Under the Tent

If you are what you eat

I love shrimp

And that's why I look part flamingo!

If I am what I breathe 

Im so in love with weed 

By the time I get to heaven

I'll already be a puff of 

Pinkish...

Goldish... 

BEIGISH Smoke.

You can tell im into BDSM 

As much as I love to choke. 

Oops!  There I go cross breeding my fetishes again. 

Touching my stash is the unforgivable SIN. 

ESPECIALLY since I started the school of puff puff passin

Get cho own gas man!!

You didn't put in on this fye fye cannabis

No you can not hit this

Erotic bombastic

Super Cali Knock you on your ass stick...

I'm just playin. You can hit it. A LITTLE bit.

Ah yes. Pass that shit. I still remember the first time I got lit.

I was just turning 16. My mom had just let me go to the TLC/Mary J concert with this lady for my birthday. They got high all the way from Muskegon Hts, MI to Kalamazoo zoo zoo. A couple weeks later, before my 8 to 430am at Burger King, the homey came through with a joint and the checkers in my past have had a green tint and floral aroma ever since.

How many years have I been smoking?

26

I know when I smoke

All that Jehovah Witness shit

Knocking around in my cranium

Is a little bit easier to ignore

Just like I ignore Jehovah's Witnesses 

Religion traumatized me 

But I'm just hanging on to what's left of my sanity

Til I have my chosen paradigm

Which identifies me

Fuck a pity party

Talking about woe is me

Pass that WEED

And let's spit some poetry

If ya know me,

Act like ya know me and smoke wit me

If ya cool with me 

Fool with me 

BUT

Until next week....

Under the tent

Is where you'll find me...

Respect

The last time I was here I did a poem inspired by a 5 time cancer survivor and love of my life. Shortly thereafter we challenged each other to write a piece about respect... When I came to Heroes to read my piece, it was the celebration of the life of Rage Almighty. Not only was he the person I was told to find for poetry 5 years ago in all of Dallas but ye though I walk through the shadow of the valley of procrastination I drive Uber and I found Rage and Heroes through a poet I gave a ride to UT where I also met The Geno Show, and then about six months ago I had the pleasure of picking up an Adam and taking him to Dallas Youth Poetry and that was the last time I saw Rage Almighty- the first person I ever heard say Respect The Mic. He passed away the day after I began the concept phase of this piece: #RageOn

I bit my tongue in half

When I was 2.

Pulled the stitches out myself. 

Damn shame. 

I could've been a helluva Pastor. 

It's more than an open door

It's chivalry 

But so much more

Shaking hands 

And hat tips

It's a must for ladies

And gents

It only takes a modicum 

Chemistry dictates a bond by symposium 

Thoughts...feelings...words..... actions...

Our shared existence based formula held together by the simplest of atomic notions of RESPECTING another human being when you see them, hear them, or even think of them. 

Respect truly does go a long way

It's pretty much like gas in your car

If you don't have at least SOME respect

You aren't going anywhere anyway. 

You need to pull up to the pump of reality 

Respectfully hit this Gelato 24 and pass that shit back homey 

I don't NEED 100% battery 

I need my phone to have to just a RESPECTFUL amount of energy to do what I need it to do

Even though I'm not a brain surgeon

This is just how I operate

If you want respect you have to pass THAT  shit too....

Like being the driver, the engine, and the gas 

At the same time

Like the Trinity

Forgive me 

For disrespecting 

Your religion 

I admired his devotion to worshipping...

It's just my PCTSD

What's the C? 

Well let's see

Start with a healthy disrespect 

For a person's god given individuality

And end with an anorexic existence 

Built upon someone else's autocratic ideology. 

You gotta respect the soul...

And that's where I lose the respect of my Daddy

My Daddy released my soul

Like a fly fisherman on vacation

From any reality that stands in contrast

To whatever the Watchtower pulls out of its ass.

But I digress

Because I still respect the Fuck

Out of my growth process 

What a blessed journey it is to find yourself respecting and loving yourself

No matter what happens to you

RESPECT the man inside and next to you

Because...

Keeping it real...

And I don't know about you...

All due RESPECT 

But you might find a video of me eating pussy too...

Never smoke weed

Never smoke weed

And fall in love

At the same time

With the sacred space

You create

With that

Love at first sight type mate

Where souls congregate

Consciousness masturbates into a light socket

A surge birthed awareness of your private vortex.

Caught up

Lost

Oblivious

Weightless

Every thought over processed

Visually

Spiritually

Physically

Intoxifornicated glimpses

I wouldn't leave her

I wouldn't hurt her

I wouldn't keep sending texts.

She IS the STAR of Texas.

Inhaled her lotion

And my lungs

Exploded into verses

Of poetry

Saints sinners

Living dead

All

Keep closer than Granny's purses.

The truth is in the purity of every breath I feel like I can touch everything anywhere anytime

Connected like the world wide web we have broken all the generational curses.

I am forever yours.

Through hell

Through times WORSE than hell

I am under all of your spell

You ARE the light at the end of the tunnel

Lighting the way for me and you

Like Jack and Jill

Moving on up that hill.

Hand in hand

Inseparable

Joined

Indivisible

Confined to our own galaxy

What did they put in this weed to make reality more beautiful than fantasy...

Hide

From my reflection I can no more hide
Than i could escape a mudslide.
Not the drink asshole.
I mean the stare of my soul
Into my soul.
The glare of my own stare
Stabbing my eyes.
The truth is everywhere-
Bound like shit to flies.
I'm a mess and a curse-
Why do girls have to carry a purse?

Carry my heart
In my back pocket
Like a boy's wallet
But have you seen my phone?
Please call it.
Fuck.
I left it on silent.
No vibrate. Like a bad date.
No chirp. Not a peep or a burp.

Lost like my last chance
To to roll up and smoke my circumstance.

Look at my shadow
Slapping my reflection
With a soft stiff pillow...

Who is gonna clean up this fucking mess?
Im addicted to the stress
I must confess
Who giveth a fuck I can't still fit my favorite dress?
I was meant to break all the rules
And play my own reflection like chess....

It Rains

We played in the sun.
We played in the rain.
You are the only one
That ever understood my pain.

Nothing like a sister.
Not a friend or parent
Or even the right Mister
Can compare to a sister.

Sister to sister
You were my ally.
Sister to sister
How fast our years flew by....

My deepest secrets went with you
Now that you're in heaven.
God already knew them too
So it's not tattle tellin'.

What do I do with this pain?
When my eyes fill with water
And they start to rain,
My memory will flood with sounds of your laughter.

I'll never let you go.
Not now not ever.
I may not see you tomorrow.
But we will be sisters forever.

J Day

Yo its J Day
Not just any day
Its ya berfday
Its ya berfday
She gon party
Cuz its HER berfday

Jessica Brown-
The Sexiest nurse in town
Gotta lotta hatas
Watchin her ROCK her fuckin crown!

Packed with Go Hard tactics
They stuck
She got em backed up
Like busted nuts
In ProphyLACTICS!

Crazy sexy cool
Always been a fool
Ready to kick it
Like she played soccer in school

The kinda chick they all wanna be
But they cant even see
The Benz flickin up Ash Street
If you real though
Dont be skurred to holla
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JB!!

FOOLS IT'S J DAY!!!!

My Izzy

My Izzy

She my izzy
She so busy
She my izzy

Loves to please me
Always says she miss me
Like she misses Drizzy
But he ain't me... Izzzz he?

Eyes like a genie
Always hypnoparalyzing me
She knows she's got me
Right where I want me

Izzy could you buzz me
You're a full course delicacy
Lay on this flower next to me
And let's make another Izzy

Please don't tease me
Im dreaming
Visions of a family
My DNA is rising

A decade since you saw me
Behind all this gray it's still me
No matter where you be
You'll always and forever be...

My Izzy...

🐉🔥💗🔥💗🔥💗🔥💗🔥💗

What Is You?

What is you?
That's the question asked of every light skinned African American whose melanin camouflaged the ash in their skin so massa could better stand to look at us and we were housebroken instead of field broken.

What is you?
I is my great grandfather's sticky white jizz he wiped off his dick when he slid out from under my great grandmother's covers and back under his wife's. I is the DNA the KKK couldnt burn away.

What is you?
I is the candlelight bouncing off the walls of indiscretion when the freaks and pointed white sheets come out late at night.

What is you?
I is the light of truths too embarrassing for the Edgerin family but too damned bright to be hidden from society. Therefore I is the great grandson of Miss Mae Willie JACKSON - the fastest talking person I've ever known. Yes known.

What is you?
I is the Light of the Morning marching through decades of Movements on top of Movements, sit ins on top of sit ins,  hosings on top of hosings, lynchings on top of lynchings, crosses burned on top of crosses burned, bombs on top of bombs, dogs on top of dogs, and rapes on top of rapes that sealed my skin tone's fate.

What is you?
I is the black sheep trapped in white wolf's wool mistaken for a mulatto but born to a chocolate mother and father though. My grandfather is the mulatto if you must know.
I can't hide in the dark because I is the moon's glow in the sun's shadow. 
I absorb and reflect earth, wind, fire, and water at the same time.
I is the cross between Jed Clampett and Grace Jones. Shaka Zulu and Queen Elizabeth and fuckin love it.

What is you?
I is the proverbial middle ground man has sought since crawling out of the primordial slime and into the cradle of civilization.

I is a black man that needs black face just to imitate his own race.

What is you? When is you? Where is you? Why is you? How is you? WHO IS YOU?

Motherfucker I is.