Writing Project Session III (Evolution)

MY CULTURE IS ON THE SPRAY PAINTED WALLS YOU CALL VANDALISM
TAGGING MINDS AND PAINTING TRAINS
WE'VE BEEN BOILING THE RECIPE FOR THE MELTING POT TOO LONG
AND NOW THE KITCHEN'S GETTING CROWDED


ETHNIC EVOLUTION IS SLAPPING THE FACES OF RACIST PREJUDICE PRICKS
WHO FROWN AT OUR FOOD THAT LOOKS SOMETHING LIKE A RETRO FASHION PHASE
BIG,COLORFUL,AND JAW DROPPING

THEY SAY IGNORANCE BREEDS FEAR AND AMERICA IS PISSING ITS PANTS
WE HAVE TAKEN THE PLACE OF THE BOOGIE MONSTERS UNDER THEIR BED
THEIR AMERICAN DREAM IS NOW A NIGHTMARE WHEN OUR BILINGUAL TONGUES
ARE AUDIBLE LIKE AN OPERS AND WE ARE MIXING UP THEIR KIDS

FOUNDED AT THE BLOOD VIALS OF OTHERS, NOW OUR MELANIN IS IN THEIRS
THE REASON SEPARATION OF RACES WILL CEASE BY 2050

UNTIL THEN WE WILL KEEP FINGER PAINTING THAT SKY
LEAVING OUR PRINTS FOR THE WORLD TO LOOK UP TO
AND THE EARTH LOOKS BACK AT IT LIKE a PROUD MOTHER
FOR MAKING HER PLANET BEAUTIFUL

Wrting Project 2

Conundrum


All she ever wanted to do was write poetry
Yet she spread her legs like wings
hoping that the heavens were in sight
Thinking that the pen was a cane
because she was crippled from mind down
but wasn't allowed to have a handicapped pass
so she was left to be misunderstood
her face couldn't speak the volumes her poetry did
That's why she never took took off that mask
She had an imagination deeper than pockets
yet sold out every day for that golden silence
A conundrum of perceptions
tried to diagnose her those ill thoughts she kept on a leash
Until the day she took them for a walk
No one was ready.