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Hey - I am queenfrmqueens
I'm back --- Whats up to my black planet people
I'm still repping my Poetry corner and whatever comes to mind
I'm using this avenue to find new friends and not my husband so my
descriptives are few
- Originally born in Queens, New York. I have 2 kids 10 years apart.
I currently live in Jacksonville, Florida
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YOUR @ THA POETRY CORNER
PENNED BY KISS THESE LIPS
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I learned a lot from my mother, I learned how to cook and provide even if it meant sometimes putting my feelings aside
I learned how and how not to love a man
I learned when and when not to stand
I learned how to go and how to come
And I, I learned how to hold my tongue and still speak wisdom
I learned how to embrace his hands but never let them hurt me
I learned how to nuture his kids, I carried all three
I learned how to call on him and how to answer his pleas
So I know what to do to make this shiiit complete
I really dont understand why I cant make him see
I know that I am the best thing that ever happened to we
But without both us working on this we cant win
So why wont he let me love him?
Poetry ---- is like an - an -- addiction to me
I get a rush with every page that I touch
And I, I never thought this could happen to me
My stomach jitters like I got a crush
And I dont feel dirty or ashamed of me
And I am not afraid to show my drug of choice
With every parting word that comes out of me
My lips they, they become moist
And, and you dont have to bribe me to get it
Cause you can have it if you wit it
And sometimes I have get tongued tied
But I am not afraid to spit it
Well not no more
My man got me feeling like im a Poetry hore
"You dont even care about me anymore", he said you are always in the street
And with every word that flows out of your mouth - it sounds like you're spitting poetry
"What has happened to you", he said when I dont see you till morning sometimes I think that your dead
Honey please, please dont fear for u know I will always be here
I just have some of myself I want to share
This poetry shiiiiit makes me feel good
So please dont complain
Cause im not injecting drugs into my viens
Just knowledge and wisdom into their brains
Poetry is like an addiction to me
I get a rush with every page that I touch
And its with these same lips that utter to you - that I love you so very much
So when you are looking for me I am never far know that I am always near
Im just chillin' on Monroe Street at Boomstown - cause I got some poetry to share
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Written 11/29/09
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What I learned when he left me
What I learned when he left me
Is that I could could fuuck me better than he could fuuck me
I can even caress my own fuucking titties
Got that dick I bought from the store
Suctioned cupped to the back of my bedroom door
I can please myself - make myself bust for sure
Fuucking my ownself when I need it so nobody can call me a %#&@$!
Not trying to get it in the street
But behind my own closed door
Need I say more
What I learned when he left me
Is that a bill is a bill
If theres a way then theres a will
But if I cant pay it fuuck it, just chill
No sense in getting ill
Trying to pay a motherfuucking bill
What I learned when he left me
Is Bittcchhh if you dont love you
what the fuuck you expect a man to do
yeah he'll call you boo
and even sex you too
but will end up leaving your %#&@$! feeling sad and blue
You wont have a fuucking clue
Now you all fuucked up and dont know what to do
or where the fuuck you heading to
What I learned when he left me
Is that I can please me
Do only what I can do
And I better love me before I even fuucking try to love you
Wow...look what I learned when he left me
I tried my lyrical lisp with this poetry shiiiiit
just to see how far I would get
And 9 times out of 10 my thoughts are not captured with a pen
I say that shiiit in my mind over and over again
My metaphors may not be better than yours
they shouldnt be compared at all to me
Mines is about whats behind my closed doors
and not the skeletons -- buried under your -- wooden floors
Different levels, different degrees
Mines is about my hidden flaws and how many times I dropped my draws
Couldnt be any clearer for any blind man to see
Not designed for competition or spoken beef
A blueprint of my life, just me
Either about my crisis or self righteousness is what comes from thee
Ever wondered about this spoken word gift
I never asked for it either
And til it gets going like comedy, sports and singing
I wont get paid off it neither
Feautures are great but it doesnt pay the rent
or recoup the money for the outfit I just spent
Ever wondered why you do it
What keeps the fire lit
I do it cause I love it
Cant get enough of it
Liken by me as an addiction, loved by me more than any of my men
You explain it
If it aint no fuuuckn addiction
Then why am I up --- 4 in the morning ---- scrounging around looking for a fuuuckin pen
Why do I ---- keep saying the same words ---- over---- and ---- over again
Hoping not to forget the feeling ----- of the first time
Going crazy because I just forgot ----- that hot asss line
Help with easing the pain, thinking without it i'll go insane
I think everybody----- should use poetry---- to maintain
My unorthodox flow - I just dont know
Sometimes doesnt follow the rhymitic pattern
But my thoughts are my own
My insides shown
And I think thats all ----- that should really fuuckin matter
Always --- hoping --- that the audience loves it
And sees it for what it be
But sometimes my piece --- aint gonna to make sense -- to no one --- but me
Please dont get the wrong impression
Its just my ---- expression, my ---- Poetry
Cause long or short
rhyming or not
Got you feeling it, yelling and snapping your fingers
or still sitting in one spot
Whether its eye to eye
or you cant see
Its still ----my ---- fuuckin poetry
I'm - I'm never looking for just a fuuck cause thats not who I am
And I'm - I'm never looking for an instant relationship cause thats just not
part of the plan
And I - I hope that you -- understand that calling me ---- in the wee---- hours
of the morn that is to get some of this
Will be just as repititive as number 8 on my Jagged Edge CD you dig
Now once you taste this and I mean inside and out
From my delicious brain to my smart asss pusssy cause she cant close her
motherfuuckn mouth
But without a doubt its the full package thata keep you coming back
And from experience I know that that's a fact
But giving you my brain and pusssy with no exchange will eventually having
me feeling like a %#&@$!
And I know there's more shiit in store for me if I can only see that sharing is
for the sandbox and two year old kids
And a dick is not something you just throw in the air to see who catches it --
you dig
So until your free to see me and not worrying about if your old lady got her
motherfuuckn key
Afraid she gonna walk in on you and me
Cause your "I'm leaving her" but aint left yet is bullshiiit to me
I'm valuable and available for someone thats valuable and available to me
And I dont own no timeshare so waiting for my turn to see you just aint
fuucking fair
Sometimes catching feelings is one sided
But fuucking with me --- your feelings ---- I doubt you'll be able to deny it
So until you ready to hear the judges gavel
Plain & simple you better not let Miss Fat Puussy Lips get at you boo
Cause ummm -- I'm - I'm never looking for just a fuuck cause thats not who I
am
And if you know like I know and YOU still looking for just a fuuck
You better get you a new plan
UNDERSTAND
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(This is a political piece. This is my views please refrain from sending me
your opposing comments - thank you)
Catastrophic
Written 11/22/05 (This piece is a little long but I hope you like it)
You know when there's a catastrophe, the first thing we do -- is look at the
terrorist
But what happened as a result of Hurricane Katrina happened on American
soil because of the American government and to that I could attest
Couldnt get no rest for in fear that if I closed my eyes
When they were opened in the morn the death toll would rise
The other day on the radio I heard that there were 66,000 count' em people
still missing
Now that might've been a glitch in the computer system
But I know that they dont have an accurate listing
They dont know who, where or when but we know why
Once again President Bush has closed his eyes
Is anyone surprised?
The Bush Administration has been doing this shiit for most of my adult life
A lesson cant be taught unless you have an accountable teacher
And I dont mean any disrespect but now days we cant even listen to some
of the preachers
Now how do we -- the Black people -- expect Bush to lead and teach us
right from wrong?
When he has a flaming wood cross --- burning -- on the White House lawn
Always apologizing, saying he didnt mean any harm
And he still got our military gone -- to -- dawn
They portray our history as boring
So the kids yawn
Either trying to eliminate the class or trying to take the class last
That just makes them rich white republicans laugh
And I bet a lotta you still think that Rosa Parks sat down only because she
was tired
No - It was because she was wired -- ready to blow
No pun intended
She showed the whole Civil Rights Movement -- she was splendid
It was -- really to show those white folks -- she wasnt taking they shiiiit
no more
Silently she said, "Let that -- white motherfuucker -- sit his asss on the floor
So when you question the books just take a better look
Im sory -- I think I -- got just a little bit -- off the subject
Now lets take another look -- at President Bush
Dont he always look shook -- or is that -- just -- the face of a crook
I dont know
Who my mind be rolling when Im flowing and sometimes I cant
control it
Used to be shy - but - now as much as I want a piece of the pie - I
want President Bush to stop his lies
I just want President Bush to hurry up and end his term
For if he could have been in the office for more than 2 terms
On earth we would've burned
He left this Country in shambles with his countless gambles
Who is going to take up his slack? - I dont know but I betcha it
wont be a woman or nobody black
Well enough said
Cause all this thinking about President Bush and all the other
countries he fed but neglected his instead - is really starting
to hurt my motherfuuckin head
And I got to put these Poems about President Bush on lock
For he have my head on the chopping block
Cause tyrants -- never really like to be exposed
They hide --- behind --- closed doors
He guided me through my first breath -- and my first step
He guided me through my quest -- for womanhood
And He was there when the days were bad to prove it was all -- good
He never let me forget I was the only girl of 5 children my mother bore
And futhermore He never let me forgot that for me he had so much in store
He was there when I gave birth
And even though I have not walked down that flowered covered aisle yet
I know that is a moment he wont miss or never forget
When I fell down he brushed off my knee
And when that man I thought love me - didnt
He cleared my tear filled eyes so that I could see
Even when I started my period and couldnt stand the pain from the cramps
I called for He
Not only to be answered by my mother
But his help I also did receive
When I thought my days were to end
He helped me understand that my days had just begun
When the days were dark even during the day
He always showed me the sun
One day He spoke to me and said my child I have other children now
And I was confused because I didnt understand how
He was always there for me
That was all I could understand -- and see
I have other children that need my help so for a moment I will let you be
But I will never be far --- so you --will never have a chance to miss me
When you think I am not looking remember I can see anything
I have so much trust and love for you - I will let you do your thing
However, if you ever need me you know how to reach me
Get on your knees, lift your hands and pray to me
The father I described above is higher than any being
And the days were long without my biological father, he wasnt there for me
And before my birth dad entered my life, Jehovah was all I needed
So this poem is for him to thank him for all the lessons brought forth
And the courage and knowledge he gave me to heed them
I remember back in the days
An argument would be just that
A fight
And that would be because
One or both of you were uptight
But now a days an argument can determine the outcome of life
Now a days in an argument you must hone a gun or a motherfuuckn knife
Or at least have them 7 digits to call his fuuckin wife
Now niggga that should calm your asss down
And I told you I would show your asss if you clowned
And with a frown he said
Now if I hit her, I know she gonna dial that cell
And I dont got time for this shiiit - I cant afford to be black-mailed or go to jail
At my sons tender age of 2 his dad used to show aggression
And daddy used to hit mommy too
So I knew I had to teach my son a lesson
If it is too hot in the kitchen get the hell away
And if she doesnt want to talk today or tomorrow there will be another day
But I still began to teach my son tools he could use
Like if he was hungry, he could cook his own fuuckin food
And if his clothes were dirty he could handle that too
And if it was lovin he needed he could handle that black
Cause I know a lot of you men know jack -- off
And when you deal with that --- theres no condom to buy or toss
Sometimes a niggga has to become familiar with his hand
So son when you feel like you got to raise it
Just use it to praise it -- yes, my son -- Im talking about using
your hand to praise your dick
So some strong asss female wont have to make me sick
Cause she couldnt take another lick
And ended your life because of it
Learn now that a woman is as precious as a marriage vow
And you have your own children now
Sons grow up to do it
So you know daughters go through it
For just as you named your first son Michael
Keep your mind clear and free
So you --- can break the cycle
