- Nov 17, 2005
- 59
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Boiling water on a blacktop stove
....Grease
..........with the faint taste of shrimp,
..........or chicken or something fried
soaked in calories....
..........made with love
leaving more impressions
then memories on heart
.................. and thies
in a kitchen that told more truths then lies
at a table, bearing wild hair
..............out running the kinks
as hot combs raid the thicks of hair grease...
popping on the forehead,
...........thoundrous laughter,
"Be still girl!"
filling the room, as gossip spread like wild fire
*pop* *pop* "ow ma!! that hurts...." *pop*
"Girl u'd better watch ya mouth.."
"Girl u'd ...
.............better....
....... watch.....-that stove before you burn this whole
apartment."
quit acting like u got no sense
golden trimmed tables, holding
white books filled with white kings
and other sorts of white things
inspiring these poor
.............. ghetto black dreams
Sweetend with the aid of .......
.......................kool drinks
.......of blue toungues and peperment sticks
Stuck in the depth of corner store pickles
where noodles is but 25 cents.....Kandy is but a penny
But
...the dreams are free......
put to boiling water
...... on black top stoves
wondering if Hoods capture wishes between plastered bricks
and paint, trapped and held between the disapointments
of shattered dreams
in a home that holds more that memories and dreams
skipping rope next door,
.......... with the neighbors kids
momma still looking for those
...................... extension cords
summer times switches, and
night times kisses
Somewhere lost between
..........wrong and right
From roman noodles to koolaid
Memories of the hood
....Grease
..........with the faint taste of shrimp,
..........or chicken or something fried
soaked in calories....
..........made with love
leaving more impressions
then memories on heart
.................. and thies
in a kitchen that told more truths then lies
at a table, bearing wild hair
..............out running the kinks
as hot combs raid the thicks of hair grease...
popping on the forehead,
...........thoundrous laughter,
"Be still girl!"
filling the room, as gossip spread like wild fire
*pop* *pop* "ow ma!! that hurts...." *pop*
"Girl u'd better watch ya mouth.."
"Girl u'd ...
.............better....
....... watch.....-that stove before you burn this whole
apartment."
quit acting like u got no sense
golden trimmed tables, holding
white books filled with white kings
and other sorts of white things
inspiring these poor
.............. ghetto black dreams
Sweetend with the aid of .......
.......................kool drinks
.......of blue toungues and peperment sticks
Stuck in the depth of corner store pickles
where noodles is but 25 cents.....Kandy is but a penny
But
...the dreams are free......
put to boiling water
...... on black top stoves
wondering if Hoods capture wishes between plastered bricks
and paint, trapped and held between the disapointments
of shattered dreams
in a home that holds more that memories and dreams
skipping rope next door,
.......... with the neighbors kids
momma still looking for those
...................... extension cords
summer times switches, and
night times kisses
Somewhere lost between
..........wrong and right
From roman noodles to koolaid
Memories of the hood