These poems originate from 2015 as well. Many of my early poems were all over the place in terms of subject matter and following a story line.
Below is the first poem, I ever performed!
Push
When life gives you lemons—
Scratch that!
Life can give you the lemonade
Be the unforgiving spade
Go faster than that Minute Maid
But what benefits does that give when the benefits have already been made?
You cheated?
You see, look:
People procrastinate and ostracize the elastic case
but how long we g’on aggravate this situation that festered into pandemic altercation.
I know the world can get so cold
Put on a hoodie and warm up like the sideline bench mate
Don’t hate if you ain’t always number one
Somebody g’on always be jealous and wanna push you some, then hit you son
You gotta wear pads
Toughen up, you better than glass, no shattered dreams, I know you class, it’s in your genes, so wear it on ya sleeve
Push
‘til the end
‘Til the chin is bleeding from within
I wanna feel that pain,
the bane of my existence
These unspoken thoughts I’ve mustered
started as a mustard seed
Done grew up into a huge big tree
I believe that when I will take this medication,
My Lawd, will I be saved again?
I understood where I stood wasn’t feminine,
but who is really that old-school?
My orange M&Ms, nostalgic friend?
Na, I get it. This world is so influential
We got wannabes thinkin’ they from the streets and she ‘on’t care about what’s in her jeans
Keep that shirt!
And yet, she wonders what she’s worth
I ain’t lowering the standard, just acting on the knowledge. But hey, the truth hurts
Push
‘til the end
‘Til the beveled life is fading thin
Yo, you ain’t on my level
I’m probably ya idol
Ain’t that why you don’t like me the intense denial?
Yeah
I won’t lie to ya. I feel the same
Feed my heart, my soul, but my mind— don’t chase!
You don’t know what to do with it
I see you think you’re on top of me
Toupe!
My fruits laid. I eat up but don’t get paid
For the dreams that lay on the pavement as they became reality
Neva look down on me
Imma rise, you’ll see
And when I’m on the top, don’t come and ask to see me
The Lion within the Gazelle
I’m lingering in a distant heaven;
thoughts on overload.
Sorry my overactive thoughts do not have a code.
Words breech ya, tough speechers, Imma young annihilator, yeah homie I’ll beat ya.
Let me take my time to understand ya.
Been doing this for a while, I ain’t even gotta keep up,
so save some.
My mind has not been tapped into, nah not a broken one.
You know I
have a mysterious glitch in me.
Maybe a complete identity,
a misunderstood ‘lil remedy,
a great gift that’s inside of me,
an uncharted realm I have yet to discover,
swimmin’ wit a cover
maskin’ the anomaly
that can change a whole century of a misguided generation
who will rise from within my entity . . .
The lion within the gazelle has spoken
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