Black Poetry : The Cycle Continues

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  1. poeticbliss

    poeticbliss Member MEMBER

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    Carried her in my belly for nine months
    Worked two jobs only for needs not for wants
    Labor pains came like thunder
    My mind caught between anger and wonder…
    Then beautiful black baby born
    Africa tattooed across her neck
    Heart beating strong
    Eyes that could do no wrong
    And the cycle continues
    Daddy didn’t want the responsibility
    Even though this wasn’t his first but one of three
    Tight lips wrapped against my breast
    Tiny fist lay folded
    Soft heart beating upon my chest
    All while daddy’s out getting his freak on
    Lies unfold, love untold
    Words spoken both harsh and cold
    And the cycle continues
    Cigarette smoke circles around my ceiling
    And I’m overwhelmed with the feeling
    That this is getting old
    He had the nerve to tell me that I didn’t want her to have a daddy
    Because, I never had one
    I still don’t understand his philosophy but,
    Maybe that’s because he only got a GED
    ****, I’m sorry
    This is a poem so maybe I should have put that more eloquently
    But, isn’t that one of the things he taught me
    Never bit your tongue; always speak your mind
    So, I’m keeping true to that
    And if you ask me…
    The real cause of the break up was the fact that
    He didn’t want to be apart of a family
    But, rather run the streets with his hommies
    Shooting the breeze
    Smoking some trees
    Talking about how good it feels to be free
    But, let me tell you something just because you’re not with me
    Doesn’t mean that you’re free
    You locked in a padded prison and your mind is in chains
    And the cycle continues
    Beyond silly street games
    Inside this prison there aren’t any numbers or walls
    The streets knows no names
    But, when the lights go down it’s all the same
    You’re locked in a cell with invisible chains
    And the cycle continues
    Now, I’m not trying to curse you and or wish you any pain
    All I’m doing is speaking the truth
    Calling it out by name
    You chose the wrong path
    Your grass will never grow green
    Until you take responsibility for your little black queen
    So stop singing me sad stories
    Yeah, they were interesting in the beginning
    But, your psychological ******** is really starting to bore me
    And your nine inches
    No longer interests me
    So, get up off your knees
    And stop begging me please
    I can no longer take your blues
    I have to move on with my life
    So, stop living in the past
    Or the cycle will continue.
     
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    GQ Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    WoW PB!!!

    Powerfully written!!!

    :peace:
    GQ
     
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    Thank You! that means a lot.
     
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    I two have a GED and sometimes
    Yearn to be free
    But the look in by babies faces
    When I come home and they run and grab my knees screaming
    Daddy daddy
    Keeps me grounded in my greater destiny
    NOW
    Sometimes it aint easy being me
    But what kinda man would I be if I simply
    Walked away and pretend to be free
    Just like
    Like my daddy did me
    Now I anit mad no more you see
    Forgiveness has freed me of animosity
    But the decisions my daddy made have cost him his
    DIGNITY
    And dignity is the one thing every man needs
    If they ever wish to be truly free
    Living day by day for a destiny
    That is so much
    Greater then me


    Now I can’t pass judgment on another mans house and the decisions he makes, but as for me and my house I need for my kids to know me as daddy (by any means necessary).
     
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    Dayum!!!! That was a tight flow, and deep!!
    See ur doing what a man supposed to do.
     
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    shaz Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    poeticbliss
    thank you for appreciating my flow but the truth is I still come strolling in round 3 am every now and then.
     
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    3am? I can just imagine what's going on at that hour of the night. Well, hopefully the kids are fed... in bed... while visions of suger plums dance in their heads.
     
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    Don’t get me wrong I can read and when the sign clearly says no touching the dancers, I don’t touch the dancers no matter what time it is (lol)
     
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