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The Acquisition

2 Feb

Two of God’s angels got into a terrible fight,
when a husband broke his vows to his wife,
by laying with a mortal woman.

When his wife found the pictures,
of the two’s Dominican round de vou,
she ran out of the house in a heart broken rage.
Her anger caused her to crash their family car,
leaving her tragically on the verge of death.

With a heart pumping hard to keep her alive,
she accepted a Bohemian man’s help.
He was clever in the art of capitalizing on humanity’s failings.
When it was time to sell,
this devil rang their bells.

Together they created a market,
to sell the many split off parts of her broken heart.

The devil claimed he was miss understood.
He was simply a man who helped people cash in on dreams deferred.
Besides, he only received calls from tortured hearts that had been twisted out of form.

When her house of gold was finally sold,
she could no longer feel her cheating husband calling.
The anxiety and dread left her bed,
once and for all.

And, the banker quietly totaled his profits.

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Alone at Five

11 Apr

A Black man of heaven’s finest specimen, was sent to raise Boston’s consciousness.

She adored him, because his light never dimmed in the face of oppression.

But, she was left alone at five.
When toxics contaminated their hive.

The plan to catch the blood suckers was wrecked!

Like rain from the sky,
Ratty cried a year’s worth of tears.

For she lost a brother,
who pushed society’s boundaries,
further than any other.

He didn’t know his knowledge had been captured.
Fog clouded his vision.

An angel of the higest degree,
she heeded the call,
to save Homie G, from the greatest fall.

Determined to remind him, of the purpose for which he came.
The Earth busted his comatose with a song lyric.

Wake up, “my beloved,
Let’s get down to business!”

Confessions of a Rat Scruff

19 Feb

Has anyone else ever had a moment when they were reading a music article and then thought to themselves …wait, I dated both the music journalist who wrote this article and the Hip Hop MC who this article is about….does that make me a groupie?

Aww dear, The Beatles had “Apple Scruffs.”

I guess, it’s true..I’m a Rat Scruff.

I confess.

I’m a woman with her own sense of sexuality and I enjoyed sleeping with all of them, very much.

Sorry society, sorry I couldn’t be the submissive housewife.

Rebellion was just too fun!

I will devour the shiny apple of anyone who opens for NAS, Public Enemy or Wu Tang Clan.

And I take pride in having used my obsessive compulsive disorder to document catalogs of poems on these men.

I may be aĀ  lost one, but there is always a room open for me at The Morrison Hotel – a basementĀ  where they know the real me only needs a beer and a Bob Dylan CD to start flirting with some lonely mate.

Some will call it sin. I call it phoning home.

Hip Hop – you’re the love of my life.

 

 

The Man to Keep

29 Jan

“You don’t need to marry the rich man, or the successful man. If you’re a confident woman, you can have all that on your own. Marry the man who makesĀ  you feel most comfortable when sharing your own feelings.” – Ratty

Bangers and Mashed Potatoes

24 Dec

Lusciously smooth and creamy,
Eat ’em when they’re steamy.
Leveled with gravy,
To keep your hips heavy.

Some men are like,
Mashed Potatoes.

You always want more,
Although you should stay away.

But they’re too tasty, yo!

And you know,
You can find the finest recipe,
On O.Winfrey’s Holiday show.

Rebellious homies don’t respect the law,
But they will peel back your body’s inner struggles,
To mash up your desires like a homeless man,
Searching for a warm meal.

As butter runs down the side of a mashed potato sack,
It’s a slippery slope,
To stay away from these bad boys.

Because they’re tender and firm,
Fully blended and,
Just like mashed potatoes –
Their bangers are dope!

The Real Man

7 Nov

There is no amount of material wealth,
mansion or fancy sport car,
that can make up for the lack emitted from a tiny balled man who can’t feel his wife.

The bigger the heart, the deeper they can touch you.

And no real woman wants a man who’s only scratching the surface.

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