Monday, April 26, 2010

G-Shock

I write poems
On cumbersome trains
Sat between
Ailed divas
In now or later
Flavored spandex
And ugg boots
Lying ass niggas
In true religion jeans
That don't believe
In GOD enough
To respect
The strong women
They leave standing
Gripping germ infested poles
Their will
Their cane
To hold them up
I listen to
Our young female future
As she explains
Sexual innuendos
That were theories
Two days ago
Yesterday's facts
Her metrocard
Not even green and white yet
Yet she describes
Sucking dicks
Though exchanging the word
For lollipop
With HIS in front
Not too blunt
But the story
Has the same affect
This middle school whore
Keeps going
I'm praying
Not for her
But for this train
To quicken its pace
Someone please
Retrieve your young
From the clutches
Of negligent daycares
And parental non-communications
For I have seen
Many women
Dimmed
From their GOD promised
Florescence
Due to relationships
Built on faulty foundations
But I can't
Save her
I only wish
That she learns
Her lesson
From the hands
Of time
When the clock strikes
And bruises
Her beautiful and
What seems ageless skin
Will these days
Leave scars
Remnant of absentee fathers
And nonchalant mothers?
Huh time?
Do you fucking hear me?



1 comment:

courtney said...

WOW! this is dope!
its really is troublesome to see what's becoming of the youth. people need to re-evaluate the respect they have for themselves and the influences they make on others. this generation of young whores needs to end