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Spoken Word

surfboard

surfboard
don’t do it

i’m riding this wave

i won’t misbehave

i might even shave

i promise

i’ll keep it rough

and keep it to myself

be in my lane

stay on the left

i promise

just leave the light off

i’ll read in the dark

don’t leave the toys out

i’m making my mark

i won’t be lonely by doing this wholely

and solely alone

don’t try to control me me

i’m making this art

painting portraits of greatness

with words from the heart

making prophecy profit

setting it apart

from the rest of vision

killin from the start

i promise

the devil is a lie

don’t be that guy

don’t kill my vibe

black twitter

#hashtagicide
#hashtagicide

why it gotta be like that

two snaps with no flash

one bad hair day

a nigga been memed

i be the shame of your

side job as a side ho

i be the bastion of hoteps

when my beard come in grey

with the sun behind me

and a phd in black consciousness

i be the laugh of why

your s don’t fully curl

your smedium dont gotcha covered

your saucy black ex with an ugly white girl

your legs look weak under that torso

i wanna stay out the hashtagicidal wars

of double tap whores

and repost that shit

at the same time

tap it in

all in the hips
all in the hips

we bums

bumpkins and bosses

sittin flawlessly flossless

at a bus stop

with backpacks and

napsacks

knowing nobody

is on the other end of that call

conversing with casperatic cool points

folk out here smokin two joints

like they gonna smoke the two boys

in blue across the lot

but too hard to take a selfie

where the lighting is good

take a pic my negus

and don’t beg us for attention

keep your self love retention at maximum

don’t ask for none

bask in some

grasp the sun

you’ll find you’re always good enough

face fuzz

grow it and show it
grow it and show it

face fuzz in the a.m.

face fuzz in the eve

face fuzz on fleek

wild

raw

full time chin sleeve

face fuzz

turns cute to handsome

lame to lustworthy

have not

to have some

face fuzz

volunteers a loner for conversation

makes a growing man grown

guarantees flirtation

face fuzz

the passport to halls of glory

banner of manhood

telling its own story

can i kick it

ATCQ
ATCQ

can i kick it

like bambaataa on cassette

krazy legz on cardboard

shell top adidas

like five foot assassin

watching the window

between hippin

and hoppin

like a dungeon

hot

with thirty emcees

sweatin blood

for the love of cadillac musik

and live

orientation
orientation

stay black

that is

beyond ahead of the curve

the curve bender

the angle maker

steeply intrinsically literally

rooted in suns

hewn from earth

sibling to the wolf

to the air

to unknown

stay too intentional

to fit in round boxes

look awkward in uniforms that

don’t fit the form

unfit for a god

while becoming who you are

stay free

to love

to build

free as a function

reflective of rivers

at the center of humanity

teeming with more life than oceans

and live

that is

stay live

be lit

keep it trill

and soulshining in a garden of

bad substitutes

my negus

and live

chocolate addict

fiend
fiend

i can’t get past your aesthetic

hope you don’t mind

i got married for

the lifetime supply of chocolate

you just

overflow with loveliness

quencher of this manhood

attracted to the cocoa

dripping just south

from the center of your soul

eatables

PBNJ
PBNJ

i hate a late breakfast

and i don’t like brunch

but i sure do like

dinner for lunch

a juicy porterhouse

with red potatoes at noon

blackberry merlot

six hours too soon

i like creamy peanut butter

with strawberry preserves

at two in the morning

just to balance my nerves

whole wheat bread

for the love of texture

food made and eaten

in the seat of my affections

trill

artesian
artesian

she could cuss you clean

and get god to move

a mountain

a bullet

a meth lab

too

did things

quick to get other folk killed

she never played a part

always fit the bill

sunrise in the bittermost winter

upon behest

warm and penetrating

just like her request

wind and hail subside

for the kids to go to school

she was real

she was true

she wrote the damn rules

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