Black Poetry : Taking Notes

Roxanne

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Black in my Mind
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Full Time Working On Self
Taking Notes

He said
You gonna make me beat your *** twice
And all I was thinking of was
How I loved him and wanted to be his wife
Spend my life with him
Even when I knew
I didn’t know nothing about him
Cept that we had different reservations
His take outs and drive thru
Mine home grown stew and a nice glass of wine
Comfort food
We were two of a different kind and a different suit
Him a spade and a club would do
Leaving me with hearts and hopes for diamonds
But sometimes a piece of coal is just a piece of coal
We didn’t even have chemistry
So the matter had no formula
Our conversation
Calculated an explosion
The good kind and the bad
And what's sad that this is why
When he said
You gonna make me beat your *** twice
All I was thinking of was
I just might…
Our love was Algebra
Unknown variables tryin to solve
Knowing you aint
Ever really needed to know this in real life
See, we couldn’t possibly be two positive
More like two negatives
Making a false positive
Even if I knew the answer
The computations were all wrong
I flunked his class
Found myself with another brother
In fact I found myself
Falling in love or falling in something…
With his twin
Recognized the resemblance when
He said
You gonna make me beat your *** twice
And all I was thinking of was
Humph that would be a first
Remembering the threat of scars
From the last hurt
Seeing he and me six feet under dirt
I broke the curse
I said
I heard all that before
At least be an original work of art
Start by creating something different
Like be my geography
Take me to uncharted places
I ain’t soared to before
Like you adoring me
Give me recess so you and I can
Talk like bestfriends
Love me like we at gym
‘Cuz we both know we love to ball
Converse like a well versed
Theater dialogue
Just LOVE me
Just once…
Beside beating my *** twice
Seems more like hard work
We both knew
That aint something he was use to doing
So, I gave him a pass
We broke on principle
I can’t lie
I got caught slipping
Now, I am suspended
Mind writing standards:
I can’t imagine living my life, loving someone who “Ima make”. beat my *** twice
I can’t imagine living my life, loving someone who “Ima make”? beat my *** twice
I can’t imagine living my life, loving someone who “Ima make”! beat my **** twice

But I know Ima flunk again
If I end up stuck with another twin as my teacher
He schooled me…
I’ll pass.
 

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