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 What's up Lady's of BP. Fellas, Sorry I am , PLease get the message clearly.   For the most part i am down to earth. I enjoy talking with those that actually have something to say. Any question that u have 4 me i will answer providing it's within reason. I am on here lookin for friends, a little intelligent conversation, an occasional joke, and just some good old fashion-networking. I enjoy many things. I am a music lover so all those musicians holla at me. POETRY IS MY MAN Poetry is my man Poetry pays my rent better than babyface Poetry takes his hands, gently touches every raised part of my face massages my temples. My poetry is confident and caring Smart enough 2 sometimes b simple Poetry plays conscious lyrics blows bass through brass Poetry braids my hair ties it 2 his armchair-revolutionaries beware Poetry walks me home late at night holds my hand and supplies me with a shoulder 2 cry on and on and on My poetry is sometimes long never short as haiku why u smiling? U know my poetry 2? He's got a little southern twang all through the light he likes 2 hang his coat in my closet or kick it in my backpack he sits with me on train rides inspires Kisses my body from head 2 toe when i am tired my poetry is black caramel cocoa khaki never lacks the Sensitivity 2 satisfy if he can Poetry throws rocks at my window teaches me the crescendo Poetry is my man My poetry never lies 2 me cause real poetry is simply truth Poetry doesn't send me flowers but always provides the root my baby, poetry, can breakdown political prison sentences into short paragraphs conjugate verbs through spoken words and yes, poetry even makes me laugh My poetry always comes home 2 me at night adjusts my pillows he brings the ooh ah oh and oom he combs caresses undresses my poetry's got game 4 days beat boxes heart-shapped halos over his head wears smooth bald heads neat fades and longdreads likes the way I chew mypen tops holds together my HIPS so we can create jazzclassicsoldiesbutgoodies&r ockandrollnewwavehousetechno-s low it down add his base Slowly create the HOP my poetry is a warrior holding black smoke in his lungs he exhales speaking in multiple tongues my poetry is bionic move mind blowing then cypress chronic created ebonics always been hooked on phonics My poetry is strategist yet sporadic Likes 2 make love to my canvas not just wait till the middle of the night so he can Tag it Poetry kills me softly with his song I'm his best friend instead of his dog Poetry takes over my notebook Street Knowledge college book stealing crook stimulating my black stylo unleashing African-Colored-American-Negro Okay well black muscular melanin drops of ink my poetry's %#&@$! don't stink HE IS REQUIRED READING! Just a little something 4 u spoken word heads! |
