Unfinished

i want to write this poem about opportunity, opportunity missed that is
see i was kinda dealing with this miss
who had it all, brains beauty and a tender kiss
but circumstance always kept us from being together
but in the back of my mind i knew that she was better
than anyone else i ever dealt with
and our vibe was so strong that the world could feel it
but circumstance always kept us apart...
she is the love i never got to experience
the truth i never got to grasp
the touch i never got to hold
she is the world i never got to explore...
i know she would have given me the type of love people don't believe in anymore
but i was too late...

This poem isn't finished and I will probably never finish it, it was just too hard to write but I wanted to put it up to see what you think....Love's crazy..crazy...crazy....

Words I Cannot Say

There are often a million things I want to say but cant
So with tight lips and an immobile tongue my words remain a prisoner of my mind
Those words that will start some things and cause some trouble
You know the big F you to your father for never really being there but always having something to say when you have a bad grade
Or the bigger F you to your mother for letting it happen
For treating it as if it were cool
Yet again...words I cannot say
So my words, phrases, sentences, statements, and paragraphs sit as prisoners inside my mouth
With my teeth serving as the bars
Yearning to get out...
These are the words I cannot say
The words that will start some trouble and cause some things
Like standing on Capitol Hill and screaming you're all crooks
And despite the harsh stares and dirty looks
I will scream it at the top of my lungs because it needs to be said
But of course these words would probably get me killed
So I cannot say them..
I would love to sing freedom songs
Songs about how we have overcome the struggle
But have we?
We got a black man in office but that is far from enough
The illegitimacy rate is 87%
Chicago still only graduates 1 out of every 2 black men from high school
New York, 1 out of every 4
13% of the population
90% of the jails
The words I cannot say sit inside my mind as a prisoner to themselves
There is so much I want to say
So much I gotta say
So much I need to say
My thoughts are as loud as ever
But my voice is silent
Because some things are better left unsaid
For now my words remain trapped in my mind
A prisoner in my mouth
Behind an immobile tongue
With my teeth as the bars....

Untitled

I think its important to know when love isn't worth it
The love that hits you
Makes you cry
And everyday brings tears to your eyes just isn't worth it...
We all know how beautiful love can be but we never talk about the dark side of love
The side that hurts you
The side that leaves you mindless and spineless
Unable and Unwilling to stand up to your oppressor..
Your love oppressor
The one who hits you in the name of love
Tears you down in the name of love
And steps on you in the name of love
This is the love you should avoid or escape if you're trapped in it...
Love doesn't kill, it brings life
And when love is done right,
you love for life...
Don't be a victim of that oppression love
Aggression love
The black eye that leaves you regretting love..
When the pain outweighs the pleasure maybe the love isn't worth it
When you live in fear of the one you love maybe it isn't worth
Love doesn't bring death, it brings life
and when love is done right you can love for life
So search your heart
Search your love
And if need be pray to the man above
for clarity....
Real love won't hurt and won't leave..
So remember, Love doesn't bring death, it brings life
And when love is done right you will love for life....

HOPE

The dark cloud of oppression looms over the sky
The black cloud looms over life...yes, life
Not a city, not a state, not a country but life...
Everyday seems worse than the one before
You're lost and have no hope...
Joy isn't in your vocabulary
Just hate and disgust,
Hate and disgust at the way things were, the way they are, and the way they will be..
So you are now at the point where you wonder if you should give up on life or keep fighting,
What reason do you have to continue this struggle?
Why do you keep fighting a war you can't win?
What is your motivation?
What is it that wakes you up in the morning?
Where is your passion?
What keeps you going in this miserable existence?
Its hope!
Hope is what wakes you up in the morning
Hope gets you out of the bed every morning and has you pressing forward when the world is trying to hold you back...
It is hope that keeps you going
The hope that one day things will be better
That one day things will change
That one day you will make it out of this life,
So if things seem down do not worry because hope keeps you believing that that joy will come in the morning!