Black Poetry : could be killed

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  1. THA HOOKUPMAN

    THA HOOKUPMAN Banned MEMBER

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    :flamet: :flamet: hold her naked body firmly in my hand…………
    And I….close my eyes tightly…and ahhh..
    Slowly bring her hole closer to my lips
    …….and I …I and…and I …and I and I
    Could be killed for what am thinking
    Its beyond …….human experience
    Could be killed for what am thinking
    Drinking poison in my dreams
    It seems that am moving past my past
    Elementary school days past k to the 12th grade
    Where every body knew that boogie down productions
    Would always get paid
    In full like Rakim
    At least until black radio forgot him
    The great rock bottom fell 12 levels below Sodom
    Sold out
    Now all the white national radio conglomerates
    Got them
    strung out
    Like my old high school friend
    Who uses to wear 3 different leather suits a day
    And push the dime pieces in the jet black Benz
    At least until he saw half his life end
    Getting shot down on the roof of the projects
    Now he just shoots up
    on the roof of the projects

    an yet even he has a longer life expectancy than me
    Cause
    I could be killed for what am thinking

    I let her hole sit firmly on my tongue
    And am just dieing for her to cum
    I want her whole nine to just ejaculate straight thru my mind
    I want her to cum so hard that she blows off my headpiece
    So that I might finally have peace in my head, but
    Instead I hear a million ancestors yell that
    I have no right ta
    Have no
    Life
    they tell me I am
    Exzackly what comes after the ones that survived the middle passage
    They tell me im directly descendent from the ones who thought it was
    Punk shyit to
    jump ship
    The ones who mastered their masters
    Those angels those gods that worked hellishly hard
    From can’t see to can’t sea on the plantations
    Slaving for the very same Satan that they created
    They graphed their own masters

    And every nite
    Every nite a trillion bodies
    Blacker than cooked soot on the bottom of a crack pipe
    In a dark corner of the basement of a crack house
    When the moon signals midnight
    Sing to me

    They sing that im the ungrateful realization of there dreams
    They sing that im their social technologically spoil offspring
    They sing since it took four hundred years of misery to bring me here
    My suicide is not a acceptable offering

    tHey sing I was
    expressly put on this planet to speak dynamite to granite
    That I was intended to spit tears into microphones
    So that billions of disenfranchised black children might find their way back home
    And I
    Cry an I cry
    Cause I
    Im ashamed that
    I could be killed for what im thinking
    And I want her to cum so bad but I mange
    I want her to
    Cum
    So bad but I mange
    but I mange to pull the gun off of my tongue
    turn my thoughts inadvisability in the direction
    of black youth
    and behold!!
    Ejaculating out of my throat

    Is the truth
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    whoaaaaaa!!!!
    dis was above and beyond
    awesome write Hookup
     
  3. angelicsage

    angelicsage Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Baby...OMG

    ...OMG *clutching my heart* :crying:

    Where do I begin...with a work this powerful, in danger of being percieved
    as just another poem...or flow

    This is what happens when a gifted writer gets real...

    The metaphor of the gun...being a woman, GENIUS
    kept me clinging to each stanza, wondering what the correlation was

    Until...the ending...revealed the truth

    Suicide...
    is not our individual right and yes, our ancestors fought and were
    killed so that we might have the right...not be slaughtered like cattle
    or hung from trees like ornaments...in flames.

    Life is never over...just because careers end, there's more to know
    and deeper levels to go...if we only listen to the voices that speak...
    and pump through our own blood, despite what our society teaches us

    Bravo Baby...this was an Immaculately Conceived Poem of Extraodinary Power
    that takes the soul on a journey aching to reach home...

    Stunning...absolutely Stunning :crying: :cry: :heart:
     
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    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Can't really do this piece the same justice that sage already did. But, I was taken in, by the images given, and then when you brought it all together at the end...bullseye. We do have far to go, but we haven't come thus far to let it all go now. Fathoms deep!
     
  5. hiphop4ever

    hiphop4ever Active Member MEMBER

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    Kid, you got wicked wit it!





    I’d spin it “n” flip it after checkin this joint out

    “Fight and die if we must, but I’m living because ain’t nobody gonna make me take my own life, I’ll die fighting, if I must but I’m still gone pull my brothers out the ghetto”



    Black men
    The real endangered species
     
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    1Greaterthan~I Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    A dark melody about dark feelings written with lighted wisdom and creativity
    Explosive ending. This was tight. Very nice.
     
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