lucresten can tell what you really want - Nov 04 add/view comments (0)

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I WILL BE CLOSING THIS PAGE SOON. It just adds nothing to my life. Recently I've communicated with some really cool people on here...but I've also come across some jokers, liars, posers, and basically people I don't want to be affiliated with. it was fun while it lasted. Enjoy the poetry until doomsday lol.


"Just be Real"



seems like the latest thang is to be what they call "real" to want somebody about the "real deal" HE`LL say, SHE`LL say - "just be real" it`s our newfound thrill



so he`ll say, she`ll say -

"are you sure thats what you want from me? to lay down all my fronts and be real today? strip down to my naked spirit...no makeup, no jewelry

no fancy clothes or fast cars to be me...natural and free?"



from HIS mouth the words flow -

"you sure you want a nigga to let it all go? what if behind my tight waves, braids or killa fade nothings there but empty space...and if under all the bling bling, fly gear and shiny cars my soul ain`t worth half a cent..if my GOD-given riches are already squandered and spent? you say you heard that I got the good wood right? but have you thought about where it is each and every night..not just if it can do you right, have you losin ya sight from pure delight...but if maybe I`ll give you a gift that`ll have you losing ya life. Or how I might have unnurtured seeds...living in a world full of strife..while I got the tight game, nice fade, sexy face...the good d!ck, fast cars, living the life of a star. Now tell me how you feel, still want me to be real?"



the pretty girl, in her pretty world, smiles and she states -

"pa you want me to be real like that chick J-Lo? well what if I`m a stripper, or maybe a ho? i may be that chick who`ll stick you for ya dough thinking of ways to make my own pile grow..? you wanna take a look at the life I lived? take a glance at the family portrait, tell me what you see do you see a strong black man, the head of his fam?...

or a man without love, who made me promise not to tell how he touched and hurt me, while his manhood would swell and what about the beautiful queen, a goddess from a dream

she couldn`t be a cowardly woman, know as "crack fiend". yeah you looking at my hips, my breasts, my lips but did you stop to think if a child may have passed through these hips.. nursed on these breasts, been kissed by these lips...what about the scars under all this MAC..or the length of my hair under all these tracks? how bout it playa...can you handle that?"



can you handle that -

`cause what your eyes might behold may not be silver and gold, might be a mirage, a facade, a fraud, just a con might wake up one day and find ya soul gone and why? why are you bout to cry,give up and die...take a bite of the devil`s pie - cause you thought it was real....





I DECIDED TO PUT ANOTHER ONE UP HERE. THIS IS A NEW ONE...HOPE YA`LL LIKE IT...



At the sound of your vocal inflection

The sun begins to tease my complexion

And my body wants to form in genuflection,

To show praise to such perfection.

Your stare causes my mind to initiate convection,

Feeling as if I m under some desirable inspection.

Waiting for you to walk in my direction,

Hoping to distort your perception,

Qualifying me for an exception

In this world of lies & deception.

Craving a taste of your confection,

Even if it leads to mental infection.

From the very beginning of the conception

I ll latch on to that vital section

And use it for my protection;

For the potential in this connection

Defies all previous projection.

So while you make your selection

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