suckle soul, enter me
Deceived, trapped, I want to be free
Strapping, statuesque, my strong tower
Lust, blissful nirvana, endless touch
Molest me to ecstasy, I fiend for your touch

Entering REM sleep, it is you I feel
Smooth hands, suave caress, I love your poise
Cool breeze, summer rain, you aim to soothe
Melodic groove, riveting chills, tantalize my spine
Rush me, diffuse your grace, spirit divine

Dreamy eyes, I’m hypnotized from your stare
Intoxicate, look inside, strip me bare
Tease me, please me, leave me dazed
Ignite my soul, make this feeling not just a faze

Licorice lips, I overdose on your kiss
Comatose, kiss me, revive me to bliss
Capture my lips, hold them captive, never let go
Drown me in your passion, allow your purity to flow

RUMORS

"Shanae's a whore".
"She fucked more guys than a little bit"
."I heard she will let any nigga hit"
"I can't stand anyone in her click"
"Them BITCHES make me sick"
"They think they the shit"

Correction you think I'm Ms It
"He say "She say, but nothing was said to me.
They hate on me, cause it's me they inspire to be.

I don't understand why you sleep, eat, and breath my name
But it OK you haters gave me my fame
But no matter the word on the street I refuse to give in
What you hater's fail to realize I am comfortably in my own skin
Unlike you I do not have to pretend
You have to love yourself from within
Unlike you I am not leaving it up to these men
"If the rumors are not true why don't you defend yourself"
Is the question I am asked everyday
But why answer that question when I can be the bigger person and walk away


NOTE TO EVERY ONE WHO HAS SOMETHING TO SAY AND DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME: I WISH PEOPLE WOULD GROW UP AND GET A LIFE THE PEOPLE WHO ARE ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT WHAT SOMEBODY ELSE TOLD THEM ARE JUST AS CHILDISH AND NEED TO GROW UP. TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE WORRIED ABOUT ME AND WHAT I'M DOING. MARY J SAID IT BEST "I'M DOING JUST FINE" YOU NEED WORRY ABOUT TAKING CARE OF YOUR KIDS HA HA

Standardized: I Know

I don’t claim to be the smartest in world….and I have been called dumb before….but never before…like today….a result of a standardized score….and they ask kids to listen….and dare to be different….policies full of contradiction….it’s a fucked up system….I didn’t panic…nor lose it…I managed….I choose this…every A that I could find….multiple choice is not a crime….but it’s also not a given….at least not where I’m from….and at least not where I’m living…..a place where the average person gets trapped in an unbreakable…poverty stricken prism….and the average wordplay…is nothing more than a bunch of perfectly remastered colloquialisms…..where the average person gets high because there income can’t surpass the term “below average”…..where very few successfully make it out….but the average person is just fighting to remain….average….fighting to stay afloat from the burdens destined to drown them….I am not a product of my environment….but a brand name of my surroundings…..option’s a luxury we don’t have….so of course I was taken out of my element…any questions with multiple answers to it…then the first one is the one I deem relevant….our lives are not limitless but limited when it comes to our progression…yet I survive off the answers to which you couldn’t even fathom the questions….I know that silence is the gateway to one’s potential to listen….and that its better to be deemed a fool….than to speak and remove all suspicion….I know that the attempted penitentiary chances are not worth the minimal reward of street credibility…..battling with a contagious ignorance that breeds the first cousin….stupidity….but smart enough to know that money’s the root of all evil….and so the wealthy are in question…..the middle class are often overlooked while the poor can’t afford their own reflection….I know that we laugh to keep from crying…..and cry because we’re dying…and if there ever was a goal we couldn’t reach…it would be because of our own fear of flying….I know that a quarter of my life has been spent on half the time wondering if there even is a better way…tested through many methods….where the plus isn’t preceded by an A…..I’m talking heart ache plus pain…chaos plus drama..i know that we need change….I know hope….I know Obama….I know that we’ve been in darkness for too long….I know that knowledge is the only light….I know that veering left from any wrongdoing…is the only way to remain right….I know that you don’t know what I know…and that my reality is hard to grasp….and if your question was ever “why you didn’t know?”…then my answer is….”You didn’t ask”


this i my first official poem of ’08...so i hope it lived up to the hiatus....this poem started as a dispute over standardized testing in schools...but i kinda snapped somewhere in between....nevertheless i hope it got my point across

A LADY YOU ARE NOT

You call yourself a lady.
But every time you meet a man you have to have his baby?
Maybe, if you close your leg a little bit,
And stop telling men you love them so quick
You just might see all they want to do hit.
This is not to say that all men ain't shit.
But all men are not Mr. "IT".
Girl on the real you make me sick
Your the type who acts stupid over dirty ass dick.
You should be ashamed of your name.
It's not cute to play the tricking game.
But I guess people with low self-esteem will do anything to gain fame.
No need for me to name name's you know who you are LOL Cagna

Selfish Love

How could you make me love you only to leave me.
In my heart I feel like you deceive me,
But in my mind I know it is my own selfish needs that misleads me.
I guess I just want you always need me.
Please believe me when I say I do love you,
But I rather you stay unhappy one more day,
than just walk away.
The nerve of you there is no girl who deserve you,
not even me!!!!!!!!!!!
You have good qualities that only I can see.
And I know it sounds crazy.............................
but I don't want you to be happy unless it's with me.