Black Poetry : Crack Queen

shaz

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U **** straight I saw you
Trying to hide that Black Queen
Behind that Crack Fiend
Stumbling where u use to stroll
Falling where u use to stand
Begging where you’re very presence
Would previously command

Maybe you forgot who you are
But I aint forgot shiiit
I know you
I remember when you sat upon your throne of beauty, knowledge and potential
With the whole world before you
with an unsurpassed heritage of survival as your legacy

You need to remember for yourself
And stop livin just for yourself
Your kingdom needs its Queendom

Your children are running the streets steeling, begging, selling…..
Soul, spirit, body, dope, hope…..
As they struggle to survive
The reality of
Missing
What was meant to be

Return to your place of glory
And reclaim the
What was meant to be
For you yours and me
Because You Where you ought to be is what I want to see

So your King may return and
Find his queen properly prepared
And waiting for her King of Glory

You were formed in HIS OWN image from His own Hand, not even the angels were created as you
from the breath of His chest
Nothing less
 
Nice Piece

And i truly enjoyed it. So real and so true. **I know what i wanted to say but it wouldn't let me write it that way... STRANGE*** Well anyways.. .here it is

My King turned me into a crack queen!!!
I loved you and stood beside you...
supported your every decision...
i trusted you with my own life...
til the day you told me try the white...
I heard about and knew it was wrong...
But i was sure my baby wouldn't do me no harm...
That first time was really scary...
that anjel dust seemed just like the fairies...

I couldn't believe you had me trying that ****...
I'm trying to figure out where the hell you got it...
How long have you been doing it....
What about our kids...

and then we got a pipe...
and started pulling through the glass...
We me and you...
what we did together...
I'm your childrens mother...
now i'm addicted...
Inflicted pain upon my child...
to see her mommy acting wild...
she caught me in the bathroom...
You talking about leaving soon...
What am I suppose to do...
I know i need help....
But all the pain i felt...
i just need one....
one more hit..and i'll be okay...

I'm sorry baby...
but your daddy's gone away...
he say he couldn't stay...
but he'll come by and visit you one day...

I'm strong and still drug addicted...
my children...and I are about to be evicted...
so i moved to the projects...

I don't stay home anymore...
I need to feed the kids...
so now i'm a crack head whore...
Hope i got enough to get some groceries..
after i buy my eight ball dhat is...
and what bis...is it yours...
I heard you were so high the other night...
fell down five floors...

The social services came by the other day....
Said they were gonna take the kids away...
Said someone reported me in...
I think it was your cousin...

Ain't like they trying to help...
I know i need some help...
Thanks to my crack king....
 
and just when i thought

crack was played out

i remember clearly the crack wars of New York in starting in late 1984 thru till about 1994

this drug changed the course of human history and not for the better

nice work here shaz
 

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