Black Poetry : Explanation of Ink

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    BLAQ LOVE POURAHTREE Nefertum Husia Shayheh MEMBER

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    See blacky is the dead end,
    at one end of my path,
    and the other end is Q Ave,
    the two way street sign,
    with the rough dawg,
    posted up living the fast life,
    hands in his pocket,
    with fool's gold on,
    smoking a blunt of high times,
    and to the other side,
    is that ole man casual down,
    still posted up on the block,
    smoking his harmonica soulfully chilling,
    the full circle of the saw to the future,
    they standing together though,
    you know the young and old,
    on my right arm that is,
    on my left arm is Quattlebaum,
    with the second t as the cross symbol of the male,
    i am the fruit tree who bridges the dead to the living,
    i am still walking down my spiritual block,
    from the dead end out of the full circle,
    as the SOULJAH arched up at the sternum,
    across the hills and valleys of my stomach,
    the bread basket of my gut instinct,
    which is the second brain of my existence,
    i never let my stomach get swollen with greed,
    i keep a six to twelve pack of soul juice,
    to drink on while at rest and moving through life's trenches,
    hanging on to my dog tags forever etched in so there is no taking mine,
    so when i hug you i could be that youngster or ole timer posted up,
    as any fruit tree standing at the bridge waiting on you too,
    from the dead end unfinished walking to the otherside living,
    completely ready to go back home successfully finished.

    (Real Poetry)
     
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    In the background around my stomach,
    is Queen Tubman's face representing,
    the underground by any means necessary,
    i got Queen Nefertiti's face on my left side of chest,
    i got Queen Nzinga's face on my right side of chest,
    they are my trinity of fight in this war of oppression,
    my real road models guiding me in my art of peace,
    with Queen Cobra on my back i see all predators,
    forever protected even if death takes me out unfinished,
    i wrote my own two line eulogy tatted on the bridges of my shoulders,
    with two black roses caressing my last sentence.

    (Real Poetry)
     
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    See that black preacher said,
    i would have to explain my art,
    one day and time while deeper,
    into my journey cause i told him,
    a vision i had to come true about his church,
    so in turn he told me straight up,
    live life easy and don't be so hard on myself,
    being your own critic is hardest at times,
    so I let my trinity below inked in my largest organ,
    across my body criticize me to the max,
    and i ain't finished life by a long shot,
    welcome to my canvass as my home,
    my story of times artistically finished.

    (Real Poetry)
     
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