Poetic Truth
Primary Truth
Red is my color when I`m submerged in fire,
and look at my foes and scream "Bitch! Liar!"
I`m cut throat and mean to all that are near,
who run to their mommies drenched in fear.
This is the side that people rarely see,
‘cause I`m at the evilest I can ever be.
Confused in the head, cain`t think worth shit.
Cross me wrong and "click, " that`s it.
Once it starts there`s no end to my fury.
No voice can calm the rage within me.
Blue is my color when I`m calm and cool.
Patience, my virtue and underlying rule.
Confidence in my walk as well as my glance
with a warm embrace fitting of a romantic slow dance.
Compassion on high, and anger on low
I love my friends and tolerate my foe.
Dressed in blue, I love to laugh and play,
with a smile on my face all night and day.
Love`s my queen, and intelligence`s my ace.
A blue tint world my perfect place.
Yellow is my color when I`m a scared little kid
and don`t speak my mind but wish I did;
when I see the girl and don`t say how I feel
and later realize that someone else will;
when I close my eyes and pretend not to hear
the silence of defeat screaming in my ear;
when I see her don`t speak just pass by
and my Heart asks my Mind "Why Soul? Why?"
Yellow`s the color of the hidden stripe I own.
Cowardice That`s the trait over which I moan.
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The weight of a million dreams. . .
. . .sits on my shoulders with a presence that is sometimes almost unbearable. And the pressure...the pressure that pounds on my chest with a force out of sync with the beat of my heart. But without whose offbeat rhythm I may perish. You see, I didn’t not ask for the ability, the gift, the power, nor did I ask for the weight, the pressure, or the struggles that come with it. But now that I have them, it’s not an option to let them go. I couldn’t give it back if I tried. These gifts didn’t come with a receipt and I can’t get a gift card when I return it. But it did come with a warranty guaranteeing the owner to a successful and fruitful life pending that I use them to the best of our ability and banishing me to failure otherwise. But it’s hard, hard to use the gift, hard to live up to everyone’s expectations, hard to make the sacrifices I’ve made; hard to do anything less than my best because I know a half effort will scar my soul. Imagine yourself a young Black man given the gift and curse of intelligence. Gift because you now have the ability to understand, to reason, to help others to comprehend, and the American Dream is at your fingertips. But that is the problem. No one wants you to achieve that dream, it’s not meant for you, sure people say that they want you to make it. Truth be told, out if 10 people, 7 would bring you down given the chance, 2 are jealous, and one true friend is in your corner. And because you have taken the opportunity to better yourself you’re labeled a sale-out and the first thing people say when they hear your voice is that you sound White. Now correct me if I am wrong, but sounding educated is not sounding White. And I have found that the same ones that verbally make that statement are the same one that will bring you down. Imagine you’re a rock climber. Wanting you to fail, thousands are pulling you down on one leg lending their support, thousands push on the other. Realizing that you have to make the journey alone, your two hands are the only ones pulling you up. And on your back, but weightless untill u start to slip back down the slope sits the weight of a million dreams.
Imagine Me
Imagine yourself a young black male,
Intelligent, athletic,
And an attitude to always prevail.
Five foot seven, nice to look at,
Alright with the ladies,
With a good mind, on top of all that.
Now most people would think his life is great,
Just coast through life, relax,
Enjoy your time here and become your fate.
You can’t imagine the burden I bare,
The stress that pulls at every soul so rare.
The weight of a thousand soldiers
Comes down upon my shoulders.
All the many people who’ve paved my way
Watch me with hope, that I’ll be their pay.
Yet, I didn’t ask to be the hope for the future,
I just did what I do, living my life, my adventure.
Those piercing eyes that watch so close,
Some so I can fail, others so they can boast.
You thought the Trade came tumbling down,
Imagine my anxiety with exam time comes around.
How easy it would be to be like the rest,
Enjoy my time, stop worrying about the test.
But those souls tell me I must succeed,
To continue their fight, to strengthen their breed.
So many eyes fault the “luck” I’ve had,
Waiting for my mistake so they can brag
About how they knew I was never a threat
And they’ll leave me be and soon regret
That I wasn’t playing, and flip the script,
And take their jobs, money, and long vacation trips.
Never Be
You don’t want me, it would never work.
I’m not gonna lie, and I tend to flirt
But never cheat and leave you hurt.
Just go on and admit it, I’m not your type.
I’d hold you close, kiss your lips, and treat you right
Listen to your problems and ease your fears through the night.
You can’t date me and I’mma tell you why.
There’s nothing to see when you come to spy,
There’s nothing to catch, cause to you I won’t lie,
And when you call, into your arms I’ll fly.
You want a date filled with TV’s drama.
Cell phone calls from my baby’s momma.
The night ending early, talking about “I’mma call ya”
Yet he says you and yours and his futurama.
IF we were together it’d be a constant battle:
Away from you, I’d be good so your friend can’t tattle,
And on our quite nights alone my phone won’t rattle.
Your used to guys that give you trouble,
They come off one way, then bust your bubble,
Then the relationship comes crashing to rubble,
Soon looking to me, doing a take-double.
But me with you, it wouldn’t last.
I’d be open, telling most my past.
Around my boys never put you on blast.
And we’re together, you’d be first, I’d be last.
You couldn’t take the treatment I’d give to you,
And the nights I’d spend just holding you,
Cause you are the one that keeps my skies blue.
State of Exhaustion
Slowly, my souls nears a state of exhaustion. A state where my heart freezes over and crimson icicles the size of stalagmites drip from its lower bowels and pierce the warm flesh of those who neglected to consider my feelings, and the red fog that rises from the open wound fills my gasping lungs with new breath.
A state where the twinkle of my eyes are glazed over by a dark haze that clouds my vision as well as my compassion and my pupils are replaced by a black lazer that cuts a hole through the darkness just narrow enough for a perpetrating eye to see my lack of compassion before its retina is burned out.
A state where a dark tongue slivers from my lips and hisses my venomous words with the fury of infections disease that will plague the bitten with the same ache I endure.
My soul...it is drowsy; it is worn-out; it is tired; it is fatigued; it is nearing a state of exhaustion. So please, allow my soul to rest, before it eternally sleeps.
-Hibrid8305
11/10/03
My Truths:
-As I sit here in this space of time, I ponder the reason for my very existence. Then I realize, we were destined to cross paths -- I need to give you something, as you need to give me. Our meeting is not by chance. There is a reason for that fateful day, it`s up to us to discover it. -Onest Truth 10/11/01
-Until you have PERFECTED the art of looking beyond a man`s body and into his soul you have the right to judge noone but yourself. -Onest Truth 10/29/01
-Who are you? The person u show to others? Or the one u know yourself to be? These could be two different realities, and when different worlds collide, galaxies shatter. Be true to u and all u know. -Onest Truth 11/01/01
-Black women. Our mothers, our sisters, our daughters, our lovers. They fill all these important positions in our lives, yet we treat them as if they`re inferior. It`s time for achange. It`s time to treat them as the strong black woman that they are. Until then we`re just as low as we treat them. -Onest Truth 11/04/01
-Just as a watched pot never boils, chased love never surrenders. Keep your eyes and ears open and take advantage of the coincidences that fate hands you, and love will soon find you. -Onest Truth 11/14/01
-Remember: What you say may not even be close to what people hear. Filter your mouth as well as your ears, and realize that a small misunderstanding can grow into a huge confrontation. -Onest Truth 01/20/02
-To listen to another’s words and treat them as you expect them to treat you; then you realize . . . their words have come from false lips and deaf ears. Hypocrisy: death by false words. -Onest Truth 02/08/02
-"Carpe Deim" We all must learn to enjoy people and time while we can and not worry about the end. Concentrate on the end and the beginning may pass you by. -Onest Truth 06/05/03
