Tupac was an extraordinary figure and his obsession with death,
with god, Somebody help me tell me where to go from here cause even
thugs cry but do the lord care, he was hollering, shouting, begging
for intervention. Even as he rushed toward the grave he was begging
for somebody to put the brakes on him. I feel his own recklessness,
his own genius, his own embrace of the abyss even as he saw to
elevate those cought in its ugly grasp makes him the defining
figure of his generation. His self destruction and his love and
hope for black people define an ambiguity that is charastic of his
genius and that makes him the prefect symbol of a divided soul of
his generation
Dr. Michael Eric Dyson
I walk with my
head up, standing straight and proudly Side to side is the movement
of my lower body My stride is not paced or predetermined More like
I'm displaying my swagger to everyone to witness Greeting strangers
with direct eye contact And a smile that warms those who catch a
glimpse Some are curious to my obvious confidence Others are
intrigued by the attention of my presence Always stepping out put
together from head to toe Never am I flashy but always bold I make
my way as if I'm on center stage Demanding acknowledgment from
everyone with in range I don't pretend as if I'm perfection
Confidence keeps my flaws from being so evident Never claiming to
be the baddest women out there But I believe my beauty surpasses
those with there nose in the air My refusal to submit to society's
image of beauty Empowers me, fuels me No Barbie doll replica will
ever shame me Model type females won't cause me insecurity So go
ahead and hate on me Be disgusted by my incredibly thick shape and
body Despise me for my confidence Each time you spit cruelty it
will be rejected and ignored My victory is won each instance you
and your man are sharing space As soon as I enter his attention
switches from you to me and I'm his desired taste Then I walk by,
switching my %#&@$! flaunting When I look back, his mouth is
open and Ur grip on him becomes frozen Please rest easy your man is
not what I'm prowling for I just wanted to prove its me that he
will always secretly long for..
Not much to say about me.. I love to
write so I thought id share a few of my poems with you.. hope you
like
I close my eyes eager to block out images
Hoping the darkness will offer a moment of nothingness I shake my
head repeatedly from side to side Trying to loosen memories etched
in my mind Removed all visuals placed them out of sight Forgetting
the clearest image of him will never be far from my eyes Deleted
exchanged words between us via our phones Compelled to keep one
displaying.. I miss you momma Two years tangled in confusing webs
of uncertainty spun from sexual desire Sacrificed personal needs to
experience his ability to take me higher Reality has become my
enemy even though I was warned Hopeful the day would come when he
and I would stand together as one Disillusions of us consumed and
plagued my mind Believing I could acquire him if I kept up the
fight Never was I ignorant to the truth that underlined In the end
I was consumed with a love that was all in my mind.
