URBAN POEM TITLED “THE POWERFUL DEUX”

POEM TITLED “THE POWERFUL DEUX”

I AM NOT NEW TO MANY SCENES ROUTINES, REALITIES THE WORLDS OF CUT THROATS, HUSTLERS AND THE GENERALLY OBSCENE. I KEEP MY GAME PRISTINE. I MAKE MY PROPHECIES MANIFIEST LIKE CELESTINE. I MAKE MY DREAMS REALITY LIKE THAT RABBIT THAT WAS VELVETINE.

NEW GANGSTAS ROCK A SUIT AND A TIE; THEY LIKE TO LIE AND TAKE YOUR MONEY, YOUR HOME YA LIFE AND NEVER TELL YOU WHY. THEY BE SLICK AND SLY, THE KIND OF MEN AND WOMEN THAT WOULD SELL THEIR MAMA FOR A GRAND AND STRAIGHT LAUGH IN HER EYES.

THEY BE THE KIND OF PEOPLE THAT DON’T GIVE A DANM ABOUT THE POOR. BORN WITH A SILVER SPOON IN THEIR MOUTH ALL THEY’VE WANTED IS MORE. IN THEIR GENETIC SEED, LIES GREED KILLING ANYHTING PURE, CREATING A CANCEROUS HATE INSIDE NOBODY CAN CURE.

HUSTLER’S NOW DAYS VIE TO GET ALL YOU GOT. ALWAYS SOMETHING UP THEY SLEEVE. THEY CONIVE AND DECEIVE, MAKING YOU WANT TO BELIEVE THAT THEY ARE THE VICTIMS, THE BROKEN BUT THEY JUST INTELLIGENT THEIVES.

HONOR IS A DISH THAT THEY JUST CAN’T TASTE, THEY CHOKE ON IT’S FLAVOR TRYING TO SWALLOW IN HASTE FORGETTING ITS EASY TO SHOW YOUR ASS BUT PRIDE AND DIGNITY DENOTE CLASS AND TASTE.

MY DIGNITY IS NOT AN ANCHOR BUT A SHIELD AND A SWORD, BOTH HERE AND ABROAD, I KEEP IT CLOSE TO REMIND ME I DO MY JOB FOR MY JOB, NEVER LIVE FOR APPLAUSE, IT’S KIND OF ODD, HOW PEOPLE STRIVE TO BE DEIFIED IN THIS DAY AND AGE BUT YET, STILL REFUSE TO BELIEVE IN GOD.

FORGIVE ME. IT’S NOT MY PLACE TO PREACH. I’M BETTER AT DROPPING A SPELL, MIGHT AS WELL; HELP MY TRIBE WITH WHAT I KNOW SINCE ACCORDING TO MOST I’M DESTINED TO BURN IN HELL. SEE. I’VE BEEN DEIFIED AND DEMONIZED SINCE THE AGE OF TWENTY FIVE, I’VE ALREADY CRIED AND DIED, NOW I KEEP IT LIVE, WITH WISODM THAT RESSURECTED MY SPIRIT AND SOUL, SO NOW? I CHOOSE TO SURVIVE AND STAY ALIVE.

I AM NOT NEW TO MANY SCENES, ROUTINES, REALITIES THE WORLDS OF CUT THROATS, HUSTLERS AND THE GENERALLY OBSCENE. I KEEP MY GAME PRISTINE. I MAKE MY PROPHECIES MANIFIEST LIKE CELESTINE. I MAKE MY DREAMS REALITY LIKE THAT RABBIT THAT WAS VELVETINE. KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

I SEE MYSELF SECOND TO NONE. I’M EQUAL TO ANYONE, EVERYONE, EVERY MAN, WOMAN, DAUGHTER AND EVERY SON. BOUND BY ONE LOVE WE ARE ALL ONE PEOPLE, WHY IS SO HARD TO BE HUMANE THEN TO LIVE LIFE FOUL AND EVIL? WHY DO SOME BELIEVE KINDNESS IS A SYNONYM FOR THE MENTALLY FEEBLE?

THOUGH I TRY TO BE KIND, I TEND TO SPIT TRUTH OUT LIKE VENOM FROM A COBRA, I’M SERIOUS, I’M INCLINED TO GET PASSIONATE AND FURIOUS. LIKE SEKHMET, I POSSESS A SOLAR DISK ABOVE MY HEAD WRAPPED AND BLESSED WITH A UREAUS. I’M CURIOUS…

WHEN DID HATE STOP BEING A SOCIAL MALADY AND START BEING A COMMODITY? IT’S EASY TO CALL SOMEONE DIFFERENT THEN YOURSELF AN ODDITY, OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME, RIGHT? DRESSED TO THE NINES, LOOKING FINE IN PUMPS AND A DRESS, I MUST BE SICK IN THE HEAD RIGHT? I MEAN FUCK I GOTTA BE.

COMMENTS LIKE THOSE REALLY DON’T EVEN BOTHER ME. OKAY MAYBE IT DOES A LITTLE BUT IF ALL YOU CAN DO IS CLOWN CONCENTUAL SODOMY? IT’S MORE APPALLINGLY APPARENT, LIVING YOUR OWN LIFE IS WARE YOUR ATTENTION OUGHTTA BE.

LIKE JILL SCOTT SAY I’M A BE WHO I BE, SO YOU BE WHO YOU BE, I NEVER RUN FROM OPPOSITION AND I DON’T HAVE A GANG SO MY NAME IS NOT SCOOBY, I BE THE BARONESS , IF YOU GOING TO DO ME THEN DO ME, WHEN I PROTECT MY FAMILY? NO WAY YOU GETTING PAST ME, SO YOU GOTS TO GO THROUGH ME.

I AM NOT NEW TO MANY SCENES ROUTINES, REALITIES THE WORLDS OF CUT THROATS, HUSTLERS AND THE GENERALLY OBSCENE. I KEEP MY GAME PRISTINE. I MAKE MY PROPHECIES MANIFIEST LIKE CELESTINE. I MAKE MY DREAMS REALITY LIKE THAT RABBIT THAT WAS VELVETINE.