Poetry Critiques : Ex Whore Cyst Ex Whore Sized With Pen

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  1. Nahshon

    Nahshon Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I started writing because I was too fearful to speak words
    Words were sacred to me
    thought if written then read, I could really be heard.
    I tell you I’ve had a lot on my mind and It’s kind of scary to me
    I know that I am not paranoid
    Just understand what people do sometimes to fill the void
    in there life
    and the things they have gone through
    I was once a liar and thief, till I was schooled
    I am just an L7 to all those that know
    Me on my block and up the street
    Said I was a once thief,
    Yet what I stole was a piece of my soul
    Which I sold just to eat
    I don’t want to become like what the streets and women push me to be.
    Don’t want to pimp that’s not the life for me,
    it would rip my heart, to put a woman out there and live off the earnings of her back.
    Don’t need to sell drugs, that get hearts pumped up for fatal attacks.
    ****’s mad shifty in here. I need a clean hustle
    Stamped self approved of my own.
    37 years old and there’s **** I want to own.
    This life is too short and I’m fully grown.
    So right now I am just hatching up plans all alone.
    I used to tell lies to make others search for the truth.
    Though this was not the way I was brought up from youth.
    The truth is I am tired of the lies.
    Lies kill you in the streets.
    Straight truth
    In front you’ll see
    Crips & Bloods, chalk lines & blood with shells on the streets
    and the shells I am talking 'bout aren’t found on the beach…
    Straight Truth
    They rep with signs, representing their hoods
    Street codes been round since slaves been in backwoods
    Hiding from Massa cause freedom looks so good.
    Freedom is all a brother’s looking for.
    Make the kind of money where I can lay down the law
    Spirit robbed enough ways to know, how not to get ripped off.
    Self education through fire
    No longer my desire.
    See I was naïve walking round these streets
    And wound up having young Crips looking out for me.
    Yet I see and know what they’re into
    I peeped there game mad quickly too.
    So I put out wild **** for them to think about
    Am I crazy, sane or do I have a little clout.
    I am not scared, just sorry it’s in this house.
    I know this isn't my life, I know I have to get out…
    So I am just sitting back making master plans
    Have to get out of here as fast as I can
    That’s the one thing I know.
    I got to get on my hustle and flow
    Make enough loot to live like a king abroad or maybe here
    But it wouldn’t be fair
    to think I’d sell another piece of my soul just to get paid…
    cause I sold a piece of it to a woman I once laid
    and been paying for it ever since
    Which brings me pain
    And sometimes I just want to **** the pain
    **** the pain
    **** the pain away.
    Find a sister that can handle me when I slay,
    and lay with tongue,
    verbal lashings, oral baptisms
    Beating her mind with words
    thrashing clits with lips and thumbs
    till she knows I am not the one to be slept on.
    No time for lies
    Lies are a continuing inner suicide
    Need to find a release
    for all that’s pent up inside
    so tired of just getting by
    to getting by
    till I die
    Singing homeless man blues.
    Let me tell you, it isn’t easy being a homeless man
    lord have mercy it’s not easy being a homeless man
    When I swear on my life I'll never be there again
    There’s always someone out there that quotes to me "What ifs"
    What if??? What if?????
    What if?
    Birds swam the seas
    fish flew the skies
    aromatherapy might be the new means of getting high
    What if?
    Life were the disease
    that death cures
    and at deaths door all questions ever asked
    were completely answered for once and ever more.
    So much that your brain can’t take the strain
    So you welcome physical death
    And embrace spiritual life
    See living life is 4:20, AM or PM
    Listening to songbirds cry
    Getting in touch with Jah with a Ganja high
    Eating strawberries and grapes with the right woman by my side
    Releasing the depths of my soul
    upon sanctified spaces of her inner thigh.
    I can’t lie
    I want this woman so much
    Makes me curious would she give a gentle or a rough touch
    Til my muscles are sore
    Me the Ex Whore
    The Ex Whore
    Ex Whore Cyst
    layers upon layers of dead skin
    trying to hide the scars of where a demon once slipped in
    this frame
    fattened this body making me seem lame
    But check out this Ex Whore Size
    Once I weighed in at 2-8-5
    Now I’ve lost 4 pants sizes
    I feel good about who I am and about life…
    I’m not going to let life stress me out.
    Life, that’s just what I am trying to live and give.
    Once came across a man who told me, he knew who I was,
    Even if I didn’t.
    So I decided to play mental chess with him and found out he was a master of the game.
    So I found myself mental martial arts student studying chess as a game
    to size up those I choose to give me to.
    Borderline manic depressive is not my truth
    But my doctor said I can’t keep holding things inside
    Stop thinking about the things I can’t control and just write
    Live each day of your life, as if it were the last.
    Live life the best you can, stop putting the future behind your past
    Feel real life inside as a real man without lies
    no reasons for tears to drown a mind
    put it all behind you and write…
    put it all behind you and write…
    So I write…
    Writing Ex Whore Cyst Ex Whore Sizes
    Speaking the truth of what I see outside of me
    not to mention I’m back to representing South-Side Queens,
    the home of my youth.
    Took till I was 37 to see so much truth
    ‘bout how things really go down on the boulevard
    That’s why when strangers walk down the streets they look hard
    They’re not trying to get stuck
    By a crack head, or gang member just trying to move up
    the ladder of life
    without giving a ****
    who it hurts,
    just so they can enjoy their devilish ways
    But Jah has been protecting me till today
    Opened my eyes and helped save
    My very soul…
    I know there are still things out there that I don’t know…
    Yet I needn't know everything.
    Just need enough knowledge,
    Not just how I should be living but also where.
    But till I’ve stacked enough so that I can move out here, I’m going to play that L7 game,
    let those hustlers and pimps and whores know that I am not playing
    I am a real man with a child
    that I have been separated from, for far to long
    Not trying to live my life wild
    not trying to live my life wrong
    just attempting to live mild and strong
    live mild and strong
    And the writing goes on…
    With My pen
    My pen is multi-colored arrow-shaped
    double ink cartridge
    - self guidance system equipped
    stealth capable
    silver tipped pen
    Specially designed to seek and find
    concealed vampiristic demons
    that gluttonously feed
    Upon souls blood deep within
    It’s my ultimate weapon
    stronger than bullets, missiles, and swords of any kind
    Has the power to inflict harm
    And the power to give piece of mind
    See sticks and stones break bones
    But words can break spirits the backbone of life
    forged within earths heart
    And the ink in my pen
    is from an ancient brew
    combined from universal elements
    With salivary secretions of Angelic messages
    These powerful tools
    aren’t just any old writing instruments
    Transforming written words into spoken words as incantations
    Used by this skillful wordsmith
    Rooting out evils and encourage weakened hearts throughout a nation.
    So I no longer deal with what ifs
    I deal with what is real here and now
    I am the Ex Whore Cyst now Ex Whore Sized
    With a mighty pen with which to write
    And heal the pangs inside
    And I do this with Jah by my side.
    With Jah by my side.
    With Jah by my side.

    Nahshon-Rae 6/05/2006
     
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    written nicely just needed to break it down some in stanza's
    it was long maybe you can shorten it up a bit but over all this
    was tyte and i felt all of it ....big ups bruh !
     
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