Black Mistory in Rhythmic Prose: Life is...

Black Mistory in Rhythmic Prose: Life is...: "I get tired of hearing from others that life is this and that, just what they hear from their mothers, and haven't experienced yet. Know ..."

Good Man

When a man is considered "good", funny how differently this is understood, we'd be or have one , if we could. To a man he is "good" if he works everyday and takes care of his responsibilities, has nothing to do with how he reacts, emotionally, but it's not the same for a woman, you see "good" means it all, including... personality.

 

Thank goodness we are no longer subjected to, arranged marriages, we get to choose. Unfortunately, often we, make our choices irresponsibly, and lose. Get stuck on what we see, loves not enough, it's attraction we need, even if it hurts financially.

 

 Ironically, if your mind is on the money, where it needs to be, you're a gold digging Bitch, how funny. Expectedly, you're supposed to follow your heart where ever it leads, give it a year or three, and you're still taking care of your honey, love the bills don't pay they say, you'll wish you took the one with the money!

 

Tallness, physical prowness, broad chest, trim waist, handsome face, is the first taste, even if sex is all you bring to the plate, gotta have pretty babies, good taste.if you have less than that, it's a long race, now if you are deep and intelligent you might keep pace, if you have deep pockets [and] sex great, to t...he rest I must state, if you're ugly and broke, [or] short on your stroke, you'll have no mate!

 

 Why is a "good" man often a lame man, follows the crowd, easy to tame and, takes no stand? Works faithfully, always gives, never takes you see, but has no personality, everyone's man but He, blows with the breeze. When off pops the drama, he runs to his momma. A woman wants security, a soldier in the face of the enemy, not a momma's baby!

 

Ain't that it, take years to build a family, but who with? What you pick is what you get, in 5 years, will he be complacent, running the streets and whore chasing, bragging bout the money "you're" making, in ten will he blend in or be dream chasing, where is he at on the kid raising, 20 years in, it's time to come ...in, head is bald, get it up and it falls, says thanks baby for waiting.

 

 Let me tell u about "Skinman", by all accounts he was a "good" man. Worked jobs, 2 or 3 to raise his family, and he ruled the roost with an iron hand. If he you were with, best learn to submit, or you'd soon find out he was not playin'. When he came home at night, things better be right or be sure the shit would hit t...he fan and all those in sight got whoopin' that bite, even the one he was wifin'. Such a "good" man.

 

A woman will take on huge weight, to be in the married state, sometimes for years they will wait, till he eats all his oats off the plate. Then when he's no longer hot, she smiles and says " look what I got", from this point of view, it's not a lot!

 

 Good men, where did you go wrong? you do everything right, she still says you're wrong. Not enough to provide a good home, keeps fussing at you, hard to get along. Wake up one day and she's gone, goods not enough to keep love going, how much affection are you showing, what kind of seeds are you sowing, or you stagnant or still growing? Best be knowing!

 

Okay good men where yall at? Looked n the restaurants, all were too fat, Clubs? don't want none of that, & you church boys have a lame mindset. Moving too fast out on the jet set, hanging in the studio? no bet! Don't want to get hustled, don't like that, can I really trust if in the courthouse we met. What bout on the internet? The pic looks good, but for real, who's that? Not giving up yet, just tell me, where yall at?

 

Ladies, let me say this, a good man is nothing to play with, if you're a good woman, you'll stay his, he'll be good to you and your kids, just don't bitch, expect no kiss, but also no diss, it something you won't miss, not on the list. You want romance or a good man? close your eyes, make a wish.

 

 

Life is...

I get tired of hearing from others that life is this and that, just what they hear from their mothers, and haven't experienced yet. Know what to expect from lovers, don't take every lie for fact, depend on yourself, not on others, and life will stay intact.

 

 No one can tell you what life is about, only about themselves can they spout, experience life in your own way, anything else is simply hearsay. Be forever grateful, for every success and mistake tho, experience and time, you will make pro, becoming the person we all know.

 

As you live you learn to discern right form wrong, don't take long, you get burned and turn, don't belong, be concerned till courts adjourned, sing your song, on earth sojourned.

 

 Live your life right or get left with poor health. Find success with insight not stealth to gain your wealth. Let your light shine bright, do not else, try with all your might, be yourself.

 

 Don't believe the lie, there is plenty of time, till you decide to die, and you can do it, not just try, illuminate with no t i, it's real not sci-fi, a mutiny, run, it's Captain Bligh, no worries, they sell, you still fly high.

 

 That's right it's a lucid prison, life and death an conscious decision, what goes down, has one day risen, duals not two, it really is one, Christ and Satan, both are his son.

 

Symone

Mind so sharp, dreads so long, it's my girl, I call Symone, she's so strong!  A real go getter, a self starter, but be careful man, she's still my daughter, don't know how or when you caught her,  treat her right, you know you oughta. Can you handle a women in blossom,  many have tried, her character stopped them,  an open mind, a body that drops them,  that's my Symone, she keep things poppin'.

Symone thinks so free,  whatever she wants to be, even Lakshimi,  the Goddess of prosperity,  cannot flee, you see,  Symone  has the energy to let it be.  Never enslaved by religion she used her own mind and made a decision,  I'm glad she never knew that prison,  her star has risen,  it's her mission, you'll find only love, no hate in her kitchen.

Let me school you though, Symone is a virgo, and as you may know,  they like to know how things go, not into control,  can't handle lies,  will run to your selfish cry's, as time goes by, don't pretend, Symone will be faithful, a friend to the end, if you let her in. Her temperaments mild, not wild, so don't crowd, and I'm proud to shout it loud,  Symone is never alone, she's my child!

Practice what you eat!

From Scorpio to Saggitarian, man should be vegetarian, no dominance but egalitarian, you say you're humanitarian, dead flesh inside you're carrying, won't make utilitarian.

Who decided which animals we would eat and which would be slaves or pets? How can a man go to prison for fighting dogs, but get rich from running them to death, or protect animals near extinction, but mass produce cows & chickens just to kill? WTF IS WRONG WITH US????? Who decided this is the way we would live?

You are what you eat, it's no fun becoming meat, when the body is under the axe, internal chemicals react, and attack, in the flesh is where it sats, when you eat meat you're getting that. Energy born of abuse becomes your boost juice, and shows in what you do too.

I'm not trying to advocate, changing beliefs, too late, Just trying to state, the truth about what you ate, and how it's not innate, to be beastlies and eat flesh of our own species, not men, yet still animal, at some level makes us cannibals, especially when we don't have to, vegetables will do.

You must admit . the weather, it's, been a bit out of wits. Extremely hot when hot is not the expected lot, and while in the sun you swelt, glaciers melt, islands gone where life once dwelt, and hurricane's, so often now, getting low on names. Earthquakes that shake, a nation still waits, not quite the same. Not separate incidents, each cause is so evident, it's climate change.

Okay I know what you're saying, how does eating meat affect climate change? strange, but it's not car's ship's or planes, that make the most methane, gases from livestock mange and grunge from the range, which coincidentally changed, trees into pasture became, no protection from heavy rain , black carbon covered the plain, for the sake of 250 burgers per acre, earth shaker, hear what I'm saying?

Now just supposing, an explosion caused soil erosion, where's the wild life to go then, as their whole world is stolen. To the man they're beholden, there they go run into extinction, don't need no gun, take the land and they will starve son. Just for your sake, is your 2 inch steak done?

When you heard about oil spills you knew it was wrong, but didn't you know about the dead zones, where pollution is wide spread, the fish are all dead, because of waste from the cows, and the grass they're fed. Not to minimize the use of pesticides and chemicals to fertilize, stop trying to justify, it's just as wrong!

Put yourself in my place, I'm a cow about to become a steak, I contemplate as I stand in the gate and wait for my fate, why me does God hate? Why was I born to be ate? It's okay, I'll get my revenge another way, every muscle throbs with hate, by the time I'm dead it's too late, think of that when I'm on your plate!

Funny how we interpret things, how herbs will be your meat, turned to eating muscle strings. How hunting nuts and berry's became a load to carry, now saved for ice cream toppings and juice, while meat is mass produced, how obtuse, line up, there's the hoop, convinced grains are substitutes, lost from the truth.

One more thought if you please, animals cause human disease, filth in the factories are all, the reasons for mass recalls. Mad cows, cloned sheep, and pigs that have flu, examples of want can happen to you, through your food. Now you need immunizations, stick out your arm, now you're a patient, live viruses taking, autism making, see what you're facing.

White Girl

White girl, cause my eyes ain't blue,
don't mean I can't read you. 
I know just what you're trying to do, 
can't say I blame you.
You know that black contains all life, 
an ailment of no melanin has made you white, it's alright.
The way is open to end your plight,  
stay thick and you just might,
find a brother to lay tonight.

Thin lips, pink skin, small feet, 
I couldn't begin to compete.
Fat calfs, high voice, straight hair, 
I don't want to compare. 
You're the model of beauty, so we are told,
come again, I'm not sold. 
Could it be you're not playing fair,
Perhaps the media puts you there, 
about your  looks, no less could I care,
There is a difference, so stare!
My skin is dark, yours is fair.

 

Girl Types

Girls, sit down, I know your plight,

you come in all flavors from black to bright.

But just how white do you have to be to be right?

 Take care, of your natural hair, don’t despair,

It’s not the artificial things you wear, that keeps him there.

I know your type,  choosing wrong, never right, it’s alright,

Keep sleeping with men and one just might…..keep you,

But be schooled, it’s true, you’re the fool, nothing new….

Got one baby daddy, why not two, 

When you go to court, for child support, be sure,

You’ll get more,  if the choice is one, not three or four.

Play the cards in the hand you’re dealt, to get love,

but to give love, you must love yourself.

A Love Poem

A love poem from the heart is what I want to share,

I’ll tell the world I love you, as if the world would care.

I’ll hold your hand in public, I’ll ignore the crooked stares,

And anytime you need me, You’ll find that I’m right there.

Without you I can’t do it, It’s more than I can bear,

Leaving is no option,  so try don’t even dare.

I’m incomplete without you, just half of one whole pair,

My love is like a rainbow, it’s with you everywhere.

There’s a problem in our community

There’s a problem in our community,

from it we have no immunity,

 our values have drifted astray, 

We seek money first then we pray.  

If we ain’t stealing his, we’re borrowing hers,

our stores are owned by foreigners.  

Call the coroner,  love is dead.

 It shriveled and died, like the hair on our heads .

 Bull shit is cheap, not like gold,

Young ignorance disrespects the wise and the old. 

So it goes, don’t you see,

There’s a problem in our community. 

Like Candy

I seek a sweet treat, flavor no matter, just sugar meat, don't need a platter, cool mint, the scent, ahh the chocolate, I love to have it, is it normal? I crave caramel.  Don't mean no harm yall, hard to stand it,  need it handy,  never planned it,  just love candy.  It's the truth, for kids tricks will do,  I need more for my sweet tooth.  much more crafty, long like taffy, that makes me happy, the beach? too sandy, just sandhi, me and my candy. , The cane and the lollipop, get props, can lick forever, non stop,  bubble gum, gimme some,  gummy bear,  where? Oh I smell candy in the air,  it's bliss,  I like it.