coming of age, back in da day bars

i wrote these bars many years ago in my late teens, i post these as they signify a turning point in my writing. words in the bar started to rhyme and my flow, metaphors and similes became more advanced. i reached a new plateau and this became the staccato style that i have to this day. so peeps enjoy.

styles more iller than chinese water torture

so it's no wonder

that Hip-Hop's 

got my mind in headlocks

forcing me to duss out deadstocks

it's my basic instinct that's making me kill emcees with ice-picks

psykoe down for whatever

despite the weather

i forever blow hot like pepper

casualties of war see 

broken pencils, rusty microphones and torn up paper

when this brer spits scriptures
pin ya like verbal acupuncture
touch in all your pressure points

and bend joints backwards

crumple zones get tested 

insane so my brains arrested

call me a rap insomniac who raps my dreams

so you can picture me on screens

who be

this xenobiotic soldier

emcee murderer

biggie smalls done warned ya

i keep it on the sinister

this hip-hop prime minister

be diminishing the weak

roll the streets like a radic on the beat

ya futures bleak

t.l.c check for me cos they love the way i creep.

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i, the black man

after much inner deliberation, i have decided to make this poem my first post it is a poem i wrote after completing an essay on race and gender specifically the black  male. now i do not assume to speak for ALL black men, however, what i write or wrote may resonate with a few. without any more long talk see below:

i, the black man.

i, the Black Man, represents oppressor and oppressed

at the same time,

unable to hide

not heard or seen (at times)

the ultimate cool

an object of fear

a lone figure on a background of white

men, am I a minority, am I angry?

hell yeah...hell no!

a phenomenon

a shepherd and a sheep

enter dialogue with me and see

what I'm feeling, feel what I’m seeing

being a Black Man is not all that I am.

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