Education is Preparation:
As children what are we doing? Are we preparing
for our future by not paying attention in school, and
not doing our homework?
Well yes in actuality we are. We're preparing to
be homeless in our future, definitely uneducated in
our future. We're preparing to be all the things we
despise, eating food that's been first eaten by flies.
Education is what makes our future great,
non participation would be your biggest mistake.
Failing a few tests is not as bad as it seems, but
failing at life could end all your dreams.
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Please read till the end it's not a racist poem it's a comment on how we as blacks accept being belittled by our own but won't accept it by other races and cultures.
Still a Nigga
I was freed from slavery but I'm still a nigga.
I fought for equal rights but I'm still a nigga.
I can't walk through the vanilla fields without being called out my name, does the color of my skin mean I should be defamed?
Got college educated and thought I would be excepted, went for a job I'm still a nigga, rejected.
Walked through a white neighborhood in my Armani suit the cops still stopped me paid no attention to the store getting robbed by Little Joey & Tommy. Asked for I.D they can see I had major figures. I must have passed the sign that said "Keep Out The Niggas". Called out my name so much, I'm forgetting who I am. It's such a big part of me I now answer with a smile when my boys say
What's up my nigga.
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Time
The first five years of my child's life is over now I don't have time to go back in time and make up that time. Time that I should have spent reading to my kid work and think about myself is all I did. Now he's big and I don't have time. Time to take my kid to little league baseball plus he likes to draw I didn't take the time to buy paper so now he writes on walls. I don't
have time to do father& son stuff like go fishing, I'm never around cause when I am my woman is always bitching We never sit down and talk because I don't have time, so he talked to his friends and started doing crime. I found out and wanted to take him to counseling but I don't have time, now he's locked up doing time and now I'm out of time
because I didn't spend time.
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Mother Dear
Where would I be without my mother dear? See those guys on the corner smoking blunts? Maybe over there. Couldn't imagine at all growing up without my mom. Stamped on my forehead push for self-destruct I'd be a waking time bomb.
Where would I be without my mother dear? Maybe drunk somewhere, all started off when my so-called best friend said take a swig of this here. Now he's not here, dead, drunk driving, there's no surviving. Glad my mom kept me in the house like I was hiding. Protected, keep in mind only Jesus resurrected so why you so mad you were protected. Oh, maybe you just mad when the car crashed you weren't there. You better clap your hands and stomp your feet, if you've got a mother like my mother dear.
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Are you the one for me
Are you the one for me, when I'm down and feeling lonely. The one who has the key to my heart will be my one & only. Could you possibly be the one that God has sent to me? I've searched my life for you, which seems like eternity.
Are you the one for me, oh let my dreams be true, sweet words roll off your lips and say that I love you.
Are you the one for me, no need to answer right away? Patiently I'll wait for you till my dying day. And if you answer yes, with me you'll always be. I know you heard it all before but,
Are you the one for me?
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A poem dedicated to my wife Cheryl
Over & Over
There's been a problem I've been noticing lately, it started off when I first asked you to date me. Now that you're a part of my life, I can't describe the thing that makes me, me. I've asked around trying to find out what's wrong, what's going on, and why my heart and my mind play the same old song. It's like a dream you have every night for the rest of your life, been to the doctor but he didn't know the answers to my plight.
Repetitious thinking, repetitious heart beating, in the middle of the night the sweat on my foreheads beading. I can't help myself I don't know what to do, over and over, all I do is fall in love with you!
