Black Poetry : Poet

Sweet baby_face

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Student by day, Poet by night
my words aren't a seductive freak dance
that plays between yr ears
they don't wear short schoolgirl uniform and pigtails
or suck on lollipops to tease yr mind
nah, baby
my words are naked spread eagle
on a black satin sheet i like to call my notebook
my words ain't even my words
see i stole them from grown men
waiting for DOT to take them to antha street
from reruns of good times
at 5:39 in the morning
with hersey kisses melting in my mouth
while wearing my winnie the pooh nightshirt
sitting on top of my black la-z-boy
from locked brotha poets
who smile @ me in dark coffeehouses
making me think of
hard
juicy
grapefriuts
i hit softer the the touch
a voluptuous woman gives her hip
after a full night with lovher
my words are black coffee
the morning after
no suga
no cream
bitter
hot
addictive
that stain yr teeth at the end
of
each
word
begging 4 more of tongue fruit
cause i'm a poet
ruler of yr fanasties
temptress of yr soul
explorer of yr flesh
come baby
close yr eyes
lick yr lips
and smell me cuming
and
know that
i
am
a
poet
 

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