Black Poetry : THE CHICKEN CLUCK

[MRS. LADY]

I trick'd on a winner
4 a chicken dinner

That's why I couldn't fly

Was too blind to see
The GODDESS in me

And the slyness of the spy

On the phar-syde
Open'd to the mysteries of "I"

So please never pass me by

I stand with truth
I stand with love

And will dissipate a lie

I stand erect
Like a phallus in passion

Fertilization for my very own seed

Masculine feminine
Sugar and spice

I got everything I need

Slow fast I blast
Spit semen to my womb

I live in a circle round and round
and not the square box of this matrix room

Ready to spurt or squirt
Or spit some nitty gritty

Like the gift of life that suckles the young
Thru the concious milk in her t*tty

Creatively I create myself
Writing death to life

Imagination was the sensation
when GOD clam spit himself a wife

GOD made he for she
And she for he

And chickens for each other and so they cluck

But ele-mental-ly free
With origin-ality

Chicken feathers are weights to pluck

No more chicken dinners

 

[Khasm13]

lol...this was more than a 2 piece meal....
this was for real....nice!!!

one love
khasm

 

[MRS. LADY]

lol...this was more than a 2 piece meal....
this was for real....nice!!!

one love
khasm

Hotep...

gotta admit huh.. really inspired this..

memba that cut that zero...

u know what baby instead of the chicken mc nugget .. u know what u need.. u need a value pack...

that poem really made me look at myself or who i was becoming once upon a time....

one love

 

[$$RICH$$]

lovin this like a full meal to cluck on !
you drop some real yet awesome words to embrace sis

 

[MRS. LADY]

just a lil

lovin this like a full meal to cluck on !
you drop some real yet awesome words to embrace sis

self creation ...

thanks for the love Br. Rich!!

much love peace honor and respect