Black Poetry : my first year

thespokesman

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Mo. City Tx/ Houston
Occupation
Designer, student
My first year
College
Told me to stop
Work overnight
Pushing freight
Before I live that way, I’d push weight

Over state, instead I analyze the state
Of mind, to climb ladders that don’t support my weight

Huh

That man who told me I wouldn’t make it was my own
Skin tone
I hung up on the possibilities he was right
I was struggling to get school
Understanding abstract notions about truth, objector n light
Would they respect me, I heard thru the grapevine
I wasn’t up on mine

Well I came back and began to storm how to make rain
At the same time, I had my first poems reflecting my pain
Everything rhymed, the chic magnet was born
Distracted from my mission
Now I gotta pay tuition
I’m jobless, hooptie smoking
Oil spilling, burning my denim
Wondering about architectural masters, what was in them

But a black man told me bout black architects
He knew none, I peeped statistics
That only means to me room is mine
Therefore room time
Was born before prescribed
I understood prosperity in lines
That became the blueprint behind my designs

Some never understood my theory
It’s simple, if I the competitor, fear me
Hear me, you gotta, it seemed like a surprise when I spoke to
Paralyzed eyes, that attempted to coincide with my ride
As I hit roller coaster to coaster, and have a funfest
I started out a jest; I set out to be the best

Now they laugh but I’m five years in
That same boy said I never finish, 4 years since then
And when I think bout when
Before I came up, had many friends
Now I can count friends on one finger
Keep it, the spoke, I’m a speak it
Till I lose a finger, vocal cord, my brain is major pain
I thank you for the words that came

You’ll never make it, that’s not your game
Dean’s list that’s not your game, it’s a white crime
You can’t write, you stealin your lines
Stop that R. Kelly shine, I caught you on tapes
Talkin bout rapes, we all know the truths, takes
I spit 3 books since then
Cuz of all my rhymes, could of have ten times more kids since then

And when they fired me
Who hired me
To return
I’m glad friends and classmates let me burn
I claim a sword when your needles stickin me
Jesus, they can’t get with me, this is just memory
 

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