I don’t intend to offend
I only write what I’m feeling
What I’m really feeling
Truth
And as honest as it may be
As real as it is
To paraphrase or to express
Myself in any other way would be
To lie
Something I’d rather not do
For I am not false in my prophesizing
For it profits me very little
So if shyt or dick offends you then you
May need to question your own feelings
Or what you profess them to be
Check this out….
Poets write poetry
Bees make honey
Hustlers make money
And lovers make love
“love oh love oh careless love”
Careless like curse words and images of
Old men fondling the young breasts of
13 yo once innocent girls who take it cause
Mama’s lights are on now and finally she
Is driving a car and the new shoes on her feet
Has stopped the teasing, at least for now…
I mean I don’t intend to offend
I’m just writing what I’m feeling
Feelings that
Talented tongues are taunted to tell
Telling troubled tales of the invisible living
Things have to get better
Shyt has to change
Insane
Plain Jane wants to be like Whitney
Hit me
Why can’t she be herself
See herself
Free herself
No self love or control
She sells her soul
Cause there is profit
So drop it cause rent is due and
Car payment to
Forgetting songs taught in Sunday school
Golden rules
New tattoo, hair do and new lyrics to-
Lyrics about licking and sticking
Fucking and swallowing nut
Taking it up the butt
No parental guidance
4th graders debate what they think life means
Playgrounds and unsupervised class rooms become
Scenes of reenactments or interpretations
Virgins no more
Innocence lost
At what cost?
Remembering how it feels to wanna belong
Or be held or be loved
“I wanna be loved/faithful and true/I wanna be loved/a million life times with you/I’ll let my heart take a chance”…and….
In callused hands it is crushed
Turned to mush cause addiction
Doesn’t care about shyt
It often forgets what love means
I’m mean but I don’t mean to be
I’m just trying not to offend anyone today
Yeah, I’m gay
So what
No I don’t get fucked in the butt or desire to
Feel up little boys or dress like a chic or
Cut off my dick…ya’ll on some stupid shyt
I live in a house but I ain’t part of one and I
Strongly believe in the possibility of monogamy
So please don’t cheat on me beat on me or sleep on me…
Ha ha ha he he he
Now put that in your corn pipe and smoke it
Choke it
Stroke it
He broke it
No safety glue or scotch tape or suture strong enough to
Restore the trust
Thrust and thrust until I bust
All over myself
Mental health flooded with faded memories of being
Molested by VHS fuck flicks and late night HBO shows
A left opened door exposes a little more
Voyeur I visually explore
Peeping, not sleeping
Seeing reality from beginning
“nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen/nobody knows my sorrow”
So I borrow from my neighbor but forget to return
And if I’ve written anything that offends it’s not my intention
No intervention
Mental retention
The fifth dimension
Comprehension of reality
At least for me
If you are able to walk in city parks after dark without stepping in dog shyt
Consider yourself blessed
Cause life’s stress is like a test
No cheat sheets or cliff notes or study guides
Close your eyes
And enjoy the ride it ain’t that bad
If on the way some shyt should offend you
Hop off
Get lost
Jack off
Ain’t no love loss
I’m boss of these poems my words
The verbs my nouns their sounds
So no offense
But in my defense
Som shyt just don't makes sense
So no offense
But in my defense
Som shyt just don't makes sense
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