Hood
Learn more about other poetry terms
been on this road for long
the only drug i get addicted to be riches
something that stitches time
gathers together pieces of our lives
patches and tenders inches to success
as i be getting'm all in excess.
The most beautiful blue sky comes after a day of rain,
The most beautiful art comes from a place of pain,
Some of the wisest people we claim to be insane,
These worldly people are evil, ice reigns in their veins,
Moved by oppression, culture call it cult
seen sin the streets a night outrageous
fights, pain and thoughts of pain satisfies
the heart an addiction or habit just takes
It all away a state in mind out of space
Everyday that I awake I thank the creator for the day then I brush my teeth with toothpaste and wash my face.
As I pray for my sake Lord my soul is yours to keep, guide me through this day and keep me safe like a sheep
Shafts of light shatter the morning skyBeyond the horizon, black clouds loom Juxtaposed seriously
The effervescence of dew shines underfootThe mellifluous patter of feet Working harmoniously
Was never one to listen to mother
Normally straying from the beaten path
On this day I came upon another
Spying, sneaking, seeking to forge his wrath
Red was little
She lived in the Hood
Being alone was just no good.
She went to Granny's
In her low-rider
Blasting 2Pac
Once upon a time
In a land of song and rhyme
Was a girl named Little Red
With a hood upon her head
Who traveled through the wood
Carrying all the cookies that she could
To Grandma’s comfy home
My art’s wack, but no discrimination;
Destroy the use of alliteration-
I’d take the use of rhythm & rhyme
over drawing and shading anytime;
If this was you,
what would you do?
Cave under pressure?,
Play sick like you got the flu?,
Nah, can't do that,
I got the team on my shoulders,
No coffee to wake me up,
Everyone Dreams
But I dream differently
Everyone wants to achieve
But I want it vividly
Family is my motivation
"OMG you too Ms. Imani?You see I... I thought I was the only"Thats what this young girl said to meas she glared at meno longer feeling lonely.
Today I offered
My glasses
To the unfortunate soul
Who was chosen
To read what was on the blackboard.
So pale he was,
Like a vampire,
That unfortunate soul.
Youth.
Innocent, playful, potential victim.
Seeing the real world first hand, scared.
Our principal hates the things we stride for
From equal love to sense of style
No Sir
You will not quiet our souls
We will rise and stand for what we proposed
No Sir
You cannot silence our mouths
I'm from clothes, shoes, ipods, and iphones
Lip gloss, mirrors... I stay fly as them all
I'm from rice and beans, Prince Fried Chiken
Fast food to soul food cooking in the kitchen
You mean when a caterpillar
liquefies itself into a butterfly?
Just melting in ice
Or the transformation within
the belly from embryo
to a bundle of joy?
Cute cuddly darling.
REAL NIGGAS, define as a man who pack heat, but then dead on the street.
REAL NIGGAS, make love to a women and leave with no return, but another person scar and burn.
This my dedication to Pac.
I sizzle and pop like crack rock.
It’s like Snoop Dogg walking
Round the boondocks.
This tune pops like something
Outta an mc’s mixtape,
With drugs, alcohol, and
Did you know that the backwords spelling of the word saggin is the word niggas?
Well, isn't that something.
It's a bit ironic because the world has embraced both terms with open arms like a mother
Take me out to play
Take me out to write
Do not delay
I am in the lime light
My words dripped down
In my genes it does rain
I am a writer in this town
Words I have slain
When the world is spinning
A bit too fast
And as much as you try
Your heart’s path comes last
And you remember the days
Of trying so hard to try
To follow those dreams
I just want to learn to open my mind
And absorb whats inside
so tonight I lie
With a deep thriving drive
To explore and expand what 's mines
Before the cage bird dies
Momma said "boy be a doctor to take care of my problems when I'm old."
Momma said "boy be a lawyer to take care of the problems of the Unrepresented and the poor"
A million times I’ve told you before
Not to travel alone at dark
It’s impossible to even the score
For there’s a beast within the park
It’s eating the livestock
It’s eating your kin
The sun beaming down on us,tanned skins roaming andaccent heavy tongues licking piragua.Everyone is gathered;the children running with bare feet through the crescent fall of summer relief spritzing from the hydrant.
