Vernacular

They say great minds think alike
Well I wanna know who thinks like me

Who doesn’t think my vernacular is just slang

And my brain half mass

I mean half dead

Some people see me

And can’t look past the color of my skin

Don’t see that I’m smart

Just that I’m black

And my hair got naps

So I get fed up and

I – I apologize Mas ’a

Oh Lordy, Lordy I’ll never do it again.

Please no more whips from your snide tongue

Because your vernacular

Isn’t as good

As you pretend it to be

Some old white people think they’re better than me

I believe in equality

Freedom!

The same my people and some of yours fought for

Without that

We wouldn’t be where we are today

You judge me

And somehow my dark skin

Equates with an empty head

My head’s too light,

Label me airhead
Matter of fact,

Sacred

And after death,

Beloved

Taste the sweetness of my work

Ambrosia

Label me a genius
Taste the personality of me

And label me a mystery

But don’t brandish me

Like I was one of your slaves in the past

Definition of Insane

Definition of Insane

See,
You broke my heart

And now I am forever chasing the images of you in other people

Your smile in Jay

Your eyes in troy

Your warmth in Ryan

And your unavailability in all of them

It seems like every guy I manage to end up with

They’re compared to the image of you in my mind

And though I can no longer see your face in them

I still know that they could never match you

Or cut through

The expectations you

Have built in my mind

And though I try to construe

Of this, I yet again pursue

Another you

My plans just fall through

Because I don’t know how to

Make do, and like a fool who loves pain

I get another tattoo

To hide my shame

And I continuously complain

About the experiments I have made

Over and over again

But the results are always the same

Einstein was right

I must be crazy

Searching fr you in another human being

Accepting the same treatment

And expecting different meanings

He yells at because he doesn’t know how to express himself

And lies to me cause he’s been hurt before

Again and again

I chase these ballers, shot callers, and sweet boys

And their hearts always end up broken

Because every day that I’m with them

Every night I am forced to remember

That they are not you

That they could never be you

 

I conduct the same science experiments every time

And rack my brain

When my data table is full of the same crap

The same results

And I continuously look for a change,

But then I realize

I am the definition
Of insane

Greatful Hateful

You came into my life

At a terrible time

When everything was awry.

But somehow,

You turned the worst week

Into the best weekend

I’ve had in a very long time

When you showed me

Who you really were

I was surprised to see

You were a diamond in the rough.

That you were like me

You held your values

Like you held a snarky remark

At the tip of your tongue.

But deep down inside

You scare me

Cause when you’re not here

I miss you just a little bit.

And when you are here

I give you all my attention

But maybe that’s where I went wrong.

You had me wide open

And anything could’ve happened

And everything did.

You treated me like I didn’t matter

Played with me like an old video

That,

At the first sign of difficulty

You threw the controller

And walked the other way

Because there were other games

That you could play on your other game systems

You played me like I was your PS3

I said I would never take you for granted

But as I said those words

I ignored the signs that

You were already taking me for granted

Taking advantage

Of my smiles

And bussing them open

So they displayed what you wanted

So your words were hammered into my mouth

So my joy was only a reflection of your own

I was forever grateful to you

Because you made my life easier

The hard times, softer

But now forever’s time is up

And this gratefulness

Has turned into eternal

Hatefulness.

Recognize

Switch off the lights

And reach into the darkness

Recognize the lies you’ve been telling yourself

For so long

Recognize the lines

That divide

The top from the bottom

The start from the finish

The me … from you

Recognize there is more to life

Than the material

Than the money you continuously spend

To impress people you can’t stand.

People who don’t even matter.

We should recognize the signs

That we are no longer living our own lives

But struggling under the conformity

Of society.

This society.

Unintentionally but underminingly

They keep undermining me

But at the same the same time surprising me

At how precisely

They keep hitting their targets:

The minds of our children

And all the while we sit back

And let it happen.

We sit here and wonder

Where we went wrong inside their lives

Not knowing that when your son

Started sagging his pants

And spewing out the garbage

The media has shoved down his throat

And into his digestive tract

At the tender age of eight

That he would not excrete the waste

                                                             In 2-5 days, like he just ate a piece of steak

And it wouldn’t leave his system

Within a month

Like that one time

Your mama caught you smoking

Weed in the back yard.

But it would seep into his brain

And change the way he thinks.

Change the way he walks

The way he talks

Until the kid that is now staring,

Standing in front of you

Is no longer the son you had given birth to.

Don’t be a piece of paper

That society has lain on top of you

And written everything they want you to be

And imprinted it into you

Recognize that you are not

A carbon copy

That you’re an individual

That you are special.

That you were born an original

Please don’t die a duplicate