*sigh*...i almost got lynched the last time i posted this...sooo, let's try again here @ Destee Shameless hussies …**** ain’t what it usta be… …**** ain’t what it usta be… women broken down into dime pieces …slivers of sexuality devoid of their cervixes’ full scream … if it were possible to make poems fly (in the same vein of writing god’s sigh) I would sign my name to a scripture & tell Assata its okay to come home …its okay to come home… if it were possible to make stanzas deadly (in a similar way rhymes in hiphop kill children steadily) I would happily conceive daughters & teach them Iambic deathgrips to those who grab their Jeweled ****s & diamond tipped dreads with No understanding …that a country exists in a womb. Now …we don’t need to ride a woman’s rainbow that ends at the point of her startling orgasm to know …women shake this world’s soul loose… Now …some might construe this blackpoembluerevolution… as my attempt to make ‘em wet & soft for my own design… I suppose …I find it humbling to know… my manhood can never be until I find a woman to serve… (whatcha mean, mensah?? Women serve us) trust …that we are their servants & protectors… this pleases me. Shameless hussies …give’n dap to whoever they ******* please… …inviting men into them whenever they ******* please… revolution in its essence. My woman ain’t got to be submissive …pin me down in bed just as hard as I do you. …yeah, I said my woman ain’t got to be submissive… talk slick, pop **** & ask me to hold you in the same phrase. Now …we don’t need to count every 10 minutes to know a women is (as we convene here) getting her blood smeared by a man…in front of her daughter… and we don’t need to line for women in a row (to really get to know) that one of them has been sexually abused/ or will be. Heh…and we **** sure ain’t got to Open a vagina’s monologue (cuz we men never want to hear its song…unless its being beat up, licked out, get’n hit from the back in all angles) to wrangle in the myth that women comprise the weaker sex. Shameless hussies …slappin’ men who step out of line… …throwing men’s clothes out the window when one two many strange women call for him…. Blacktalk, liberationspeech, afrikalove aside… Cuz, ****… You ain’t got enuf poems in your journalography to tell me …women ain’t the most subjugated on this planet. Diatribal incantations about my ancestral wetdreams aside Cuz, ****… You ain’t got enuf semen on your right hand to justify Striking her down & thinking she’s gonna Sniffle to the kitchen & fry up some ho’ cakes for you …****… a shameless hussy will mosey to the kitchen and come back swingin’ diaspora lowblows ‘til the clock strikes high noon & your erection’s been sucker-punched and you go fetalposition on her. That’s the woman I want. Shameless hussies …sitting in elizabeth clubs loving their men from afar… …smile when they’re wet & we nod to the smell… get wit’ that **** right there, little boy… ?