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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

I'm Good

And in all actuality,
I’m good.
No more need to look to
the hood
for support—
don’t need it,
neva had it;
so you asses can lie
with your baby bastards and
do what u do.
I’m cool,
Like that smoothie
no one wants to taste,
Debatin’ about
whites is vegatarians so
we don’t relate,
You niggas mindsets is
So damn late…
Fuck you.
I do what I do;
No apologies,
no following He,
I got peoples that’s christian...
But that ain’t me,
Delivered me from that travesty,
But that’s still a mystery;
Ask Liza what the real be.
Fuck ya’ll.
I’m on 24th and Hamilton,
Still askin’ where the real men be??
And where are the ladies??
Because I done came across baby mama’s
And still got that same drama...
It’s 2am and no one answers the door.
Sometime u need a whore who is down for u.
I know now, I’ll probaly neva find that—
Especially on tha northside,
Because the way niggas ride is
Ultra-dirty!!
Even so called ladies will lift that skirt
so a possibility can see
their hurt;
Get involved and become
Kirt—
i—just want—to –love you—
fuck that—
dude I just wanna nut….
Get mines and get the
Fuck Up,
Because omaha is messy,
there is no such thing as a
native omaha lady...
So u niggas just lay, let be, make babies;
And keep sellin’ dope--
There is no hope,
So for her on that opposite side
Get a rope
And hang yourself on
Possibilities,
If all there was to be
Was what it was,
Fuck love
I’m good.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Not a Great Writer, But I Know Some…..

injustice,
insight,
inner-city,
in amerikkka.

out of time
out of energy
out of class
outdated.

Headaches from headstrong
strongholds
called home;
celebrate the day(s)
in August.

Mainstream streams
profile of professor
by police—
We are apparently
tired of the race card.
And drown.

A microcosm
of a macro-organism;
amerikkka surrounds
omaha.
Why does this
midwest
remind me of
Mississippi circa 1959?