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On this page you will find various poems and written works from the minds of different people. They represent the writers' feelings, thoughts, and visions so please keep an open-mind. Some of the poems have unknown authors, and some of them come from people who have appeared on Russell Simmons' Def Poetry Jam, which airs on HBO. Currently, Def Poetry Jam can also be seen on Broadway in New York City. If you would like more info, then please visit my "OTHER SITES" page for their link.
Love is eternal youth,
Growing, and yet intact,
deep within the trenches of myself.
I have been digging for so long,
And it's place, a sanctuary a refuge;
You, are what's constant in my life.
Confused and abused I am and have been,
Because of you, I will survive, I will live, I will be, I will remain.
First of all, it's a big responsibility,
especially in a city like New York.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you're walking down the street late at night
and you have a leash on love
ain't no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?
On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breaths
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.
Love doesn't like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.
Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.
Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know, "Don't you ever do that again!"
Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise.
It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.
It pulls you in several different directions at once,
or winds around and around you
until you're all wound up and can't move.
But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.
Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.
Sometimes silence is the loudest kind of noise
Like sometimes it was best when girls were girls and boys were boys.
Like back when freeze tag was a mating dance.
Like back when “Do Over” meant you got another chance.
Like back when anxiety was worrying if Wonder Woman would make it out alive.
Like back when freedom was sliding backwards on a slide.
Like back when success was jumping off a swing and landing on your feet, then doing it all over again.
Like new shoes made you run faster.
Like getting Ms. Gross again for math was a disaster.
Like failure was a word we hadn’t even learned to spell yet.
Like promises were sealed and kept with pinky bets.
Like a challenge was a double dare.
Like ugly was a cock-eyed stare.
And you liked it...
Like when you flipped your eyelids inside out
To impress that boy across the room,
‘Cause that’s all it took.
And there was no such thing as too soon,
As long as you checked the right box in that note from across the room,
The one that he...passed her.
Back when, “I don’t know, maybe” was a legitimate answer.
Back when, “I need space” meant he needed more elbow room to draw,
So he got on the floor and he colored outside the lines.
Like the lines of color were on the floor,
So we just existed in sandboxes and playgrounds.
And we hop-scotched and dodgeballed
And everything I needed to know, I learned in a shopping mall.
Like don’t wander off on your own,
Like know who you are,
Like know where you came from,
Like never let go of your mother’s hand no matter what you do,
Like if you get lost, just stand there until someone finds you,
And someone will always look for you
Because someone will always miss you
And someone will always find you
And when you cry, someone will always remind you
In that quiet, quiet lullaby voice,
That sometimes silence is the loudest kind of noise.
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
and the world makes you king for a day,
just go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
whose judgement upon you must pass,
the fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass.
Some people may think you a straight shootin'chum
and call you a wonderful guy,
but the man in the glass says you are only a bum
if you can't look him straight in the eye.
You can fool the whole world down the pathways of life
and get pats on the back as you pass,
but your final reward will be heartaches and tears
if you have cheated the man in the glass.
He's the fellow to please, never mind the rest
for he's with you clear up to the end
and you have passed your most dangerous, difficult test
if the man in the glass is your friend.
I am that identifiable soul that can't find it's way home.
That was afraid of the dark and scared to be alone,
I couldn't enunciate my R's,
I swung on monkey bars,
I daydreamed of stars,
and owning property on Mars.
I am a member of that group that created his own slang.
Some say I do my thing, but I be doing my thang.
Some call me top notch 'cause I play Scully and Hopscotch.
And I just discovered Manhood by holding my crotch.
I'm the first one to start a rumor that her fetus had a tumor.
I'm that number one consumer to wear Adidas and suede Pumas.
Check my sneakers, yo,
I'm that one that stood on the corner drinking for the hell of it.
Teasing teens 'cause they're virgins,
but since birth, I've been celibate.
I used to pop and do the Wop,
Since the invention of breakdancing.
Flat-chested women I used to be romancin'.
And as I drunk my 40, I leaned to the side to look sporty.
And everybody I knew was named "Yo Shorty."
"Yo Shorty!"
Who am I?
I created whirlwinds out of women.
Tear egos off their limbs.
Still have time to bust a rhyme and sing Christian Hymns.
I gave Columbus a tour for he didn't have a clue.
I taught the Art of War to a man named Sun Tzu.
The Romans tried to capture me and I saw them bear arms.
Then I perplexed them permanently by pushing pyramids out my palms.
King Tut couldn't handle this.
And here's something for the funnies,
I wrapped Pharaohs into bandages
and had them crying for their mummies,
Upon my arrival, they called me a disciple.
I drunk from King James' cup and spat words from the Bible.
Since creation I concoct equations for fun.
All persuasions said, "How amazing is that Raisin in the Sun?"
So don't ask me who I am, you must believe in fiction.
To imagine what can't be fathomed has to be your addiction.
They pinned me from arm to arm, and planned my crucifixion.
But I am the bearer of eternal life.
They can't cause me no affliction,
Traveling through time and space
with grace beyond man's jurisdiction,
with the letters L-I-O-N on my throat as an inscription.
So, if anyone,
ANYONE comes through that door and asks for my description,
Tell them I am a DARK SKIN,
BLACK KING that walks like an EGYPTIAN!!!